The flattery went a long way to making her feel better, as did the gentle touch on her thigh. Marcie parted her legs for him, watching his face.
Being ill had meant she hadn't kept her usual maintenance going, and she had forgotten until this moment. She partly hoped Tragos wouldn't mind that there was hair where there previously hadn't been, and partly berated herself for putting the energy into worrying about it. But he'd said she was beautiful, he was leaning over her, clearly aroused by her. Of course he didn't care about something so superficial.