"You have a habit of keeping me waiting. Is it fun teasing me, Elise?" Ian's voice was teasing but if Elise had to guess what was underneath his voice it would be the hidden craving that tickled her heart.
Elise watched the door as it opened, meeting eyes with Ian who appeared as though he had been waiting for her. His hair fell slack over his forehead, the tips of her hair was dampened by water, possibly because he had just taken a bath which Elise could tell by the soft scent of soap wafting from him.
As the night had come, the once fancy clothes Ian wore for their wedding day had been replaced by the black robe. The velvet belt loosely tied around his waist, not tight enough to hide his smoothly chiseled chest muscle.
"Hm, Elise?" Ian's voice spoke again, deeply vibrating to her chest, causing her to gulp as her heart slipped and stutter from her chest.
Butterflies filled her stomach and her cheeks reddened.
