Glancing up and over his shoulder, she stood behind him.
His eyes widened, and his breath caught in his
throat. She’d removed not only his shirt that she’d worn all this time, but
also her own. Mercifully, she clutched one of the articles to her chest. Lucas
tore his eyes away from her exposed shoulders and slender arms. He gritted his
teeth and forced his eyes back to the fire. This woman had a way of igniting a man’s body without even realizing it. It was
doubtful that he’d be cold for much longer. His insides were ready to boil over
after just one glimpse of her exposed skin.
She squatted down beside him,
and held one hand to the fire, the other over her chest. Lucas turned his head
toward her. He couldn’t stop from staring. Her nude back was exposed fully to
his view, and his eyes followed the water droplets that ran down her spine from
her wet hair, and disappeared along the gap at her
waist between her skin and britches.
“When are you gonna stop gawking at me, Lucas?” She shot
him an annoyed look. “If I have to sit here in the nude to warm up quicker,
then that’s what I’ll do, but I’d appreciate it if
you’d look away. And please, keep your lecherous thoughts to yourself.”
Lucas raised his eyes to hers, and met her challenging
stare. His lips twitched in the corners, and slowly rose. If she only knew what
sort of lecherous thoughts
were going through his mind.