Alexia’s fingers curled into Zeke’s collar, pulling him closer as she straddled him. Her breath was uneven, her heart pounding against her ribs as she looked down at him. There was something intoxicating about having him beneath her, his usually composed expression now clouded with something dark and unreadable.
Her fingers trembled as they moved down his chest, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, exposing smooth, hard muscle beneath. She traced the edge of his collarbone, leaned in, her lips hovering just above his, teasing, testing. Then, without warning, she kissed him—deeply, desperately.
Her hands explored, tracing the ridges of his torso, feeling every shift of his body beneath her. A quiet sound escaped Zeke’s throat, something between a sigh and a restrained growl, as she pressed herself closer, her lips grazing along the sensitive curve of his neck.