Arms wrapped around her stomach, and she knew it was Elijah instantly. His scent surrounded her, filling her with warmth. She wanted to push him away. Her defenses were lowered, and all she wanted to do was drown in everything that was him.

“No one can see us,” he said.

“I don’t care.”

Amber would care in the morning.

His fingers stroked the curve of her stomach. Moaning, she wrapped her arms behind his neck, dancing. Her eyes were still closed. The moment she opened them, she’d lose her little bubble of happiness.

“You can’t fight me forever,” he said.

“I’m not trying to fight you at all, Elijah.”

He turned her in his arms. “Look at me.”

Opening her eyes she stared into his deep brown ones. The bubble didn’t burst. He inserted a leg between her thighs, rubbing her against him. She gasped, gripping his thick arms as he made her legs turn to jelly.

Elijah took one of her hands and pressed it against the front of his jeans.

“Feel what you do to me, woman. I want you so fucking bad. You’re sexy, and I want you.”

He lowered his head, catching her lips between his.

She tilted her head back, giving him much better access to her mouth. They were entwined together. His leg was between her thighs with one hand holding her against him and the other caressing her nipple with his thumb.

The music faded; the past faded away. She held onto him, and Amber had never felt more stable than she did in those few moments they were sharing.

When he leaned back to look at her she was lost in his intense gaze. Her body pulsed for him.

“I’ll call a cab. Say goodbye to your friends and meet me outside.”

He left her then.

She stared at his retreating back. Part of her wanted to stay on the floor, pick up a man, and have meaningless sex. She listened to the part of her she’d come to know in the last seven years.

Amber left the dance floor. She found Connie giving her a message that she had to leave early. In no time at all she was stood beside Elijah. A cab pulled up, and they were inside it.

No words were necessary. They couldn’t speak with the driver present. She rubbed her hands between her thighs trying to cause some friction.

Her pussy was red hot and begging to be fucked. Six months wasn’t a really long time, but right now it felt like a lifetime since he’d been with her.

When they were outside of her apartment, Elijah took the keys from her shaking fingers and opened the door.

She entered first, turning to watch him as he closed the door then proceeded to lock the door. His actions were slow, not hurried, and his gaze was on her at all times. The rest of the world was locked away. They were the only two people who existed.

“Take your shirt off,” he said.