Four shapes stood around the massive bed I laid on.
The firelight caught Soren's dark hair. Mercer's jaw was tight but his eyes burned. Quinlan had a small smirk blooming on his lips. Jericho's shadow blotted out the light.
They were all naked.
My heart hammered against my ribs in frantic beats.
"What are you…" I stammered, pushing myself up on the pillows. The sheets slipped, revealing that I had nothing but a thin, silk slip of a gown. It clung to my breasts, the hem riding high on my thigh.
I didn't recognize it. I didn't own a single silk gown. And I knew better than to wear something like this in a house full of grown men.
What was happening? The last I remembered, I was… I was…I couldn't remember.
"Get out of my bedroom," I ordered, surprised at how steady my voice sounded, even if I didn't.
Soren moved in, eyes shuttered. His fingers wrapped around my ankle. "Your nipples are hard, Adams."
