Chapter Eighteen
Cradling Emily against his chest, Zaron stepped inside the tall circular stall and gave a quick command for the water to start.
“You can put me down, you know,” she said dryly as the water began pouring over their bodies. “I can stand on my own two feet—and there’s obviously nowhere to run here.”
A smile tugged at the corner of Zaron’s mouth. He was definitely acting like a barbarian. “All right. If you wish.” Placing her carefully on the slick floor, he let the intelligent shower apply cleansing liquids to her hair and skin while he received the same treatment.
He had no idea why it was so difficult for him to keep his hands off Emily, but he could hardly bear not to touch her. It wasn’t a purely physical need, either, though his body was again beginning to stir at he
