My head falls back against the mirror as he finds that perfect spot, and I have to bite my lip to keep from announcing to the whole party how amazing this feels. The orgasm crashes over me with stunning intensity.
His movements soften as I come down, and he places more tender kisses along my neck, each one sending tiny aftershocks through my still-trembling body.
The banging on the door seems distant now, comical in its irrelevance.
I rest my forehead against his shoulder, inhaling him in as my heartbeat gradually slows. “Wow…” I lift my gaze to his and find something unexpectedly tender there. “I may become addicted to how good you are at that.”
“Please do.”
Chapter 28
Dante
The fluorescent bathroomlight casts everything in a surreal glow. I drag my fingers across my tongue, chasing her taste. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, dark and bottomless.
Fuck.
Ramsey’s there when we stumble out, his disapproval a tangible thing. My hands shake with the need to touch her again, to make sure she’s real.
“Boring party,” I manage, the lie clumsy on my tongue.
She grabs my hand, and I follow like I’m tethered to her, like there was never any other choice. The need to have her is like a physical ache.
We make our way out of the club. The elevator doors open to chaos. Camera flashes explode, and each burst makes my muscles coil tighter. White spots dance across my vision, but my hand finds the small of her back instinctively. Ramsey parts the crowd with efficiency.
The questions hit fast.
“Reese, how’s theRobyn Hoodset without Felix?”
“How long have you been together?”
“Look here!”
“Did you make Felix Langford quit?”
They surge forward, hungry and vicious. My teeth grind together.
“Get back!” Ramsey roars, using both hands to push people out of the way.
The paps press closer, their cameras glinting like knives in the half-light. Every muscle in my body remembers the ring, remembers the dance of violence. A photographer drops low, his lens sliding up her torn skirt, and something inside me snaps clean in half.
“God,” she whispers. “They’ve never—I’ve never seen them like this.”
I knew she was famous, obviously, but this tabloid attack is different. I’m already moving, already stripping off my jacket. The fabric settles around her shoulders like armor.
“I’ve got you,” I say into her hair, resisting the violent urge boiling under my skin.Hold yourself together.My somewhat violent protective instincts would destroy my chances at the disciplinary review. Keep her close.
“Give us some room!” Ramsey says again, but they’re beyond hearing as he continues to swat them away.
They’re animals now, pressing closer. A camera swings wildly, arcing toward Reese’s face like a meteor.
My body moves before my brain can catch up. I extend my hand, protecting her face from the lens coming at her. The camera hits concrete instead of skin. Glass shatters.
“My goodness,” she says against my neck. “Thank you.”
When a photographer lunges too close, I move to extend another protective arm over her, but Reese pivots away from them, ducking fast, redirecting his momentum. Her reflexes are fucking impressive. The paparazzi hesitate, parting away from us.
I keep my focus on her and instinctively tighten my grip as we slide back into my limo, drawing figure eights over her palm—a silent promise.
