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Sex Me Up

around the lump in her throat when he turned his sparkling green eyes on her.

“She
is
a siren, isn’t she?” he said, licking his lips. He looked down at himself then the corner of his mouth quirked up in a wry grin. “I don’t look like much, though, do I?”

Dare grimaced and sniffed. “You don’t smell like much either. Do they make you go days without a bath to go on one of these missions of yours?”

Lucan chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “No, it’s a type of cologne they’ve developed. We merely squirt it on and we smell like a rancid beggar.”

“Cologne is
not
a word I would have used.”

Dare said holding his hand over his mouth and nose as Lucan moved closer. “Find the woman’s bathing chamber and wash that shit off. You stink.”

They both glanced her way in question and she pointed to her door. “Down the hall, the second door on the left. There are towels in the cabinet under the sink and a new razor in the top drawer next to the tub.” She didn’t bother to tell him her soap smelled of flowers. Better he found that out after it was too late. The man
did
smell. Dare sat down on the chair in front of her vanity when Lucan left. “What are we to do with you?”

15

Tianna Xander – Bonnie Rose Leigh

Visions of various sexual positions flittered through her head and he smiled as he leaned back in the chair, stretched his long legs out in front of him, and crossed them at the ankles.

“I think it’s only fair to tell you that as a
Savari
, I can read your mind.” He grinned. “Such interesting thoughts you have.” He leaned back and folded his hands behind his head. “I wonder if we should share your ideas with Lucan. We could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Get to know and trust each other and have a good time all at once.”

Jaynee’s face burned. Gods, why couldn’t she control her thoughts? The more the man talked, the more her mind ran rampant with the idea. What would it feel like to have two men want her, one at her front, the other at her back? She nearly groaned with embarrassment when he moved, drawing her attention to his long legs and the bulge at his crotch. Standing, he approached her slowly. His intent was clear as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“A
Savari
can read the minds of others when he or she is not angry or upset. In fact,” he whispered, his head dipping to where her neck and shoulder met, “we can feel every emotion, every sensation of those we’re linked with.”

Jaynee tried to lean away, but warm air skittered across her skin as his tongue lightly 16