The room was filled with steam that reached the roof, making it hard to see, and filled with the scent of lavender-scented oil and roses. It was steamy and hot, his lips ignited something in Abrielle. Something forbidden, she had thought she wanted to voice out but he had successfully clouded her thoughts.
His towering body pressed against her, and God he smelled divine. She could not lay her hands on what it was but despite her mind telling her, she should stop him. The pheromones he was giving out made it so damn hard.
Her hands subconsciously wrapped around his neck, her slender fingers entangling with his damp hair that glistened under the faint candlelights in the room. Water rolled down to his chest region, alighting his toned, seductive body.