His gaze lingers, searching, almost like he’s giving me one last chance to back out.
I don’t.
I meet his eyes—soulful, dark, sexy—and find my voice.
“Show me your bedroom, Elijah.”
ELIJAH
I practically stumblethrough the doors as those words leave his lips.
I’m not sure what I expected him to say, but I can promise you—it wasn’tthat.
Moonlight spills across the hardwood floors, casting a soft glow over everything as we step into my space. I watch him closely, curious to see how he takes it all in.
The room, like me, is stripped of unnecessary details—minimalist, clean, intentional. There are only two real focal points: the California King bed… and the shower.
It’s not hidden. In fact, it’s the opposite—set against a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, with multiple rain shower heads descending from the high ceiling like chrome raindrops.
Unconventional? Absolutely.
But also, unapologetically one of a kind.
As I expected, Alex’s eyes are locked onto the shower—no doubt noticing its complete lack of privacy. It stretches the full length of the far wall, giving off the illusion of a lazy river pulled straight from a luxury spa.
His gaze drops to the floor, where smooth stone pebbles pave the entire base. Scattered throughout are bits of green sea-glass, glinting like jewels across the natural-toned surface—artfully arranged.
Finally, Alex clears his throat and pins me with those dazzling hazel eyes.
“So, um… based on the complete lack of privacy in this room—I can only conclude—you must like to watch?”
Yeah. Saw that coming.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, debating whether now’s the time to explain the vision behind my husband’s bold design. Not exactly a topic I’m ready to unpack right now.
So instead, I say nothing.
I step forward, closing the distance between us until my shadow swallows his. His back meets the closed doors, a quiet thud sounding between us. With hooded eyes, I lock onto his, letting the silence speak.
A soft hum escapes his lips as he raises a hesitant hand to my face, brushing his fingertips gently across the rough edge of my jaw—testing his confidence. I meet him there, slowly reaching up to take hold of his wrist, guiding his shy touch to my parted lips. I press soft kisses to his palm, breathing in the sounds he makes as I trail my lips along his wrist.
His eyes stay locked on mine. So I go further.
I drag my tongue across the edge of the tattoo peeking out from beneath his sleeve.
He gasps. Shivers.
A low rumble builds in his chest, vibrating through his whole body.
I groan near his mouth, my lips so close I can taste his breath.
And then finally—finally—I brush my lips across his quivering ones.
ALEX
Holy fuck!
I pull Elijah’s blazing mouth tightly against mine, deepening our kiss. His tongue invades my parted lips and tangles fiercely with mine. His lips are like pillows, and I can’t resist the urge to gently bite down on his lower one and suck it back into my own craving mouth.
