Page 85 of Tamed By Her Touch

“Hold still,” she muttered when the big Hybrid shifted restlessly.

“I am holding still,” Kaelus growled.

“No, you’re not. Your stomach keeps moving,” she accused.

He gave her an incredulous look.

“I am breathing, Clair.”

“Well, stop it,” she snapped.

Kaelus stared at her.

“Stop breathing?”

“Only temporarily until I get this clasp closed.”

Maera laughed softly, startling Clair–she had almost forgotten the other woman was there. She’d been so involved in being close to Kaelus—touching his skin and breathing in his warm, spicy scent—that she’d forgotten they had an audience.

“You two are very amusing together,” the Titus Four woman remarked.

Kaelus looked offended.

“We are not attempting to be amusing.”

Maera beamed.

“That is what makes it so charming.”

Clair smiled despite herself at the idea of someone describing her grumpy lab partner as ‘charming.’ She finished the final clasp and took a step backward.

“There,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and nodding in approval. “Now you look exciting.”

Kaelus looked down at himself. Then at Clair.

“I do not like to be exciting,” he growled.

“Well too bad, because you certainly are,” she said.

She hated to admit it, but the tunic looked fantastic on him. It molded to his shoulders and chest while leaving his muscular arms completely bare, and the charcoal color made his golden eyes seem even brighter.

Clair tilted her head as she studied him.

“You clean up pretty good, sugar-booger.”

Kaelus’s expression flattened.

“Do not call me that.”

“I didn’t complain when you called me Lissa’ra last night,” she murmured.

His golden eyes flashed and Clair immediately wished she hadn’t said it. Weren’t they supposed to be putting the events of the night before behind them?

But it was too late—Maera looked interested.

“What happened last night?” she asked.

“Nothing!” Clair said, quickly.