Page 54 of Conquering the King of Storms

The smile on my face wasn’t going anywhere after seeing her so damn happy.

Sirus slipped into the room a few seconds later, easing the door shut behind him. His gorgeous eyes were light and soft as they slid over my towel-wrapped body. He was wearing a pair of clean, new-looking pants in the same dark blue color that Dove had picked for me, and hot damn, they looked awesome on him.

“Need help?” He stepped into the shower before I answered, his arm sliding around my waist. Mine draped over his shoulder.

“Thank you,” I murmured, still a little overwhelmed by the wild thoughts I’d been struggling with.

“Of course.” His hands rested on my waist as I dried off quickly.

When I glanced up, his eyes were devouring my naked body in the mirror I was apparently facing.

Whoops.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, reaching for the dress. A breeze tossed it up toward us, and Storm caught it easily with one hand.

“You’re not apologizing for letting me look at you bare,” he said.

I wasn’t sure whether it was a question or a statement, but all of my energy had drained away after he left me in the shower, and now I felt vulnerable.

“I’m not?” I asked.

“No, you’re not.” He bent over, pinning my abdomen to his shoulder with the side of his head as he opened the dress for me. My cheeks flushed at the unnecessary help he was offering, but I didn’t turn him down.

“Is that so?” I remained where I was as he slowly and carefully dragged the dress up my thighs and over my stomach. It was soft, and seemed to fit a lot better than the last one had.

“You haven’t apologized for staring at me when I’m naked, so no, you’re not allowed to apologize for letting me do the same to you.”

Oh.

Well, then.

“Okay.” I moved my arms for him as he slid the sleeves over my shoulders, and then lowered them back to my sides when he stepped back. His hands remained on my hips just in case I needed a little support.

My gaze slid over the dress. It was made out of a thinner, lighter material than the last one, and consisted of even less fabric. My nipples were barely covered by the thin strips of fabric that stuck to my skin, and the skirt part wasn’t see-through, but it was made up of more of those same strips. So, a lot of leg was showing.

A lot of everything, honestly.

“I don’t even want to see the back,” I said with a sigh.

“The earth fae craft their clothing with more fabric than any of the rest of us. When we take Ayla to the heart of their land, we’ll stop in a city and buy you some dresses in their style,” Sirus murmured, his fingers sliding over the bare curve of mywaist. The backs of his knuckles brushed my exposed side-boob, and my body clenched. “Can’t say I like the idea of you walking around in this.”

“It’s better than nothing, I guess.” I tugged my wet hair out from beneath the strap that went behind my neck.

“Want me to dry this?” His fingers slid into my wet curls.

I stared at him in the mirror. “You can do that?”

His lips twitched. “I’m the king of the wind fae, love. Pretty sure I can dry anything but the ocean.”

I smacked him on the arm. “I would’ve woken you up ages ago if I knew that was in the cards.”

He chuckled, and the wind picked up around my hair.

My eyes shut, and I leaned forward so I could rest against the countertop while he took care of my hair.

I didn’t know what I really wanted, or what the future held, but in that moment, I had my own personal blow dryer. Areally sexypersonal blow dryer.

So life was good.

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