Page 71 of Dusk's Portent


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A second later, icy rain poured over me.

A strangled scream left me. I bolted upright, finding myself on the shower floor, Liam standing well outside the range of the deluge.

“Are you kidding me?” I snarled, reaching up to turn the faucet off.

I jerked as a blast of lava fell on me before I finally figured out which way to turn the handle.

“Awake now?”

“You asshole. Was that really necessary?”

“You seemed to be having trouble concentrating. I figured this would wake you up.”

It had definitely done that.

The last vestiges of sleep had vanished, leaving me in full control of my faculties.

I sluiced the water off my face. “You couldn’t wait until the sun went down?”

“I wanted answers. This was the most expedient way to get them.”

I reached for the bottom of the sleep shirt I was wearing and dragged the sopping wet garment up and over my head before tossing it on the floor at Liam’s feet.

His eyebrow quirked. “Hoping to distract me, lover?”

I hid my shiver as his gaze trailed down my body, a look of masculine appreciation in his eyes.

“Who said you were invited to this party?”

He’d be lucky to get touching privileges back before the end of this trip.

“Is that a dare?”

I shrugged, knowing I was playing with fire. “Take it however you want.”

With that I hooked my thumbs through the waistband of my panties, pushing them down and stepping out of them. Liam’s sharp inhale made me smile in satisfaction. Ignoring him, I adjusted the temperature and water pressure.

There. Perfect.

Stepping under the shower, I leaned my head back, letting it cascade over my front.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Liam gripping the shower door frame, the metal crumpling from the force. The muscles in his arm and neck bulged as he remained locked in place.

A thrill filled me at the effect I had on him. Liam looked like he was in physical pain as he watched me reach for the soap and lather it on my body.

Vampires, I’d come to discover, were hedonistic creatures. We loved pleasure in all its forms. Right now, I was offering Liam a buffet and then telling him he couldn’t partake.

Vampires were also cruel.

There was a soft snarl and then Liam was in the shower with me. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a torso covered in muscle. His abdomen and chest a tapestry of hard lines that made my fingers itch with the need to explore.

“You’re a menace,” he informed me, pinning me against the shower wall.

“And what does that make you?”

“Caught.”

He lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist. The rough fabric of his jeans against my sensitive skin excited me. There was something about being entirely naked while your lover was still half clothed that made this feel forbidden in the best type of way.