Her dress

Rosalind suppressed a shiver as Ashton stood behind her, his warm breath fanning across her neck. Once she removed her dress, they would both be completely indecent.

Exposed.

Ashton's hands moved to the laces of her gown, and he began to pull the threads out. His touch made her jump.

"What about my slippers?"

His lips twitched and a devilish gleam settled in his eyes. "I don't want your slippers."

"This is entirely ...