His nostrils flared but he didn’t make a move to touch me.
I slowly began to undo the buttons of my shirt. I mentally patted myself on the back for wearing my white lace set. I took my time undoing the buttons, taking utmost pleasure in the way his eyes followed every movement of my hands. I could tell it was taking all of his self-control to not reach out to me.
He kept his hands fisted on the desk, his chest rising and falling as his eyes followed the movement of my hands.
Once the shirt was on the floor, he stared openly and I felt my confidence build slowly. There was something empowering about knowing that you had the power to bring a man like Elias to his knees without a word.
“Don’t tease me, little wolf,” he ground out.
“Teasing?” I mused. “I would never dare.”
I leaned forwa
