Damien raised an eyebrow, a dark, intrigued smile tugging at his lips. “Is that so?”
Without answering, Maya placed her palms flat against his bare, broad chest, gently guiding him backward toward the bed. It wasn't a forceful push, but a quiet, commanding invitation.
Damien let her guide him until the backs of his thighs hit the edge of the mattress. They stood just an arm's length apart, the tension in the room thick and electric.
Still standing right in front of him, Maya reached for the tie of her silk robe. Her gaze never wavered, locking onto his burning dark eyes as her steady fingers untied the belt.
Keeping absolute, unbroken eye contact, she slowly pushed the fabric off her shoulders, letting the piece of clothing slide down her arms and crumple uselessly onto the floor, pool
