Heat coiled low in my belly.
Fuck it. I’d wanted this. I’d signed up to the game and pictured a wild and crazy month of sex. If Elijah kept his mouth shut, I could have what I wanted.
I swore and ducked under his arm, catching his hand at the last second to lead him with me. The bathroom was obscene. Marble everywhere, a rainfall showerhead big enough to drench an army, stacks of towels plush enough I could’ve comfortably made a nest and slept in them.
I stepped inside the glass enclosure and under the hot water. It sluiced down the t-shirt I hadn’t taken off, soaking the material so I shivered at the sudden heat, goosebumps breaking over my skin.
Elijah hung back and watched me. God. The man had no business being that built. His body was a study in hard lines and carved muscle. Almost like he had a physical job and not a desk one. Perhaps he swam in piles of cash, and that was why he was so fit.
He stripped his jeans.
His cock sprang free. Huge. Thick. Demanding I touch it when he closed in on me. Water streaked down his torso, tracing the ink, the bruises already forming from the fight. His lip was cut. His jaw shadowed with stubble. He looked raw, dangerous, alive.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
The command in his voice slid straight through me. I hated that my body obeyed before my pride could object.
I gave him my back, and Elijah’s arms came around me, grazing down my arms then to my hips. His warmth hit me even through the shower water, and I shivered.
He kissed my cheek. “Fast or slow?”
My eyes shuttered closed. If I didn’t come soon, I’d die. “Fast.”
Elijah took hold of the black t-shirt covering me. Abruptly, he tore it in two, the material ripping up my body and exposing me. I gasped. Elijah swore and tugged the ruined material off me, then just as quick, bound my hands in front of me with it.
I wrestled against him. “Hey!”
He kicked my feet wider, crowded me to the wall, then took his dick to my entrance. “You ran from me. Can’t blame me for wanting control of you. Take me.”
He thrust into me. I cried out, my heart pounding at the rush, and my body accepting him. I shouldn’t like any part of this, but I really did.
Elijah’s groan matched mine, then he set off with a punishing pace. He gave me exactly what I wanted, a slamming of his body into mine. Stretching and filling me while I could do nothing but accept him. And succumb to the pleasure.
It was like he had a shortcut to my pleasure centres. He hit the right places inside me over and over, until I wound up so tight, I knew nothing but him. This stranger who’d wanted me so badly, he’d done everything to get me. Into his apartment. In his shower.
Damn, but that possessive thought thrilled me as much as what he was doing to my body. His fingers dug into my hips, his dick speared me open.
Elijah pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of my neck. His fingers left my hip to graze up my thigh then to my belly. He palmed me there and pressed in, the effect intensifying what he was doing to my insides.
I needed him to touch me between the legs. One graze over my clit and I would fall. But he didn’t.
“Please,” I released on a breath.
Another kiss, this time to my jaw, was my answer. Inside me, he thickened, and my body answered with a squeeze. The first sign of an approaching climax I knew was going to end me.
But I couldn’t come without his fingers to my clit. It had never happened. It wasn’t possible. Yet the bastard drifted his fingers only slightly lower, keeping up the pressure with his touch. Somehow, it was intensifying every feeling. The weight on my lower belly. The way he fucked me.
“Elijah,” I warned.
“I know. I’ve got you.” Except he didn’t, even if he kept the same pace.
I was so close, it almost hurt. Hanging over a ledge made of anticipation and need. He continued to stoke the flames, torturing me with his dick, the way he held me stopping me from moving my bound hands to where I could finish the job myself.
I growled out frustration. He answered with a series of thrusts that had me seeing stars. Then galaxies. Without warning, my climax caught alight, and I fell into a stunning orgasm that blinded me with the brilliance of it. I squeezed around him and keened out, my eyes closed and mouth open in shock.
“Fuuuck.” Elijah clutched me harder and fucked into me a few more times before stalling and holding himself hard inside. His release came right behind mine.
Fast, just as he’d promised.
