Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

stuff, boys, or it’s going to be a very long night.”
    Alexios just laughed again and left. After Brennan closed the door behind him, he leaned against it and studied Tiernan for so long her cheeks turned pink and she got that delightfully indignant expression on her face again.
    “What now?”
    “I was just thinking how appealing the prospect of a very long night, spent entirely with you, is to me,” he said, allowing every bit of his hunger for her to show in his face and voice. His cock hardened just at the idea of it. Tiernan, naked. He suddenly desperately wanted to remove every stitch of her clothing and memorize every inch of her body.
    In patient, loving detail.
    She shook her head, and disappointment knifed through him as if his painfully volatile emotions had actually held out hope that she’d offer to strip down and star in his most erotic fantasies.
    “What am I going to do with you? No, don’t answer that,” she said, shaking her head. “Right now, we need to solve a very mundane problem: how can I go to the bathroom without your curse kicking in? Because there is no way you’re going to watch me pee.”

Chapter 8
    Tiernan’s face heated up when she realized what she’d just said, but unfortunately she was past the point of niceties in regard to her need for the facilities. It had been a long drive and a lot of caffeine to get there.
    She glanced at him, hoping her hair covered most of her almost certainly fire-engine red cheeks. He was either shocked speechless or trying not to laugh at her, either of which was fine.
    Hey, it was even deserved, but still not solving the problem. “Look,” she said. “Surely the curse can’t kick in just in the two minutes it will take me behind that door.”
    His smile disappeared, fast, and the lines in his face deepened as he stared at first her, then the door. “I do not know, and I am unwilling to take the chance, with so little time before we must make an appearance. Are you truly so concerned for your privacy in the face of what is at risk?”
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    “Well, when you put it that way—” she snapped, but then a thought occurred. “Poseidon didn’t know much about modern technology back in the day, did he?”
    “I don’t understand.”
    She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of herself. “Here, hold this and look at my face.
    I’ll be back in two minutes. Less, even.”
    She slapped the phone in his hand and ran for the bathroom door. “You can talk to me if you need to hear my voice. Look at my picture and talk to me, okay?”
    “You look quite distressed in this picture,” he said slowly, as she slammed the door and yanked her jeans down, all but hopping on one foot.
    “That’s one word for it,” she muttered. Quickly she took care of business, washed her hands, and pulled the door open with wet hands before even grabbing the towel, not wanting to push her luck. “Here I am again. See how fast that was? You’re fine, aren’t you?”
    He slowly raised his head, and his eyes were emerald fire, burning through her. “I’m not sure,”
    he said slowly. “I do remember you, but the photograph is not sufficient. The edges of your existence began to fade in my mind, even as I gazed at your likeness on this device. I do not believe technology will solve this dilemma between us. A piece of metal and wire is no match for the curse of a god.”
    She took her phone back, gently prying his shaking fingers away. “So we’ve reached the limit, but we didn’t pass it,” she said, keeping her tone light. “That’s a relief. Some things a woman just wants to do on her own.”
    But she realized not just his hands were shaking. His entire body was shuddering, and he reached out for her. She went unhesitatingly into his embrace. He pulled her against him and tightened his arms until she gasped.
    “Brennan, I’m having a hard time breathing here,” she said, laughing a little.
    He loosened his hold a fraction and put a hand under her chin, pulling her head up until their gazes locked. “Then let me breathe for you.”
    He lowered his head and took her lips in a hard, almost desperate kiss. Heat shot through her with the intensity of a flash fire in the forest; she clutched at his shoulders when her knees threatened to give way. Nothing mattered but that he keep kissing her, keep devouring her mouth with his own. An explosion of pure sensation sizzled through her body,