Jace grabbed Echo's hand, pulling it away from the drawer, and placed it on his chest, wanting to feel more of her skin. Her fingers flattened over the material of his shirt, and warmth spread through him. A lust had a hold of him, and he wasn't sure if it was his ram hormones or nymph magic, but he wanted to find out what kind of lace covered the sweet spot between her curvy thighs. He could grab a handful of ass and drag her right into him, but he refrained, barely keeping his amusement and hunger for her contained. "I'm not sure those human laws will apply to us, but, by all means, if you'd like to get the police involved, I'm sure they'd love to hear how my fleece ended up on your property."
Echo yanked her hand back. Anger lit up her face with a tinge of red hitting her cheeks. He was getting to her. Good. But he'd be damned if that anger didn’t make her even more appealing to him. He had to force himself to breathe normally instead of releasing the groans struggling to escape him. Images of her beneath him writhing in pleasure made talking or thinking difficult.
He had to keep probing and looking though her home until he figured out where and how the minx was hiding the fleece. Lust didn't outweigh duty. He would not be leaving her land without it. A tiny voice in the back of his head reminded him that fleece or no fleece, his curse would make him leave, but Jace pushed the thoughts aside. He had plenty of time, and what better way to kill it then with a perfectly gorgeous nymph.
"Do you have rocks in your ears? I told you what you seek is not here." She crossed her arms, watching him closely.
The barely showing cleavage of her breasts pushing up from those lovely crossed arms enticed Jace, and he let his gaze wander down to take in her full figure. His jeans had tightened to an uncomfortable level around his hips. He looked back up, straight into her eyes as he adjusted himself in front of her, blatantly letting her know he was aroused and willing.