Saffron's POV
The kiss wasn't just a kiss anymore. It was a claim. One that melted everything in me down to want and fire.
His lips were still on mine when his hands found the knot of my bathrobe, pulling it loose with a slow, almost practiced tug. The fabric loosened and slipped apart, baring me inch by inch. The air hit my skin first as he paused, his breath hitching as his eyes roamed my bare body.
His voice was low as he said, "You're perfect."
I wanted to hide under the blankets and cry. Or maybe pounce on him. Both seemed valid.
I noticed he still hadn't taken off his shirt.
"Take it off," I whispered, my fingers curling into the hem of his T-shirt.
He yanked it over his head in one smooth motion, and I nearly moaned at the sight. Broad chest, strong arms, and
