front of him. That would be tantamount to announcing she was willing to have sex with him. She had a date with Amy and Krista for dinner and didn’t have time for something so frivolous. Krista was probably already frantic about not finding her.
“Are you ashamed of your body?”
His words finally sunk in. “Ashamed? No. Why?”
When she did the love scenes with Brad, she’d almost be naked with a ton of cameras inches from her body. All sense of modesty would have to vanish. Until then, she’d hang on to her old-fashioned ways.
He slowly unbuttoned her drenched, see-through shirt. Her sports bra covered her nicely, so she didn’t mind. When his fingers brushed her skin, every cell reignited. Her gaze focused not on what he was doing, but on his eyes and his sensuous mouth that twisted with each turn of the button. He lowered the shirt down her arms and let the material drop onto the bathroom floor. Forcing herself to breathe, she bent over to retrieve her top.
He stopped her. “Just so you know, the women around here go topless.”
She’d heard a lot of come-on lines, but none that good. “I doubt that.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
This time he let her pick up her shirt.
“Where are the towels?” There were none on any racks.
“We don’t need them.”
He moved her a few feet in front of the shower and a huge blast of air from the right and left blew out of the walls. It was like standing in a wind tunnel. All she could do was hold out her arms and laugh. She closed her eyes while she slowly rotated and let the warm currents blow over her. The water evaporated from her skin in no time, but her clothes remained damp and rather uncomfortable.
As quickly as the air started, it ceased. Taryn appeared quite dry. He reached under the sink and pulled out another loincloth. Apparently, that was his only attire. In one quick move, he covered himself.
“I’ll be right back for something for you to wear. With just Kellum and me living here, I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of choices for you. My sister left something here one time. She’s about your size.”
“Great.”
Part of her was thrilled there wasn’t a wife around. If he had been married, his mate undoubtedly would have been furious to know they’d brought some stranger home and gotten naked in front of her. Taryn walked out. From the back, his wounds didn’t look as bad as they appeared in the shower. When he did return, she’d offer to put some ointment and bandages on the worst of the cuts. How all the bleeding had stopped in such a short period of time, she didn’t know.
To help dry her shirt, she hung it over the shower door. Two minutes later he came back with what looked like a long skirt. “The women wear the cloth around their waist, but I imagine you’d like to wear it a bit differently.” He held out the piece of clothing.
Since the fabric was lightweight and thankfully opaque, she wouldn’t turn it down. “Thanks.” He waited, almost as if he expected her to undress in front of him. “Could I have some privacy?”
His brows pinched as if he didn’t understand the word. His head bobbed once and then he disappeared. Talk about being awkward. She wasn’t sure what was going on with these men, but perhaps they’d lived in the forest too long. It might do them good to spend a few days in Spirit to remember what life was like.
To prevent Kellum or Taryn from walking in while she changed, she leaned against the door. Since all of her undergarments were wet, she removed them and hung them over the shower door next to her shirt. If she could figure out how to create the wind tunnel again, she would.
She slipped on the skirt. Since it had an elastic waistband, she pulled it up over her chest and then stepped in front of the mirror. She looked like a drowned rat since the wind cyclone had blown her long hair every which way. Perhaps she could borrow a comb from Kellum. His hair was longer than Taryn’s.
When she was
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