Call of the Wild Wind by Sabrina York

Author:Sabrina York
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: 0
Published: 2016-09-03T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

Britannia gulped. The command had utterly thrown her for a loop.

Undress him?

How strange that a curl of excitement whipped through her belly. She resolved, however, to be as aloof and blasé as he, and stepped behind him to help him shed his coat.

A frisson of restlessness, a coil of tension shot through her at the sight of this man in his shirtsleeves. This was a shockingly intimate tableau. She reminded herself she was his servant and there was nothing more to it. But when he turned around, so she could untie his cravat, she began to shake.

She drew in a deep breath and began working the knot.

All the while, he glared at her with a muscle pulsing in his cheek. Surely she was not so clumsy or slow to deserve that.

When she began on his buttons, he snarled something that sounded like, “Never mind,” and turned away to finish the job himself.

It wasn’t wrong for her to watch.

She was a valet, after all.

And, frankly, she was curious.

Besides, it wasn’t as though she hadn’t seen plenty of naked men in her day. If one counted today.

But oh. That frightening and dismal experience had done nothing to prepare her for this. As Charles pulled off his linen shirt, and his bronzed back was revealed, she nearly swallowed her tongue. Mr. Cole-Winston had not had muscles like that, muscles that bunched and rippled when he moved. Mr. Cole-Winston had not had a bottom like that, either. Charles’ bum was beautifully formed and tight. His legs were long and thick and, all things considered, rather intriguing.

She tried not to stare, but could not help herself.

Had she really thought naked men were hideous?

This one was like an Elgin marble. Perfect. A Greek God.

As he shed the last of his clothing, and Charles turned to the side to step into the tub, it almost seemed as though he was shielding his most private parts from her, which was, all in all, a disappointment.

Everyone knew the most interesting part of an Elgin marble was the—

“Well?” he barked as he sloshed into the water.

“Well what?”

He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Are you going to wash my back?”

Wash his back? Touch him? She gulped. Dare she?

“Well?”

She tipped her head to the side. “If you wish.”

“I do so.” He waved to the cloth and soap Will had left on the table and she gathered them up and then slowly made her way to his side.

She didn’t even try to peek over his shoulder into the water.

Much.

Unfortunately, it was murky.

Or fortunately. Depending on one’s point of view.

Gingerly, Britannia dipped the cloth into the water and made a lather and then began scrubbing Charles’ back.

This was, again, a new experience for her. And again, a surprising delight. His skin was warm and smooth. His muscles were finely formed. She found she enjoyed washing him very much.

He, however, did not seem to enjoy it at all. His muscles were tense and he moved restlessly as she worked away on his back.

“Would you like me to wash your hair?” she asked.

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