Page 182 of Buy Back My Love

His eyebrows went up. I expected him to laugh.

Instead, he leaned close to my ear. “Well, sneak me then.”

I stared at him. “You playing.”

“Nope.”

I looked toward the back door again. Nobody was paying us any attention. That was all I needed. I grabbed his hand, and Van laughed under his breath as I pulled him around the side of the house.

“Where we going?”

“Shut up.”

We slipped through the back door and waited just inside until Anika disappeared toward the living room. As soon as she was gone, I hurried him down the hallway. He was still laughing under his breath when we made it into the bathroom, and I shut and locked the door behind us.

“You better be quiet.”

Van leaned back against the counter, still smiling. “You’re the one who dragged me into somebody’s bathroom.”

“And?”

He looked at me. “And you’re telling me to be quiet?”

His smile disappeared when I stepped closer. “Still think I’m playing?”

“Nah.”

I kissed him before he could say anything else. His hands slid around my waist, careful of my stomach as he pulled me closer. When his mouth moved from mine to my neck, I bit down on my lip before I made enough noise for somebody to hear us.

“Van.”

“Mhm?”

“We cannot get caught in here.”

He lifted his head. “Then be quiet.”

I stared at him. “Oh, now you funny.”

He kissed me again, and I reached behind me one more time to make sure the door was locked.

After that, he didn’t waste much time. Van lifted me onto the bathroom counter, pushed the hem of my dress up around my waist, and pulled my panties down.

“Open your legs,” he said quietly.

I did, shifting closer to the edge while he moved between them. There wasn’t much room in that bathroom to begin with, and with my stomach in the way, there was even less.

Van took his time anyway, and by the time his mouth finally touched me, my fingers were already gripping the edge of the counter.

“Oooh,” I whispered, letting my head fall back against the mirror.

He looked up just enough to check me. “Right there?”

“Right there.”

That was all the direction he needed. He kept his mouth on me while his fingers worked too, and I had to keep reminding myself where the hell we were because every few seconds another sound tried to come out of my mouth.

“Van.”