Chapter 33

Elena’s POV

He steps away — like completely away.

I reach for him, but he shakes his head just once. He kicks his shoes off, then, slowly, he shoves his suit jacket off his shoulders and tosses it aside. His hands drop to his belt, and I practically salivate, watching him unhook it. He doesn’t take his pants off, though. He doesn’t pull his cock out, and somehow, it’s hotter than if he were actually naked.

His deft fingers make quick work of undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. He strips that off and throws it somewhere too.

He’s gorgeous. There’s no other word to describe it.

He reaches out, one finger under my chin, and tips it up.

“Don’t move,” he instructs, and I nod.

Then he’s gone. Across-the-room gone.

He sits on the couch, spreading his legs wide, and just watches me. His eyes rake up and down my body, then he does it all over again. Just. Watching.

It’s unnerving and exhilarating all at once. I’ve never been touched l