Elena's POV

He held his words, his hands moved lower... brushing my waist.

I flinched at his hot touch as he brought down both my pants and panties in one swoop.

I giggled at him urgently, wiggling them off me.

When he finally removed the last barrier between us, his eyes locked with mine, asking silently for the green light one last time.

He was not rude, or violent like I had known some men to be. Noah actually cared about what I wanted, not what it seemed like I was there to do.

I smiled, giving him the answer he required by reaching down to his briefs. I brought...