Chapter Eight (Saraya's POV)

"Um… trying to get something to wear."

"Why were you running?"

"I'm naked!" I replied.

"And?" he said with an arched eyebrow.

"What do you mean and?"

"It is just you and I here, " he replied.

"I know!"

"What is the problem then?"

"I don't like walking about naked," I said sheepishly.

"That must be new. You enjoy tormenting me walking about naked," he said. I tried to move out of his arms and realised his two hands were now framing my waist and his fingers were gently caressing my skin.

I swallowed and my eyes darted in their sockets as I continued to search his gaze he did not act like he was going to let go. And I doubted I wanted him to.

Without thinking I stepped forward and my breast pressed against his skin. He took a deep breath and his big chest heaved. When he shut his eyes I drew back a little, reached for one of his hands, and made him stroke the back of his hand against my nipples.

Biting down on my lower lip to keep from moaning, afraid any sound might spo