“I do not trust you to.”
“That’s ridiculous!”
“What is ridiculous is that you rubbed spice all over your body.”
It’s hard to argue with that.
I look at the water, then back at him, unsure of what to do.
Before I can decide, he yanks at the drawstrings on his clothes, pulling his shirt and pants off.
The sight of his nudity startles me, as I’ve never seen a grown man naked before. That the men were all muscle was obvious, as they often walk around shirtless, but I could have never guessedallthat was hidden beneath the rest of their clothes.
And by that, I mean that his manhood is shocking in size, and the way the surrounding skin is bare of hair.
I force my eyes from the offensive appendage but can’t help but study the rest of his body, from his broad shoulders to his etched calves.
Give him cream-colored flesh and all the women of Penticar would lose their minds over him, even if he were just a stable boy. Being of princely blood, they’d lose more than their minds.
If he notices me looking, he doesn’t say anything. He simply folds his clothes neatly and enters the water.
“You need to bathe quickly so that your skin does not burn,” he says.
As I’m about to voice my dismay, a needling sensation at my armpits and inner thighs tells me I have no choice but to get into the water.
Reluctantly, I shed my outer layer and the thin shift underneath, along with the finely stitched cloth at my loins. Then, I quickly enter the water.
It covers my belly button, hiding my sex, which I’m grateful for, but I mislike he can see my torso, more specifically, my small breasts.
“Come to me,” Ramsey growls, sounding more animal than man.
“I’d rather not.”
“We must rid your skin of spice.”
“I can do that on my own.”
“Your soft hands do not have texture. Mine are rough from hard work, and will better cleanse your body of the thearnroot.”
He’s right.
Slowly, I go to him, covering my breasts. Not that he’s at all interested in them.
He kneels in the water, making him only a few inches taller than me.
Somehow, he’s even more handsome under the lights of the floating orbs, which further frustrates me, as nothing good could come from fancying this grumpy man.
But with the way his two silver eyes stare at me, I melt.
My heart races in my chest as my mind wanders to places it ought not to. To what his skin feels like under my soft hands. Of what his cock would feel like between my thighs.
Elena seemed to enjoy coupling immensely, as does Meg.
If only I weren’t so weak.
“You should not have rubbed this spice into your flesh,” he scolds again, his tone losing its edge.
“I know that now, but you hate the way I smell, and I was trying to make it so you weren’t so mad.”
