Chapter Thirteen
So much for maintaining her calm and dignified manner. At least she’d made it through her apology. And Kai’s apology. But now he was rising up out of the water like some kind of god of the wilderness, muscles flexing, skin red from the chill. And he was the most magnificent sight she’d ever seen.
It took every ounce of willpower she owned—which was a lot—not to openly ogle him. She quickly turned aside and averted her gaze. But even with a few quick surreptitious glances, she saw enough. Long, powerful thighs, taut stomach, not an ounce of fat anywhere. Don’t look at that dark patch between his thighs. Don’t do it.
“You know it takes a lot of confidence for a guy to walk naked out of ice-cold water,” Kai was saying.
“All it takes is fear of freezing,” she pointed out.
