Chapter 6

His voice died as he stared at the Red. She was wearing a short white shirt that the water had turned translucent. The wet fabric clung to every curve of her pale body, and he grew hard as he stared at her. The grey dress had done an excellent job of hiding her curves and although it was obvious she was much too thin, the fullness of her breasts and the swell of her hips had him aching to touch her.

He looked up at her face. She had bathed and scrubbed her face and body clean, and he could see a tiny smattering of freckles across her nose. Her skin was the color of milk and other than the freckles, completely unblemished. He was suddenly itching to touch her skin and see if it felt as soft as it looked.

“What’s wrong?” She frowned at him.

His eyes dropped back down to her breasts. The wet fabric and cool air had hardened her rose-colored nipples and he had a sudden image of sucking gently on them.

She looked down at herself. “Gods!”

She blushed and pull