Steal My Breath (Elixir 1)

He glances at my handbag contents strewn across the bed and then looks back up at me. “I saw that.”

I narrow my eyes at him and wave my hand in his direction. “What? What is that about?”

“What?”

“That amusement that just crossed your face.”

“Nothing.” He turns his attention back to the television, and I decide to ignore whatever just happened.

I begin sorting through the items on the bed to decide what to pack, and I realise what he was amused by. God, I look like a horny bitch—I’ve got three different bullet vibrators sitting on the bed that I packed in my handbag for this trip. Because you can never have too many of those things.

Especially not when you’ve just done a long stint back in sex-drought land.

I leave them on the bed, finish sorting myself out, and announce, “I’m ready.”

He flicks the television off and leaves the bed to guide me out of the room and to the elevator.

We’re the only people in the elevator and as I check Luke out, I suddenly worry that I’m not going to make it through this night without trying to jump his bones.

He’s wearing a dark grey T-shirt that hugs his muscles in ways I want to hug them, and jeans that cling to his ass.

Goddamn you, Hardy.

Why do you have to be so freaking sexy?

His lips twitch when he catches me checking him out. “You wanna go back to the room and grab one of those bullets?”

I refrain from poking my tongue at him. “Well, they do get the job done,” I mutter.

“Not as well as other things.”

“When one can’t have other things, she has to rely on what she has available.”

He cocks his head. “She hasn’t had anything else to rely on?”

I hold his gaze. “Not in a good eight months.”

My reward for this conversation comes when his nostrils flare and his voice deepens. “She needs a refresher course.”

The elevator reaches our destination and the doors open. Saving me.

He places his hand on my back and guides me towards the restaurant. Ten minutes later, I’m sitting across from him for the second time today.

The waiter places a vodka in front of me and a whisky in front of Luke. I reach for mine straight away and take a gulp. “What time is everyone arriving tomorrow?”

“Around lunchtime. Do you have any plans for the morning?”

“No. You?”

He shakes his head. “The beach looks like a good option.”

“I’m thinking a sleep in at least.”

“How was your flight?”

“Long. And I was sandwiched between two huge guys. I’m all for arm porn, but not on a long flight. I need my space.”

One of his hands is resting on the table, and it clenches as I say that, before reaching for his whisky. He throws some back. “Tell me about the last eight months. What have you been up to?”