Chapter 61

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. Then his pants. Every piece of him revealed in silence, no need for theatrics. His body was all lines and hard broad shoulders, chest carved from discipline, not vanity. He really was a work of art. “Move forward.” Blair’s breath caught as he stepped into the water behind her. The heat shifted with him, the water lapping softly against the porcelain. He didn’t grab. He didn’t demand. He just settled in, legs parting as she leaned back into him, her spine against his chest, his arms curling around her lik