My hands flew to her waist. “What do you think you’re doing, darlin’?” There was no timidity in her when she raked her teeth over her bottom lip. “Taking this fantasy. Seducing you.” My chuckle was a scrape of greed, and I sat up and took a fistful of her hair, words shifting to a deep, guttural awe. “You can go ahead and tick that box, Little Moonflower. Call me seduced. Never gonna break the spell you have me under.” Then I stood with her in my arms, stepping out of the bathtub, both of us dripping wet, and I carried her to my bed.
