Читать книгу Fangs For The Memories - Kathy Love - Страница 2

She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself. But she could tell from the smoldering glow of his eyes, he’d seen.

The burn of embarrassment mingled with the fire those intense eyes created inside her. She so wanted this man.

His gaze left her covered chest, and he held her eyes with his.

She shifted slightly under the hunger she saw there.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice huskier than usual. “I thought I heard you calling me.”

She stared at him. Well, her body had been calling him, but she didn’t think her voice had. “I…No.”

He nodded sharply. “Then I will leave you to your bath.”

They stared at each other for a moment longer; then Rhys bowed slightly and left, pulling the door shut behind him.

This was impossible. It had taken every bit of her rational mind to not invite him to join her in the tub. What was wrong with her? She’d always been so practical, so reserved. Now she was acting like a wanton.