She hadn’t known what to do. She still wasn’t sure about that and her mind raced with thoughts. Would he see it as an invitation if she changed clothes? She didn’t sleep in her normal clothing and even the thought made her a little uncomfortable. The skirt would be all right if she could loosen the band at her waist, but the shirt was another matter. The neckline was high and the fabric cinched at the ribs. Both would bother her when she tried to sleep. Quickly, she stripped off her shirt and skirt before pulling on the long nightshift she’d brought. She settled down and pulled the blanket over her before he turned back to her. When he walked over to join her, he stripped down to his pants. He slipped beneath the blanket and his large body pressed snug against hers. Because of the size of the blanket there was some contact, but he didn’t take advantage of it. His scent drifted to her, surrounding her. The male musk drew her. She wanted to turn her head and nestle against him so she could draw more of it into her.
