Worse, he raised her temperature, stirred her desire, and got her freakin’ wet.
Starbane’s void, he got her heated up.
As if sensing her regard, he glanced up from his bench.
Their gazes locked with such impact that it shuddered through her.
Sheba’s pulse spiked, a frantic drumming against her ribs that made her breath hitch.
Damn this man.
She felt exposed, as if his stare were peeling back the layers of her soul.
He didn’t bother to mask the dark, heavy hunger in his expression.
His eyes raked over her, starting at the curve of her nape.
Lingering on the rise and fall of her chest, and tracing the line of her hips under the furs, before returning to her face with a searing intensity.
He made no effort to hide his physical reaction either; the air between them thickened with the sudden, heightened, raw attraction.
Hungry?
His neural timbre reverberated in her mind and her frame.
It wasn’t just a question about food; it was a sub-vocal caress that stoked the fire already burning in her belly.
She bit her lip because hell, she was famished, but not for the rations in his larder.
She wanted the friction of his skin, the crushing mass of his muscles on her, and the incandescent glide of his touch.
With an inhale, she pushed past the knot of desire in her throat and shot him an unsteady smile.
‘Naam,’ she whispered, her voice a soft, breathless admission.
The corner of his mouth twitched, a silent, knowing acknowledgment of the electricity crackling between them.
He set down his awl with a resonant thud, the sound echoing in the quiet room like a gavel.
He strode from his workspace to the kitchen and began to prepare a meal.
‘Can I help?’ she attempted.
His eyes sliced to her, and he smirked, shaking his head.
Soon, the scent of yeast and flour filled the timber hut as Idan leaned over the sturdy wooden table.
He pressed his knuckles into the soft dough, his muscles rippling under the gold sigils as he squeezed it into submission.
Unable to handle any more of his beauty and seductive kneading, she rose to the bathhouse at the rear and cleaned her face.
When she returned, she browsed his shelves of books and found a tome she could actually understand, an old Earth fiction book about the Greek gods.
She took it back to the bed, where she sat cross-legged and got lost in its pages.
Snow muffled the world outside, settling in a silent blanket on the roof of the secluded hut.
Sheba was struck by a profound sense of peace until a sudden itch on her nose made her shift.
