hips. Her breath hitched at the sight of his still damp bare skin. Droplets of water clung to his muscles and glistened on his tanned skin as he hunted for clothing.
He turned. Cyn was definitely a perfect example of pure masculinity. Her eyes traveled slowly from his muscular broad chest down to his sculpted abdomen. When her gaze trekked further downward, Emma noted a slight movement under his towel. Mortified, she turned away.
Would she ever stop making a fool of herself?
Cyn cleared his throat and went to the control panel pushed a code in and the shields rose.
“Did you forget the security shields were still in place?” Emma asked.
“Nope,” he replied without hesitation. “Couldn’t leave you unescorted with my son here in the house.”
He’d undressed in front of her on purpose. If he’d meant to entice her, it worked.
His towel slipped dangerously low and she caught a glimpse of the trail of hair descending from his navel to a place she had no business thinking about. “Are you taking me to my car on your way to your dinner?” Emma asked, trying hard not to stare. If only the damn towel would fall already.
When he looked at her, Emma pressed her lips together and feigned a sudden interest in the wall behind him.
“No. I am not letting you out of my sight until after I figure out what is going on,” Cyn told her as he lifted his towel and secured it around his waist. Emma’s annoyance at his words did not stop the pang of disappointment.
“If we aren’t going to rescue my sister tonight then I want to go home. I have a life you know. A cat to feed, bills to pay,” she snapped. “I can’t just hang out with you until you decide what to do.”
He came closer. A tantalizing hint of musky spice teased her nostrils.
The anger in his glare caused a shiver to run through her, not from fright, but from another emotion. Desperate for space between them she attempted to move back. Trapped by the chair behind her legs, she had no choice but to endure his proximity.
When he spoke, his voice held a dangerous edge. “You need me to save your sister right?” Emma bit her lip and nodded as he continued. “Then you play by my rules. I suggest you call and find someone to feed your damn cat.”
With that frosty stare and the lethal tautness to his body, he was intimidating. Even naked, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, he was a frightening sight. Yet somehow, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
“I don’t have my cell phone here with me,” she said, giving him her best glare.
At his fierce scowl, Emma understood what any demon confronted by him felt. She studied the pattern on the carpeting, not sure what to do next.
He went to his bed, picked up his cell phone and handed it to her. “Call someone — we’re leaving in about two minutes for dinner.” His voice had softened.
She squared her shoulders and tried to give him a superior look. “Fine.”
Cyn stood close by and peered over her shoulder as she pushed Wendy’s number into the cell phone, probably to make sure she didn’t dial 9-1-1 or something. Emma was disappointed when Wendy didn’t answer. She left a message, making up some random excuse so that Wendy would stop by her place and feed her cat. When she turned around, Cyn walked out of the room fully dressed.
How did the man move so fast?
Emma walked into the living room where Cyn waited to blindfold her again. With a resigned sigh, she turned her back to him. She didn’t want him to touch her. He affected her too much. So, she stood very still as he tied the suede wrap around her face.
Blue snickered then abruptly stopped. No doubt Cyn had given him the same lethal glare she’d received earlier. Strong hands guided her to the garage.
“We’re taking my truck,” Cyn told her as he helped her climb up into the elevated vehicle. His hands on her waist, he helped her get into the vehicle.
Unsettled by his touch, she tried to relax into
He turned. Cyn was definitely a perfect example of pure masculinity. Her eyes traveled slowly from his muscular broad chest down to his sculpted abdomen. When her gaze trekked further downward, Emma noted a slight movement under his towel. Mortified, she turned away.
Would she ever stop making a fool of herself?
Cyn cleared his throat and went to the control panel pushed a code in and the shields rose.
“Did you forget the security shields were still in place?” Emma asked.
“Nope,” he replied without hesitation. “Couldn’t leave you unescorted with my son here in the house.”
He’d undressed in front of her on purpose. If he’d meant to entice her, it worked.
His towel slipped dangerously low and she caught a glimpse of the trail of hair descending from his navel to a place she had no business thinking about. “Are you taking me to my car on your way to your dinner?” Emma asked, trying hard not to stare. If only the damn towel would fall already.
When he looked at her, Emma pressed her lips together and feigned a sudden interest in the wall behind him.
“No. I am not letting you out of my sight until after I figure out what is going on,” Cyn told her as he lifted his towel and secured it around his waist. Emma’s annoyance at his words did not stop the pang of disappointment.
“If we aren’t going to rescue my sister tonight then I want to go home. I have a life you know. A cat to feed, bills to pay,” she snapped. “I can’t just hang out with you until you decide what to do.”
He came closer. A tantalizing hint of musky spice teased her nostrils.
The anger in his glare caused a shiver to run through her, not from fright, but from another emotion. Desperate for space between them she attempted to move back. Trapped by the chair behind her legs, she had no choice but to endure his proximity.
When he spoke, his voice held a dangerous edge. “You need me to save your sister right?” Emma bit her lip and nodded as he continued. “Then you play by my rules. I suggest you call and find someone to feed your damn cat.”
With that frosty stare and the lethal tautness to his body, he was intimidating. Even naked, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, he was a frightening sight. Yet somehow, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
“I don’t have my cell phone here with me,” she said, giving him her best glare.
At his fierce scowl, Emma understood what any demon confronted by him felt. She studied the pattern on the carpeting, not sure what to do next.
He went to his bed, picked up his cell phone and handed it to her. “Call someone — we’re leaving in about two minutes for dinner.” His voice had softened.
She squared her shoulders and tried to give him a superior look. “Fine.”
Cyn stood close by and peered over her shoulder as she pushed Wendy’s number into the cell phone, probably to make sure she didn’t dial 9-1-1 or something. Emma was disappointed when Wendy didn’t answer. She left a message, making up some random excuse so that Wendy would stop by her place and feed her cat. When she turned around, Cyn walked out of the room fully dressed.
How did the man move so fast?
Emma walked into the living room where Cyn waited to blindfold her again. With a resigned sigh, she turned her back to him. She didn’t want him to touch her. He affected her too much. So, she stood very still as he tied the suede wrap around her face.
Blue snickered then abruptly stopped. No doubt Cyn had given him the same lethal glare she’d received earlier. Strong hands guided her to the garage.
“We’re taking my truck,” Cyn told her as he helped her climb up into the elevated vehicle. His hands on her waist, he helped her get into the vehicle.
Unsettled by his touch, she tried to relax into
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