He loved the effect he had on her. The faint blush on her cheeks went straight to his cock and he had to bite down on his lip to stop the groan that was threatening to escape. Christ, she was beautiful. He couldn’t wait to see her naked and spread out on his bed. He’d made it clear he wanted her, but he’d held off making any serious overtures because he hadn’t thought she’d been ready, not for the things he wanted to do to her body and mind. But he was done waiting. There was no doubt in his mind that Elena was hot for him. She constantly checked him out when she thought he wasn’t looking and the lust in her eyes that was ever-present fuelled his own. Add in the blushes and how she was always so tongue-tied around him and yeah…she wanted him. Charles had to have Elena, but it was more than just a fleeting desire or the need to scratch an itch. He wouldn’t be satisfied until she belonged to him in every sense of the word. He wanted her not only in his bed, but in his life and this week he was going to make it happen—sooner rather than later.
