““Her belly clenched with a painful mixture of shame and reluctant excitement. She met his eyes, then heartily wished she hadn't. The predatory glint was unmistakable. "There's room for maneuver between nakedness and that tent you're wearing." His gaze sharpened. "Did you think I'd quail at all that flannel?" "I took what defensive measures I could," she muttered, staring upward again. Although truthfully it hadn't occurred to her to pack anything other than her usual nightwear. "You underestimate the stimulating power of imagination," he said drily. "I'm intrigued to discover the treasures beneath that billowing fabric." In wordless horror, Sidonie turned her head to stare at him. His shell of carelessness disintegrated and she read raw hunger in his saturnine face. The air vibrated with sexual awareness. In the bristling silence, the sound of rain sheeting against the windows was a jarring intrusion. "Take it off," he said softly.””
