grabbing him.
The pounding of her pulse marked the seconds.
She held his gaze, aching, wanting, knowing on
every level that letting him get close to her was a
mistake.Don’t touch him. Don’t ache for him. For the
love of Aset, don’t have sex with him.
But that was the thing about common sense. It was
only worth something if she chose to heed it.
And right now, the way he was looking at her, like
he was starving and she was a nice, rare steak, made
her want to bury her common sense six feet under.
She took a single step toward him. His expression
shifted, hardened, like that of a predator catching a
scent.
Dropping the sheet, she bolted.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
As for all the evil which is on me,
It is what I have done among the lords of eternity
Ever since I came down from my mother’s womb
—Egyptian Book of the Dead, Chapter 17
DAGAN BENT AND RETRIEVED the discarded sheet from
the floor, rolled it into a messy ball and just stood for
a second, holding it, seeing Roxy in his mind’s eye,
naked skin and tumbled hair. The length of her legs,
strong and brown and so fucking long they made his
mouth go dry just thinking about them.
He wanted her legs wrapped around his waist. Hell,
he wanted them up over his shoulders and her underneath him, moaning and clawing at his skin.
Tossing the sheet on the bed, he glared at the closed
bathroom door. He could hear the water running in the
