Adeline's POV

The dress pooled at my feet.

I stood before him in nothing but black lace. Vulnerable in a way I'd never been with anyone. Not in a fight. Not on a job. Not ever.

Kayden's eyes dragged down my body. Slow. Deliberate. Like he was memorizing every curve, every line, every imperfection.

"Beautiful," he breathed. "So fucking beautiful."

"Your turn."

His lips curved into that dark smile. The dangerous one. But his hands moved to his shirt. Unbuttoning slowly. Too slowly.

I stepped ...