Espresso in The Rain

Noah barely had a second to react before Elias grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him inside. The door slammed shut behind them, sealing them away from the rest of the world. The air between them was thick with something dangerous—something Noah had been trying to resist, but he knew deep down he would fail.

Elias didn't waste time. His hands slid up Noah's arms, pressing him against the door. His body heat surrounded Noah, suffocating in the best way possible.

"You came," Elias murmured, his voice husky.

Noah's breath hitched. "Shut up."

Elias chuckled, his lips brushing against Noah's jaw. "Make me."

Noah didn't think—he acted. He fisted Elias' hair and crushed their mouths together. Elias groaned in approval, deepening the kiss immediately, his hands gripping Noah's hips and pulling him flush against him.

Noah felt like he was drowning. Elias' taste, his scent, the way his body pressed into his own—it was overwhelming.

Elias pulled back just enough to look into Noah's eyes. "Tell me you want this."

Noah's fingers dug into Elias' back, his resolve shattering completely.

"I do," he whispered.

That was all Elias needed.

In the next second, Noah was lifted off the ground, his legs instinctively wrapping around Elias' waist as he was carried toward the bedroom.

They didn't make it there immediately.

Elias pressed him against the wall halfway, hands roaming, mouths meeting in feverish kisses, clothes disappearing piece by piece.

By the time they finally reached the bed, Noah was a mess—breathless, desperate, consumed by need.

Elias hovered over him, tracing his lips down Noah's chest. "You're mine tonight," he murmured against his skin.

Noah didn't argue.

Because he knew, without a doubt, that he was already lost to this man.