time since she’d taken a lover. Her misery had been complete and all consuming. She’d had no time for anything that didn’t put her closer to regaining her skin, no time for relationships with people who would never know the real her. Now, looking at Brec while her naked body squirmed underneath the blanket, she couldn’t help but feel an ache between her legs that reminded her of how much she missed that one basic human need.
The feeling intensified as Brec stepped up to the bed and began working at her bonds. Surprise raised her eyebrows even as she found herself staring at the snug fit of his jeans, so close to her face. She could feel the heat from his body and the sensation fed the fantasy building in her mind. Images of his body without the restrictions of his clothing filled her mind, teasing her with thoughts of holding the heat of that body between her legs and pressing her breasts to that muscled chest.
Tingles danced over her skin at the thought and she quickly warmed to her new plan. He was untying her for some reason, it was the perfect time to begin the seduction. The fact that she was already naked made it seem too easy. She smiled, reveling in the satisfaction that came with the confidence she’d gained through years of watching desire light men’s eyes when they saw her. In no time at all she would have him eating from her hand.
As the last of her bonds fell away, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for her performance. She shook her hair back, letting the natural wave in the silvery blonde strands bounce her hair against her bare shoulders. The caress of the silky strands added a feeling of sensuality to her movements. Her sensitized skin tickled as she slowly drew her legs closer to her body, enjoying the slide of the soft comforter against her flesh. She raised her eyes to Brec’s face, watching him from underneath a layer of thick lashes. Slowly, she swung her legs over the bed and stood.
“Thank you,” she said softly. She raised her wrists, using her arms to press against her breasts, pushing them together and up. Brec’s gaze flicked down and then shot back up to her face. She smothered a smirk. Typical.
She opened her mouth to say something suggestive, but the scowl on Brec’s face froze the words on her tongue.
“Seducing me isn’t going to work either. I don’t find thieves who take pleasure out of destroying lives the least bit attractive.”
Shock pulled her jaw down before she could compose herself. Cursing Brec with every fiber of her being, she quickly rallied as best she could. “I am not the least bit interested in seducing you,” she hissed, letting her anger feed the image of indignation. She glared at him. “I was just going to ask you if I could use the bathroom, now that you’ve been kind enough to untie me.” She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to give in to the embarrassment trying to burn the skin from her cheeks. “But thank you so much for the insinuation. After all, what woman doesn’t like being called a whore?”
She took a moment to treasure the startled expression on Brec’s face. His eyebrows rose slightly and his lips parted. If he was the considerate gentlemanly healer she thought he was, that comment should have put him on the defensive. No gentleman could just brush off the insinuation that his behavior was so offensive as to give the impression he’d unwittingly made a woman feel like a whore. Disappointment pulled down her spirits when suspicion colored his face. Either he’s not quite the gentleman I thought he was or he’s not as gullible as I hoped.
He stepped back without taking his eyes off her. When he was about five feet away, nearly pressed against the wall beside the bathroom door, he glanced into the bathroom. He didn’t look for too long, his gaze flickering back and forth between her and the interior of the harmless looking room. Ana rolled her eyes.
The feeling intensified as Brec stepped up to the bed and began working at her bonds. Surprise raised her eyebrows even as she found herself staring at the snug fit of his jeans, so close to her face. She could feel the heat from his body and the sensation fed the fantasy building in her mind. Images of his body without the restrictions of his clothing filled her mind, teasing her with thoughts of holding the heat of that body between her legs and pressing her breasts to that muscled chest.
Tingles danced over her skin at the thought and she quickly warmed to her new plan. He was untying her for some reason, it was the perfect time to begin the seduction. The fact that she was already naked made it seem too easy. She smiled, reveling in the satisfaction that came with the confidence she’d gained through years of watching desire light men’s eyes when they saw her. In no time at all she would have him eating from her hand.
As the last of her bonds fell away, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for her performance. She shook her hair back, letting the natural wave in the silvery blonde strands bounce her hair against her bare shoulders. The caress of the silky strands added a feeling of sensuality to her movements. Her sensitized skin tickled as she slowly drew her legs closer to her body, enjoying the slide of the soft comforter against her flesh. She raised her eyes to Brec’s face, watching him from underneath a layer of thick lashes. Slowly, she swung her legs over the bed and stood.
“Thank you,” she said softly. She raised her wrists, using her arms to press against her breasts, pushing them together and up. Brec’s gaze flicked down and then shot back up to her face. She smothered a smirk. Typical.
She opened her mouth to say something suggestive, but the scowl on Brec’s face froze the words on her tongue.
“Seducing me isn’t going to work either. I don’t find thieves who take pleasure out of destroying lives the least bit attractive.”
Shock pulled her jaw down before she could compose herself. Cursing Brec with every fiber of her being, she quickly rallied as best she could. “I am not the least bit interested in seducing you,” she hissed, letting her anger feed the image of indignation. She glared at him. “I was just going to ask you if I could use the bathroom, now that you’ve been kind enough to untie me.” She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to give in to the embarrassment trying to burn the skin from her cheeks. “But thank you so much for the insinuation. After all, what woman doesn’t like being called a whore?”
She took a moment to treasure the startled expression on Brec’s face. His eyebrows rose slightly and his lips parted. If he was the considerate gentlemanly healer she thought he was, that comment should have put him on the defensive. No gentleman could just brush off the insinuation that his behavior was so offensive as to give the impression he’d unwittingly made a woman feel like a whore. Disappointment pulled down her spirits when suspicion colored his face. Either he’s not quite the gentleman I thought he was or he’s not as gullible as I hoped.
He stepped back without taking his eyes off her. When he was about five feet away, nearly pressed against the wall beside the bathroom door, he glanced into the bathroom. He didn’t look for too long, his gaze flickering back and forth between her and the interior of the harmless looking room. Ana rolled her eyes.
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