YELENA

I looked up at him through my eyelashes, the heavy warmth of the room settling over us. My heart thudded hard against my ribs, a nervous but excited flutter waking up deep inside my stomach.

Slowly, deliberately, I stretched my hand down the smooth, warm skin of his thighs, my fingers brushing against the rigid heat of his length through the tight fabric.

"I can help you," I said shyly, my voice dropping to a soft whisper.

He froze beneath my touch, his breath catching sharply in ...