Sienna’s POV

The way he said it -low, rough, like he was admitting a sin- made my stomach drop straight between my thighs. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. My hands were still gripping the hem of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the planet. The room smelled like steam and him and pure chaos.

Luther’s eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and unapologetic. Then his gaze dipped-slow, deliberate- down the length of me, lingering on the way the shirt barely skimmed ...