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the flow.
    Her instincts kicked in. Not only did he need help, but she bet Kellum did, too. Wanting to hurry and move on, she stepped behind him and looked for the soap.
    “Press the blue tile.”
    His constant ability to know what she was thinking was beginning to frighten her. She did as he asked and the tile moved inward. From the top of the box, a nozzle appeared. She stuck her hand in the enclave and soap drizzled out. Perhaps using a cloth would be more sanitary, but she didn’t see anything like a cloth, so she dragged her hand down his back.
    “Tell me if my touch hurts.” He had two six-inch gashes on his back.
    “You’ll do fine.”
    As if he’d willed it, another spray shot out water between herself and Taryn. The warm water splattered onto her. She couldn’t worry about getting wet. Making sure Taryn healed was of paramount concern.
    After she finished with his back, he turned around. Since he could reach the rest of his body, she wasn’t sure what more she could do.
    “Your touch is soothing. Continue please.”
    She hadn’t expected him to say that. Maybe there weren’t many women on Anterra, though why she’d draw that conclusion she didn’t know. His hospitality had been outstanding. After the wolf attack, the two men could have left her there. Instead, they carried her to their home, despite being horribly injured.
    Besides, what harm could come of touching a man with well-developed muscles and who looked like a Calvin Klein model? Absolutely nothing. Despite him sporting an erection, he probably wasn’t up for sex anyway.
    She pressed the blue tile again and more soap poured onto her palm. “You sure you want me to rub the injury?”
    “Maybe just around it.”
    That made more sense. By now, she was totally drenched, but she didn’t mind. If she could give Taryn some comfort, she’d try. Once he got out of the shower, perhaps she could talk some sense into him or call 911 herself. The attack must have messed with both of the men’s heads, too. Why she hadn’t seen them in the fray she didn’t know, but she knew memories got erased during high-stress events.
    As she massaged the soap over his chest, her mind stopped functioning. His skin, while smooth, had a slight coarseness to it, like he’d spent his life outdoors. Its texture was thicker and not as delicate as her outer layer.
    Perhaps it was the chest hair on his upper body that fascinated her the most. It was silky and plentiful, and except for the trail that led to his still-hard cock, it stopped right below his overly large pectorals.
    “You have such smooth hands.”
    She was about to say he had some smooth parts, too, but that wasn’t her nature to be so overt.
    Really? Then what was she doing in the shower with a man who was naked with a hard-on that was bigger than any she’d ever seen before?
    “I like your skin. It’s manly and rugged.”
    He smiled and her heart raced. “Maybe you could wash my calves. It hurts to bend over and wash them.”
    She’d do anything to make sure he healed quickly. The easiest way was to get on her knees. After she drenched her palms in soap, she lowered her body and got to work cleansing him. What she thought were large gashes turned out to be merely scratches after she washed away the blood. With all the dark-blond hair on his legs, it had been difficult to tell at first.
    After she finished washing the first leg, she moved to the other one. Her skin prickled as her lips passed within an inch of his rigid cock. She had to blink a few times to keep the water out of her eyes.
    Liar . She had to blink because she’d never seen a cock that large. He was almost inhuman in size.
    “Staring at it will only make it larger.” The chuckle in his voice heated up her whole body this time.
    “I wasn’t looking.” She kept her gaze averted.
    “If that’s your version of telling the truth, I’d like to visit your reality someday.”
    She opened her mouth and gazed up at him. His grin made her