Having captured his attention, she lifted her hand and ran her fingers from his forehead through his damp hair, pushing the strands back before leaning closer to cup his cheek.
"And just where are you lost?" Her sweet voice filled the quiet room, reaching straight to his heart as she gazed at him, a few soft strands of damp hair falling beside her face like a dark, silken curtain.
Enjoying the gentle warmth of her touch, Ivan lifted one hand to curl a soft strand of her hair around his elegant finger, while the other settled at her lower back, feeling the heat lingering on her skin from her recent bath.
He did not answer with words.
Instead, he held her gaze, then pressed his hand gently against her back, drawing her down so that she fell against him, her soft form meeting the solid strength of his.
"Were you trying to sneak up on me?" Ivan's low, deep voice brushed against her ears, sending a sharp thrill through her senses.
