Get an eyeful of the sleeping warrior

Kailla cast a sideways glance at Grom, who was curled up on the far side of camp, utterly exhausted by age and exertion, worry and relief, fast asleep. She knew her father would not wake up. For all that he was a kind old worriwart, not even the loudest thunder nor the roar of demons in the night could wake him once he was asleep. She moved a little closer to the prone figure of the unknown hunter - closer to the fire! she told herself (even as a bead of sweat from the muggy, midnight air of the jungle trickled down her collar before beading on an erect nipple). Not closer to him, closer to the fire!

She allowed her eyes to slide surreptitiously down from his face, across the rest of his body. A sly grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she lingered on his broad shoulders, his powerful arms and big hands, the strong jaw and surprisingly long, silvery eyelashes that together with his long hair added a dash of feminine grace to balance out his musclebound virility. Kailla's face grew hot as her gaze followed the groove of his abs before catching - unavoidably - on the large, fleshy python draped across his belly. Though it was as soft as can be, it reached past his navel. The head rose and fell with his breaths.

This wasn't so bad at all. Kailla licked her lips. She shifted, feeling the slickness between her legs. She let out an involontary sigh as she squeezed her thighs together. She had never been so wet, it was actually uncomfortable! Biting her lip to silence a moan, Kailla slipped a hand between her thighs.