Elias's hands moved with a slow, deliberate confidence that made Chloe's blood run hot and cold in alternating waves. The testing was over. The careful, tentative probing of her waist and her ribs had given way to something far more certain, far more possessive. His left hand remained on her breast, his palm cupping the heavy globe, his thumb rubbing her stiff n****e in slow, firm circles that sent continuous, burning jolts of pleasure straight to her core. His right hand, the one resting on her lower belly, began to drift lower.
His fingertips slipped beneath the waistband of her cotton shorts. The sensation of his rough, warm skin sliding against the soft, sensitive flesh of her lower belly was electric. Chloe's stomach muscles clenched involuntarily, a tiny, hidden spasm that she insta
