She returned his dark gaze. As eager as she was to please, she still didn't quite trust him. Where had he been? It was clear he was on drugs of some sort, the way his words slurred, blending together as he spoke. Part of her wanted to curse him, yell at him for leaving - but the other half was not concerned at all with where he'd been, only with the erection pressed against her stomach. The way he was looking down at her drew a wanton feeling into her core like no other. Curse the Atlanteans for their complete lack of women's undergarments, for the wetness was spreading down her legs. 