The soft rustle of fabric was the only sound in the bathroom as Roman unbuttoned his shirt, each slow movement drawing Blair’s eyes upward like a magnet.

Steam clung to the air, curling around her skin, already warm and damp from the bath. But it was nothing compared to the heat building behind her ribs.

Roman’s eyes stayed locked on hers. Not rushed. Not greedy. Just that same, unrelenting focus that made her feel like the only thing that existed.

He let the shirt fall. Then the belt. ...