"Ann Durand - Flight of the Gryphon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Durand Ann)

"An ulli?" She sounded incredulous.

"Yeah," he said. "It's great. It will adjust to your size, and it's environmentally controlled. When it's hot,
the suit will keep you cool, and when it's cold, you'll be very comfortable in it."

"An ulli," she breathed. "Okay, you can come in."

Mike skirted across the floor to the bench where he draped the ulli next to the blanket. "It's easy to put
on. It'll stretch in whatever direction you pull it, and it snaps into place when you let go. There are no ties
or fasteners. And if you need to dry your hair, stand near the tunnel at the other end of the pool. There's
a warm wind gusting through it."

"Thank-you."

As he turned around, his eyes caught an unexpected view of her naked backside under the water. The
sight of her pale skin glowing in the pool made him feel rubbery inside, and he hastened out of the room
without speaking to her again. No distractions.

He busied himself for the next half-hour with meal preparations. Yesterday, he had skinned and gutted a
large kiddik, the meaty mountain elk that grazed in abundance on the green pastures of the meadows in
and surrounding the Tikon Forest near the caves. He dropped sections of the meat into the kettle along
with some tasty roots and herbs to flavor the water, which had grown hot from the fire beneath. A natural
sky hole in the roof of the cave provided ample ventilation. As he turned to scoop up another handful of
roots, something in the entryway caught his eye.

The woman was standing there, holding a lanadik and watching him. He turned to face her. She was
wearing the ulli, which hugged her form like a layer of silver skin. She looked stunning. In a heartbeat, his
breathing changed, and he struggled to steady it. He had never seen an ulli on a woman with her
proportions and hadn't counted on his response to it. Her breasts, small and round, jiggled slightly as she
shifted her weight. Unable to help himself, his eyes journeyed across her chest to her small waist, then
over her curving hips to her shapely legs. Finally, his eyes rested on the tiny silver boots that formed
around her feet.

"I see it fits," he said, forcing his eyes back to her face. "You look nice, uh…I mean, without all that
mud."

He was noticing her eyes. They were a bluish-green like a fine emerald from his world, and rimmed with
thick, dark lashes. Her hair, gleaming from her bath, fell in soft, wavy columns past her shoulders, the
ends curling around her elbows.

"It fits alright, but it's so light. I can't even feel it. It feels like I'm…" A pink flush rose to her cheeks.

"Yeah, I know," he said, quickly. "It covers everything, though, so don't worry. You'll get used to the
weightlessness." He smiled reassuringly. "The next time you try on your own clothes, you'll think you're
wearing a suit of armor."

"Armor?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah. It's…very heavy."