Louise
I lie curled in Elias’s arms, my cheek pressed to his chest, listening as his heartbeat gradually slows from a wild drum to a deep, steady rhythm. His fingers trace lazy circles along my spine, slow and careless, like a satisfied predator who’s just finished feasting.
“That shirt,” Elias murmurs, voice still rough with s*x, “looks better on you than anything you’ve worn before.”
I glance down at myself—oh. Right. I’m still completely naked.
“It’s Amy’s,” I say.
“She has better taste than you.” His fingers slide to my waist, possessive and warm. “But it’s too revealing.”
I lift my head to meet his gaze. He’s already watching me, dark eyes still hazy with desire.
“Revealing?” I echo, a smile tugging at my lips.
“The neckline dips too low.” His fingertips drift up my stomach in
