Eliott spared no more thought for Alan and the Porters after that meeting. He had work to catch up on — he'd lost precious time dealing with Alan's mess, and with his next film about to shoot, he needed to work as hard as he could, which left little time for his beautiful fiancée.
Since the night they'd taken their intimacy to a new level, little had happened between them beyond a stolen kiss here and there. It wasn't their fault, of course — with Alan making their lives difficult, they'd had scarcely any time to themselves.
The situation left the couple thoroughly frustrated. Alex ached to feel more, to discover the joys of love with her fiancé, having only just begun to trust her own body around a man; while Eliott longed for her soft skin beneath him, desperate to join their bodies and become one at last. Every stolen kiss only sharpened the wanting neither of them could quite say aloud.
