Becca’s POV
Why wouldn’t this thing hurry up, and why did someone on every floor decide they needed to use it now? People all around us were talking on phones, holding luxury bags, and holding habds. The noise grew to a heavy buzz, nearly drowning out the verbal a*s-l*****g I was giving Alpha Dax in my head. By the time we reached the third floor, the elevator was almost at capacity. When the door opened and three more people decided to squeeze in, I was pushed farther into him, my back against his chest and my a*s against his . . .
oh.
I felt the rest of his body hardned subtly and heard him take a sharp breath. Instead of pressing into him, I stepped as far away as I could. He reached forward and gripped my hip, pulling me back again.
“I liked that a*s against me,” he murmured, low a
