"A flush slid up her neck. In nothing but a nightgown, she would have been embarrassed in front of any man; with Hunter her humiliation was tenfold. He swept his gaze over her with no sign of guilt, no hesitation, his attention lingering on whatever drew his interest. When he traced her collarbone with a fingertip and gave her arm a squeeze, she felt like a head of beef at auction. "You are too skinny. Your father should feed you more." Catching hold of her chin, he tipped her head back and forced her mouth open to check her teeth. "Hmph-hh," he grunted, returning his arm to her waist. "This Comanche paid too many horses. Without your to cover you, you are all bones." She flashed him a glare, only to discover that his eyes were filled with laughter. He slid a hand up her side, his fingers firm and warm where they hugged the curve of her ribs. She stiffened when he cupped the underside of her breast, but she didn't resist his touch. "Maybe not all bones. What do you have there, ? Do you try to hide the sweet places your mother promised me?" He watched her for a moment, as if trying to predict what her reaction might be to such outrageous familiarity."