Demon Ryder by Hunter Tamara

Author:Hunter, Tamara [Hunter, Tamara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-09-06T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

What the hell happened? Camille turned off the water. Why would Ryder leave after performing such an intimate act? She hadn’t even protested Ryder’s use of an all-in-one shampoo.

She stepped onto a fluffy white bathmat then picked up the softest bath towel she’d ever felt. He just walked away as if she hadn’t offered herself up like a freaking buffet. Men! She’d never understand them. She froze in the act of drying off. Was he seeing someone? Could be possible, but she hadn’t spotted any evidence of a female in his bedroom or any other room. With a man like Ryder, a girl would want others to be aware he was taken.

But what other reason could there be? If the rise of his briefs was any indication, he found her more than attractive. If he had someone, fine. But if he was in the free and clear...

Camille hung the white towel on the bar before padding into his bedroom. Part of her hoped he’d be sprawled across the king-size bed waiting on her, but no such luck. The bed itself was nearly larger than her entire bedroom. Along with a bed, the room had space for a dresser, night stands covered with a stack of news magazines and a separate sitting area which included a tan leather loveseat and chair and an entertainment center.

She rustled in his closet for a shirt. She slid on the white cotton which came to her knees. She buttoned it up, longing for clean underwear as well, but at least her body was free of sweat and grime.

After leaving the bedroom, she checked on Gizeel first, glad to find he remained deep in slumber. She didn’t shut the door completely, but opted to leave it cracked a few inches so she’d hear if he awakened.

In the kitchen, Ryder guzzled a glass of water as he stood in front of the granite covered island. She observed the play of muscles beneath the expanse of his golden skin. Damn, the man was built. Well-worn jeans sculpted his firm backside like an old friend. A thin line of black rose above the waistband of the denim.

“What happened? How’d you get out?” she asked.

He turned around, lowering the glass as he studied her. Her breasts grew heavy the longer he zeroed in on the area between her thighs.

Clearing his throat, he lifted his gaze to hers. “Where are your jeans?”

“They were dirty so unless you have clothes that are seriously too little for you, this is it.” She batted her lashes. “Do you keep clothes for female guests?”

He didn’t answer as he rubbed the back of his neck. He turned his back to her, not completely, but now she could only see his profile.

“Look, I’m sure you’re quite the man about town.” She rolled the sleeves of the shirt above her wrists. “I was only kidding.”

“You’re not wearing panties.” He growled the words.

“X-ray vision too? You’re like Superman.” She laughed. “Hey, if you remove your boxer briefs, we’d be a matching pair.

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