Esme's mind spun, unsure of how they had ended up here. One moment she was dizzy with anticipation in the kitchen, and the next, she found herself in Donovan's chamber, their lips fervently entwined.
His blindfold was discarded somewhere, forgotten in the heat of their passion. Their bodies pressed together feverishly, desperate, as if they couldn't bear the thought of being apart.
Time seemed to blur, and before she realized it, her clothes had slipped away, leaving her bare under his touch, her hair simmering with a bluish glow.
How did it come to this?
"I…wait," Esme breathed, her voice faltering as she broke the kiss. "I haven't cleaned up properly. I'm still wet from the bath I had."
Donovan, however, seemed to have no such concern. His lips curved into a wicked smile, his voice low and sultry. "Doesn't matter. You'll be wetter soon enough."
