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“Shh …” Reeve’s smile turns wicked. “Be quiet, baby. Don’t make a sound.”
Oh my God.
My head falls back against the wardrobe with a dull thump, as Reeve bends his head, licking and sucking at my neck again as his hands drive me crazy, caressing my breasts. I have to cover my mouth with my own hand, biting down on my fist to keep from moaning. It’s just too good. Too hot. Cramped here together with Braithwaite Jr just outside the doors.
If he heard us … if he found me like this …
The thrill grows, fuck, I’m just about burning up here.
And then Reeve’s hand slides lower, pressing between my legs.
I moan again, louder.
“Shh,” Reeve reminds me. He chuckles, breath hot on my cheek as his fingers start to circle, touching me through my jeans with a firm pressure that makes every nerve ending between my thighs flare to life, bright and sharp with pleasure.Fuck. “Quiet, Ivy. Can you be quiet for me?”
I arch against his hand, panting. “I can be anything you want,” I whisper, out of my mind. “As long as you don’t stop touching me.”
Reeve answers with a groan, and then his lips are on mine again, claiming me, kissing deep and hard as his wicked fingers keep stroking hard, the friction like stardust, and I’m chasing it, chasing, shaking in his arms as the pressure tightens.
Oh God, I’m close. How can I be close already? But Reeve’s tongue is in my mouth and his body covers me completely, and his hands – fuck, his hands – they’re gripping me, stroking me, and I’m lost here in the dark with our pounding hearts and the illicit thrill of the barely-closed door—
My body suddenly breaks apart, pleasure shattering through me as Reeve’s kiss muffles my surprised cry.
Holy shit.
I slump, boneless in his arms as the endorphins surge through me. I’m reeling, gasping for air as Reeve holds me up, my body shaking and my mind blotted clean.
“Aha!” There’s a sudden exclamation outside the door. “Got it!”
Reeve freezes, but I don’t have it in me to panic, I’m so blissed out right now. So, we’re discovered? I think cheerfully, sagging against the wardrobe wall with a massive smile on my face. There are worse ways to go. In fact, it almost seems worth it, for the pleasure still curling in my bloodstream.
Fair cop, officer. Take me away – once I remember how to, you know, walk again.
But discovery doesn’t come. There’s the sound of movement, boxes being pushed back into place, and then footsteps … movingawayfrom the wardrobe.
The light flips off. The attic door closes. Braithwaite Jr’s footsteps slowly recede, heading downstairs until we’re left alone in the dark again.
He’s gone.
Reeve cracks the door wider, and looks out. “All-clear,” he reports.
“Mhumm,” my response is a mumbled blur, and I blindly follow him out of the wardrobe – nearly tripping and falling on my ass.
“Woah,” Reeve grabs me at the last minute. “Easy there.”
“It’s your fault,” I manage to say, still breathless and reeling. “You made my legs weak.”
Reeve’s smile widens. “I did, did I?”
I grin back at him. “Don’t let it get to your head.”
“Which part?” he replies, gently brushing hair back from my face. “Finding your treasure box, or the screaming orgasm?”
“Screams?” I giggle. “More like a whisper.”
“Only because you had to,” he smiles, cocky and charming, and damn near irresistible. He dips a kiss on my forehead, stoking his thumb over my lower lip. “Give me an empty house with no neighbors around, and then we’ll see how loud you can be.”
Oh boy.
