âShhhh.â
His finger pressed to her lips before she could speak. Before she could scream or curse or shove him away. His eyes locked on hers, dark and electric, and the smirk tugging at his mouth made her whole body twitch.
Sky didnât breathe.
She couldnât.
Because Elijah was close. Too close. His chest was inches from hers, radiating heat. His scent hit her hard..something clean and masculine with an edge of sweat and sleep. He was barefoot, shirtless, hair messy like heâd just rolled out of bed and walked straight into her nightmare.
Or fantasy.
She couldnât tell the difference anymore.
Her lips quivered against his finger. Her breath came short and shallow, and her n*****sâalready stiff from shame and cold..throbbed beneath the silk of her robe. She prayed he didnât notice.
He no
