Chapter 73

Lorenzo:

Elena lies on her back, her legs spread wide as she lets out a small sigh.

I trail my fingers up her leg, watching as her eyelids flutter open.

“Good morning,” she whispers.

My smile is genuine. “Good morning.” I push a strand of hair from her forehead, watching as she turns her head to stare up at the ceiling.

I wish I could see what she’s thinking.

Wish I could tell her how beautiful she is in the morning light.

But I don’t. I just let my hands roam her body, over the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips. I’ve never touched her...