Top Love: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Young Adult Stepbrother and Billionaire Romance Stories) by Ellen Lane, Taylor Young Page A

she took in the view of London far below them. The Eye rotated slowly enough for them to get an expansive picture of the city spread out in every direction, and Cat could do little more than gape in awe. She could hardly remember New York, and so this was the biggest city she’d seen in a very long time. 
    “It’s gorgeous.” She breathed, her breath fogging the glass slightly. She’d have to remember to take enough pictures to send to her mother later.
    “One gets used to it, after staying here long enough.” At Elias’ casual words, she turned to arch a brow at him before she smiled teasingly. The man was sprawled over the bench on the opposite side of the capsule, every delicious inch of him on prime display in a pair of tailored slacks and a gray button-up. Cat was, all at once, glad that they were the only ones around. It meant she was free to sneak glances at him whenever she liked.
    “Well, we can’t all be rich and glamorous.” She returned, teasing him gently. “Or world renown architects.”
    At her words, the raven-haired man stood, crossing the expanse of the capsule and closing the distance between them so quickly she barely had time to realize what he was doing. “I’ll admit,” And just like that, there were mere inches between then, she pressed up against the clear, concave glass wall of the capsule as he entrapped her with an arm on either side of her. “Just now…it has its perks.”
    Cat swallowed thickly, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Elias…” She managed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips self-consciously. “What are you doing?” It was a ridiculous question, she knew, but she couldn’t help but ask. She needed to make sure this was real.
    “I’m looking at you, Cat.” He breathed lowly, his face mere inches away from hers, blue yes blazing with virile interest. “I find that I quite like looking at you.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. Funny…she’d just been thinking the same thing. Only Cat wasn’t bold enough to admit it. At this particular moment, she found her eyes roving his sharp visage, from the high lines of his cheekbones and the vivid, rich color of his hair…all the way down to the plump line of his mouth.
    It wasn’t fair for a man like him to have a mouth like that. How was she supposed to think of anything else but how it might feel against her own?
    “What’s…what’s so interesting about me?” She finally managed, a lump of anticipation hard in her throat.
    At her question, the dark-haired man smirked. “What isn’t?”
    And then, all at once, his mouth was on hers.
    Cat couldn’t really remember the last time she’d been kissed. For years, she’d tried to put it out of her mind – how men liked to grab and shove their tongues down their throat as she endured in stolid silence.
    But this…this was something different entirely. Elias hands cupped her face in a firm, yet gentle grip as his lips roved hers. The contact was light at first – almost tentative – but the moment a soft sigh of allowance escaped her, the gesture turned hungry.
    With a low groan, Elias slanted his mouth against her own as his tongue slid past her lips. A hushed moan escaped her in reply as her fingers sifted through his dark hair, and Cat wondered if she wasn’t dreaming.
    The man tasted like absolute heaven – and as his tongue tangled with hers, a fire sprang to life low in her belly that begged to be sated. The young woman clung to him, her lips moving over his with just as much hunger as he devoured her; and when Elias caught her lower lip between his teeth to nibble on, she shuddered in sensation. “ Elias …” His name left her on a breathless sound of want before she could stop herself.
    And a switch was thrown.
    Cat inhaled sharply as the man’s hands suddenly slid from her jaw to her waist, pressing her flush against the glass pane at her back. One of his knees wedged between her legs, pressing against the most sensitive part of her,