“Don’t worry,” his seductive voice filtered in from behind me, making the hairs on my neck rise to attention. “I brought blankets.”
I slowly turned, realizing I was practically in his arms. We stood there in silence while getting lost in each other’s eyes.
He cleared his throat, forcing himself to look away. “The water here is always cold, so if you want to take a bath… you’ll have to warm the water over the fire.”
“Primitive.”
He chuckled. “You should probably change out of those wet clothes.” His eyes moved down my body. “It’s not leaving anything to my imagination.”
I don’t know what came over me, but my hand moved forward, settling on his toned and muscular chest. “I find that hard to believe.”
His head slightly turned to the side. “How so?”
“Because I bet your imagination is as wild and as filthy as mine.”
My fingers gripped the bottom of my shirt, and I shucked it off, exposing my black lace bra. I stepped out of my jeans that were sticking to my thighs and let them hit the ground with a wet thud.
Snyder’s eyes immediately went to the wall as my arms moved behind my back, unclasping the only piece of clothing separating my bare skin from exposure.
“Don’t…” he whispered.
“Don’t what?”
“Drop that bra.”
I let the bra fall down my arms, exposing my breasts to the man standing in front of me, who was shivering from the cold rain outside, and looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
His gaze dipped down, fixating on the two round mounds peaked with arousal.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked him, rubbing my hands over my wet breasts.
He gulped.
“Snyder, there are things far worse than death.”
“Like what?” he asked in a choked whisper.
I leaned in, noticing the bulge in his pants growing.
“Blue balls.”
His blue eyes darkened with lust-driven insanity and before either of us could protest, I was in his arms, feeling his lips against mine for the first time.
When we finally pulled away, we were both panting, hair disheveled from our fingers trying to find a place to land.
My lips felt bruised and needy, my whole-body spit-balling from that one single kiss.
“You may be his, Shasta. But tonight, he’s going to share you with me. You’re right. You’re worth the fucking death sentence.”
Chapter Fourteen
Snyder
Insane.
That was the only logical explanation for the way I was acting. But my desire to conquer Shasta and claim her was too strong to hold off. She was beautiful when she was fully clothed, but naked, she was an absolute goddess.
I grabbed the comforter I had lying by the door and draped it over the bed, then turned back to the woman who would be my undoing.