Kieran's eyes were closed when she stepped into the bathroom.

He lay relaxed in the bronze tub, his upper body gleaming wetly, his lower body disappearing under the soapy bath water. His long, dark hair lay in wet waves over his shoulders.

He felt her presence and his eyes slowly opened. They zeroed in on her, raking over the t-shirt merged to her body. His gaze lowered, moving past her thighs and back up to her face.

Without a word, he held up a bath sponge to her.

Gwendolyn took a ...