The moment their eyes met, Adeline shrieked as her dress slipped from her shoulders and tumbled to the floor. Silence enveloped the room, thick and suffocating, as the two of them froze—staring at each other, lost for words.
Darien's gaze was unrelenting. He looked at Adeline's nearly bare body, the only barriers between him and exposure being the matching red lacy bra and panties. His green eyes roamed slowly, assessing every detail. Her collarbones, sharply defined, caught the soft morning light. He moved downward, silently noting her breasts—perfectly shaped, neither too large nor too small, balanced in a way that made them seem almost sculpted. He couldn't help the faint stirring in his chest, though he tried desperately to keep it in check.
