He could have, although he had no real solid reason to. And that noise was not helping. At all.
Between the purring and the grin, Cathair was back to thinking about her as some exotic jungle creature who was playing with her prey before devouring it. Which wasn't an entirely unpleasant prospect, but he hadn't exactly come here looking for this.
Although she had a point. He hadn't exactly been telling her no. He'd never had to. All he had to do was act disinterested and all the other women wandered off. Unfortunately, Eden wasn't reading his signals of discomfit the way most women did.
And now she was straddling his lap. "I did not," he protested, clinging to what little argument he had here. "That was not a challenge. It was an observation. Completely different things."
Right, even he didn't believe that. Saints, what had he gotten himself into?