Page 82 of Tamed By Her Touch

“Turn around.”

“What?” Clair frowned.

“You heard me.”

“Oh, please! You were practically naked in front of me last night,” Clair hissed.

The instant the words left her mouth, she wanted to snatch them back. Maera’s head started to turn—had she heard?

Clair pointed at her.

“Keep looking at the door, please—the ritual of the underpants is not complete yet!”

Maera obediently faced forward again.

Kaelus leaned closer.

“Must you announce our private activities to the entire household?” he growled under his breath.

“I didn’t announce anything,” Clair muttered.

“You just said I was naked in front of you.”

“You were naked in front of me. The same way I was naked in front of you. Because we’re married,” she emphasized.

He frowned.

“Clair, please turn around so that I may complete ‘the ritual of the underpants.’”

“Oh, fine.”

She turned around. Unfortunately, the silver liquid viewer in the bathing room was visible through the open doorway. Which meant she could still see Kaelus reflected in it.

Clair knew she should look away—she truly did. Instead, her eyes wandered sideways all by themselves.

Kaelus dropped the towel and she bit her lip.

Good Lord!

Clair immediately jerked her eyes away from the viewer and stared fixedly at the glowing flowers growing out of the wall. She had already seen the front of him the night before and that had been shocking enough. She had not, however, previously appreciated the rear view. Apparently Beast/Blood Hybrids had extremely nice asses.

Clair swallowed hard.

“Are you finished yet, dear husband?” she asked sweetly.

“No,” Kaelus growled.

“Well, hurry up,” Clair muttered.

“I would go considerably faster if I did not have the distinct impression that you are watching me in the viewer.”

Clair’s mouth dropped open. “I am not!”

“You are.”

“I was looking at the flowers,” she protested.

“Of course you are,” he said dryly.