Most days, I worked out. Vital to keep the body I used to model my clothes. Today would be no different, just because I was someplace fancy with office workers watching me from nearby high-rises.
I was midway through my routine when a click alerted me I wasn’t alone. I peeked up to find Elijah in the doorway, leaning on the frame and with his arms folded.
“I’m sorry I left you for so long.”
I arched an eyebrow but went back to my pose.
Damn, I had a problem. Just the sight of him alone activated some part of my body that was made of lust. It was like he’d beendesigned to torment me. His tall and stocky form. How well-proportioned he was. His perfectly messy black hair and cut jaw.
Images filled my head of how he’d worshipped my body, and my cheeks flamed. I couldn’t look at him.
Extending my legs, I pushed up into downward facing dog, my ass high in the air.
Elijah’s groan went straight to my core.
I sensed him closing in on me, and my arms shook where I held the pose. He walked around me, and I breathed through my nose and slid into upward facing dog, held up on my arms with my chest forward. My sweaty skin prickled with awareness.
Elijah sat cross-legged in front of me. There was a challenge in how he held my gaze, then the bastard reached forward and took hold of the zip on my bra top. Slowly, he lowered it.
I gasped when my tits spilled free. “People can see.”
The nearest building had several floors looking down on us. I couldn’t spot anyone watching, but sure as hell they would if one of them saw what he’d done to me.
Elijah smirked, red flushing his cheeks. “Let them. Make them jealous over what they can’t have.”
He leaned in to kiss me.
I expected a claiming. Another clash. But his mouth brushed mine, and every thought disintegrated. The city clatter faded to a dull hum.
The first pass of his lips was the barest of contact. A sweep that sent a tremor through me. He didn’t rush or make any demand. It was more of a question. Then he deepened the contact in patient swoops, testing the edges of my restraint, coaxing me to meet him halfway. My pulse beat harder. I shook in my pose, my arms seconds from giving out.
Yet, I leaned in for more.
Elijah’s hands moved to my biceps, and he guided me to his lap. Or I crawled there.
The kiss built in slow, deliberate strokes. His tongue teased the seam of my lips, not demanding entrance, only waiting for the moment I gave in. I opened to him on a warm inhale, and everything inside me tightened. He tasted of morning heat and intent. Something grounded threaded through it, something that made my heart stumble.
His fingers drifted to my back and over my ribs, urging me closer until our bodies aligned. The rooftop breeze cooled my exposed skin, but his touch replaced it with something far more dangerous. Heat I’d never felt with anyone other than him.
My fingers curled into the fabric of his t-shirt. Muscles shifted under my palms when he broke the kiss to pull the shirt over his head and away. Then he angled my face with a gentle grip at the back of my neck. He kissed me again, slower this time, a drag of lips that felt too deliberate to be anything but a claim. Not the feral kind he’d shown in the basement. More… permanent.
I’d never been kissed with this level of focus. It unsettled every defence I had.
Heat pooled low in my belly. The world spun. My knees slid either side of his hips, and he held my waist, seating me more firmly on his lap though not grinding into me despite his dick being very interested in our kiss. Tension ran through him, barely contained, held in check as if he wanted this to mean something.
I’d expected sex. His hands all over me.
But this? Elijah’s kiss was entirely unexpected.
His thumbs stroked my hips, slow arcs syncing with the rhythm of our lips. My bare breasts brushed his chest each time I inhaled. The rise and fall trapped us in a push-pull that spiralled through me until I wasn’t sure where my restraint ended and his control began.
When he finally eased back, I chased his lips without thinking. He kissed my cheek, steady and warm. My heartbeat drowned out the city noise. My skin tingled where his hands held me anchored. I hovered there, suspended in the quiet space he’d carved between us, stunned by the weight of a kiss that hadn’t needed a single word to upend me.
Elijah nudged my cheek to see my eyes. “Hi.”
I ducked and pressed my forehead to his neck, suddenly bashful. “Hi yourself.”
“Sorry I got caught on a call. I made coffee, if you want to come have breakfast with me?”
