“Shhhh.”

His finger pressed to her lips before she could speak. Before she could scream or curse or shove him away. His eyes locked on hers, dark and electric, and the smirk tugging at his mouth made her whole body twitch.

Sky didn’t breathe.

She couldn’t.

Because Elijah was close. Too close. His chest was inches from hers, radiating heat. His scent hit her hard..something clean and masculine with an edge of sweat and sleep. He was barefoot, shirtless, hair messy like he’d just rolled out of bed and walked straight into her nightmare.

Or fantasy.

She couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

Her lips quivered against his finger. Her breath...