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“I don’t want to be patient,” I admit, my hands sneaking under his sweatshirt once more. I skim my fingers over his flat, muscular stomach, marveling at how hard he is. Not an ounce of fat anywhere to be found. “Take me back to your room.”
“Will.” He groans my name, his forehead pressed against mine once again. “You’re killing me.”
“You know you want to.” I take his hand and rest it on the side of my breast, shocking myself.
Shocking him too. I can feel it in the way he goes still, his fingers barely touching me, hovering there. I can sense it as he waits, like he’s afraid I’m trying to trick him and am about to push him away.
“I want you,” I tell him solemnly, staring into his eyes.
Within seconds, he’s on his feet, his hand clasped around mine as he jerks me off the bench. We take off running, moving through the maze, coming to the occasional dead end that makes me giggle while he moans with frustration.
“Get us out of here.” He growls at one point, which only makes me laugh harder.
I’m channeling my inner Iris in this moment. Free and reckless and not caring about anyone else but myself. Well, and Rhett of course.
We eventually emerge from the maze and I see the moon has shifted lower in the sky. Its light is so bright I can make out almost everything. Including the look on Rhett’s face as he stares at the towering house, his brows drawn together.
Does my family’s wealth intimidate him? He comes from money too, and fame. His parents were nice. Looking at his dad was like seeing Rhett in the future. He talks like him too. They have similar mannerisms. And his mother is beautiful. You can tell she loves both of her sons by the way she looks at them. How she says their names.
“If we get caught …” Rhett’s voice drifts and he turns to look at me. “Are you going to get in trouble?”
“My parents aren’t here.” I head for the steps that lead to the terrace, Rhett right behind me. “They’ll never find out.”
“What about Iris’s parents?”
“They’re asleep.” I glance toward one of the windows that I know is their bedroom and come to a stop when I see the golden light shining from within. “Maybe.”
Rhett looms behind me, his hand landing on my waist in a wholly possessive gesture. “We’ll have to be quiet when we go back inside.”
“I can do that.”
“I don’t remember where my room is.” I glance over at him, noting his sheepish expression. “This house is too damn big.”
“I know where it’s at.” Not too far from the room Rowan uses when he visits. Just down the corridor from Iris’s bedroom.
We creep back into the house, our footsteps light, our movements cautious. We practically run up the stairs. They’re sturdy and don’t creak at all since they were reinforced after the unfortunate accident that caused the death of Sylvia Lancaster.
I only relax when we’re in the bedroom corridor, waving at Rowan’s bedroom door as we pass by it. “Does any of this look familiar to you?”
“I’m down here. I left my door partially open on purpose.”
He finds the room quickly, pulling me inside and closing the door behind us, pressing me against it with his big body. I rest my hands on his chest, everything inside me going tight when I hear him turn the lock on the door.
“Will Iris wonder where you’re at?” he asks.
“She already knows,” I admit.
His smile is faint. “Can I tell you something in confidence?”
“Of course.”
“You can’t tell Iris.”
An inner war starts inside me. I’m loyal to Iris above anyone else, but now there’s Rhett asking for my confidence and I want to give it to him. I want him to trust me. “I won’t tell her.”
“Brooks will be here tomorrow morning.” Rhett leans in, his mouth at my temple. “I know those two are hot for each other.”
“They did it,” I whisper. “A couple of nights ago.”
