Eleven
Deirdre leaned against the door of her bedroom, her body trembling with reaction. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel Amaal’s lips touching hers, the warmth of his breath against her mouth…the way her body had flooded with sudden heat. For one insane second, she had wanted him, wanted him so badly that she’d thought about dragging him over to one of the couches he’d conjured on the other side of the room so they could continue what he’d started.
Which was just crazy. He was a djinn. A djinn.
Oh, God.
She stood there, weight against the door, and wondered what she would do if she heard his footsteps coming down the hall, heard him rattle the doorknob. If he tried to force his way in, she knew there was no way she could stop him. She’d turned off the device, which meant h
