Alexei blinked as she turned away, shaking off the spell that had seemed to develop between them. Just as he thought he was free from its grasp, he looked up, his eyes locking on Ingrid's in the mirror. Without thinking, he stepped up behind her, his body pressed against her back. She was so small, it almost seemed like she was made of porcelin.<br/><br/>Wordlessly, his rough hands lifted, and caressed up and down her bare arms. Her skin was so soft, the complete counter to the abuse his own body had taken in his life. He would be willing to bet that it was perfect as well, not a single scar or blemish.<br/><br/>What the hell was happening to him? He felt his guts churning, his body tight. For the first time since he had met her, he was aware of the fact that his manhood was rock hard between his legs. He had never felt himself attracted to a woman like this.