She didn't know when her breath caught—whether it was the moment he undid her zipper or the moment his eyes met hers like she was the only prayer he still believed in.
Adam looked at her as though he'd forgotten how to breathe. Like he had been starved for this—for her. His gaze was fire and reverence, hunger and restraint. No man had ever looked at her this way. Like
He peeled her dress off slowly like each second was a ceremony.
And when it hit the floor, she stood bare before him.
The air thickened. Her skin burned under his stare. Her heartbeat drummed between her thighs, echoing the ache that had lived inside her for days—no, weeks. That persistent, unbearable emptiness only he could fill.
His hands didn't touch her. Not yet. But his eyes did.
And oh, how they devoured.
"You're so damn beautiful," he murmured, voice rough with need. "You don't even know what you do to me."