Page 106 of Tears of Glass

“I’ve made pasta, help yourselves. I’m going to go and shower.”

I know there is nothing going on with Sienna and Elijah. I know she’s his friend and will help him when needed. Hence pretending to be his fiancé and breaking my heart or seeking out hidden facts he can use on his cases. It doesn’t mean I want to spend my evenings with her.

Once he had her, and that’s too much for me.

I give them a small wave and Sienna gives me a sad smile as I pass her by. In the bedroom I shut the door, my feet sinking into the carpet as I step across to the bed. Before I’ve reached it, the door is open and Elijah is pulling me back, gathering me into his arms, reeling me in until I’m pressed against his hard body. His hands are in my hair, his thumbs along my jaw and my heart catches, skipping a beat. He buries his face in my hair, his hands dropping and sliding around my waist until they anchor on my hips. “I’ve been waiting to do that all day.”

I can’t speak. Can’t meet his eyes and I hate myself for being so pathetic. If this is what love does to you, then I don’t know if it agrees with me. Where’s my fight, my spark, my edge? It’s softened and blurred by his touch and kiss.

“Don’t be angry she’s here, Faith.” The blues level on my face. “The case needs her, not me.”

I push away but get exactly nowhere as his fingers stay on my hips, firmly gripping the angled bones. “I know, it’s fine. It’s all fine. I’m just tired.”

He watches me, his gaze searching out my truths even though my mouth won’t tell him.

“Shower?” A grin lights his face.

“No. I’m having a shower. You go and work, then I’ll come and serve up some dinner and wine.”

“Wine? Are we turning this into an evening now?” God, that smile, those lips. They trail along my skin, scorching a path of irresistible desire. “I think that makes us a steady couple if we serve up dinner and wine together.”

“And salad.”

“Salad. Oh, Faith, this is too much, too serious.” The ring I made him with my soul glints on his finger and he erases every glimmer of frustration I have.

“Go. I’ll be out in a minute.” I tease my way out of his arms, dodging his fingers.

“I need to freshen up, it’s been a long day.” He chases me into the shower and I squeal loudly, oblivious to what his team think out in the kitchen.

“Elijah Fairclough.” I’m breathless as he scoops me up and steps us into the shower.

He switches on the water and it cascades over us. He’s fully clothed and his mouth is on mine, sliding against my lips, his tongue hot and demanding. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

I burn with his words and his eyes flash as he yanks at my drenched shirt, tearing it, the buttons pinging against the tiles. I gasp loudly as he lifts my yoga bra over my head and dips his head to catch one of my nipples in his mouth, biting gently and then swiping with his tongue. Hot stabs of desire shoot between my legs and I moan, sliding my back against the tiles of the shower. Straightening, his eyes burn on my face he steps out of his wet clothes. He has missed me.

I wriggle out of my knickers and then slide my hands into his wet hair. Has anything looked more beautiful than him? I love seeing his hands move, my ring flashing on their surface.

“Turn around.” His voice is low and firm and I don’t even hesitate. I rotate on shaky legs, his hands shift my hair over my shoulder exposing my neck which he kisses and nibbles until I don’t think I can hold my own weight and he presses his erection where my buttocks meet at the apex of my thighs, pulling my hips backwards towards him. I’m hot, ready, desperate for him to fill me up. His hand slides down my spine as he edges deep within me and I rock back onto his hardness. Fuck.

Warm water runs between us and he fills me, claiming me and taking me for his own, groaning my name as he thrusts over and over again and I’m spreading my hands against the tiles to balance, shivering and moaning, riding the crest that wants to pitch me over the edge.

“Scream my name.”

I shake my head. I won’t scream, there are people in the next room.

His hand pushes on my back, bending me down, his thumb trailing the cleft of my arse. My orgasm teeters higher, dizzyingly high. My legs shake, my breath hitching with every thrust.

“Scream my name.” It’s a demand I can’t refuse as his thumb slides into dark places and I come apart under his touch.

He follows me, filling himself into my soul. Then he straightens me up, grinning and pecking kisses all over my face. “There is no one else I’ve ever had that with.” The blues are intense.

I nod.

Lesson taught.

“I know.”

He grabs the shower gel and squeezes it into his hand, lathering it over us both and I stand there as his gentle touch does crazy things to my heart and mind.