ELENA DUVAL
A breathless gasp rushed out from my lungs as he pulled me onto his lap. My heart raced from the shock of it. His arm was firm around my waist, yet it felt like it was burning through the softness of my silk nightshirt into my skin rather than balancing me.
I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder. He was so big and warm and hard. I played it cool, pretending this position didn't affect me at all, but in reality, all I could see was a mental image of his naked body pressed against my very own in a completely different position.
I turned my head to look at him. My breathing was shallow when I realized our lips were barely an inch apart. His gaze was warm, seeping deeper beneath my skin with each second.
With his body pressed against mine, warming me from the inside out,
