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into the hot water, he groaned in bliss. “Ooh, that feels good. I was chilled to the bone.”
    “You lost a lot of blood,” she said, her scrutiny briefly traveling to his groin before lifting to his face again. “You need much more than the swallow Taryn and I managed to get down you if you’re going to heal properly.”
    “You’ve already done so much for me,” he replied, hoping he conveyed his gratitude. “Thank you for saving my life. I don’t want to impose any more than I have.”
    Lips tilting upward, she nodded. “You’re welcome. Time will tell if you’re worth the trouble.”
    Unease pricked his gut at the echo of her earlier words to Taryn. “What do you mean?”
    She paused, her expression closing some. “I’m teasing. You’re definitely not an imposition, or I’d simply throw you out.”
    “That’s comforting,” he muttered, cupping his palms over his erection in a futile attempt to force it down. Too bad the woman’s take-charge attitude was arousing as fuck.
    “It should be. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll see to getting you some food.”
    “If you have a willing donor I can feed from, that will do.”
    “I’ll decide what you need,” she said, pulling her black T-shirt over her head and tossing it aside. With a snick of a clasp, her bra followed. “And that’s a bath, my blood, and a good regular meal, in that order.”
    Damn, that was hot. “Um, all right…”
    His capitulation earned him a stunning smile, and he swallowed with difficulty. He had the distinct impression that this wasn’t a female given to frequent smiles, and he’d been gifted in a significant way. He wanted to earn another one, but he didn’t want to come across as fake or trying too hard. What a weird position to find himself in, Kassandra being so self-possessed and Luc being a vampire his brothers claimed was so free with his laughter that none took him seriously outside the bedroom.
    Kassandra tugged off her knee-high boots and then pushed down her pants, kicking them into the pile. Luc blinked at the vision. Clothed, she was stunning. Naked, she was a goddess. Perhaps that wasn’t so far from the truth.
    Her large breasts, tipped by rosy nipples, were emphasized nicely by a small waist and taut stomach. Muscled thighs went on forever, so strong in appearance, they could probably crack a man like a walnut; yet they were toned enough to be plentyfeminine. A patch of golden hair on her pussy was groomed into a perfect landing strip.
    His desperate cock ached to play airplane.
    Casually, she raised her arms and reached behind her neck with both hands, working on the tie that bound her braid. The position jutted her breasts as she freed her mane, then shook it out. She approached the tub, and he’d never felt more like a mouse about to be devoured by a cat. He didn’t think he’d mind.
    Then she climbed in and reached for a stack of washcloths sitting on a built-in shelf next to several assorted shampoos and oils. Plucking a cloth, she dropped it in the water and gestured to her lap. “Turn around and lean all the way back so I can wet your hair.”
    “I can do it—”
    “No, you can’t.”
    Her tone brooked no argument. What difference did it make, anyway? After hesitating, he did as she said, scooting around so that his back was toward her. Then he leaned back, fumbling to grasp the edge of the tub when she pulled on his shoulders, and he realized she meant for him to go all the way down with the back of his head in the water.
    “Relax,” she said softly. “I have you, and I won’t let you fall.”
    Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to trust her word and let go. As promised, she eased him back and supported his head so that it didn’t go under. That was a relief, but now he stared at the tiled ceiling, hyperaware of his position. He was lying between this gorgeous, naked female’s spread legs, being pleasantly attended to while his erection pointed straight out of