Chapter 183

Harper's POV

The tension in the room thickens as he steps closer, hips rolling slightly with each step. There’s no music, but it doesn’t matter. He moves like it’s in his blood. Controlled, measured, every motion dripping with heat.

I inhale slowly as he circles me, then stops behind me. His hands brush my shoulders, then slide down my arms, deliberate and slow. His mouth grazes the shell of my ear, and he murmurs, “Keep still.”

I nod.

He walks back into view, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuttons his jeans. He doesn’t rush. It’s all part of the tease. The way he peels away the fabric, the way he shifts his hips like he’s still on a stage with a hundred eyes locked on him. But his focus is all on me.

When he’s down to his boxers, he steps forward and places his hands on my knee