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He swallowed. “Just because you want something doesn’t mean it’s the right thing for you.”
“It has to be right if it feels like this.”
I pressed my lips to his. A shiver of pleasure ran through me at the pressure of his firm, warm mouth. Abruptly, he turned his face away. His peppermint breath fanned my cheek, warm and ragged. He buried his face into my neck.
“What are you doing to me?” Warmth brushed my throat and I wasn’t sure if it was his lips or tears. “I want you so badly. I keep having these dreams. I can’t get rid of you. It’s like torture…” He cursed under his breath and pulled away. “I can’t. This is my responsibility, but I can’t fight it anymore. I can’t—”
“Then don’t.”
I cupped his face and pulled him back to me. His lips crashed down onto mine. His tongue thrust its way between my lips and I succumbed to his devouring kiss. A wild heat swirled in my chest as he crushed me to him. His arms encircled me and I arched my spine, seeking to press every inch of my body against him. My fingers trembled over the waistband of his shorts, then I yanked them down. He groaned as I took his length in my hand. I tried to drop down to my knees, but he grabbed my arms and hauled me back to my feet. I took his hand and pulled my knickers to one side, guiding him to where I needed his touch.
His fingers brushed the wetness between my thighs, and heat raced from his touch like flames in my blood. Then we were moving. His hands seared up my hips. I opened my legs, wrapping my thigh high around him so that I was half straddling him. I kept one foot on the ground as he grabbed my backside and hoisted me against the wall. My hands were on his shaft, pulling him into me. We both groaned as I guided the head of his cock to my slick heat. He slid into me, filling me with one smooth thrust. The sudden fullness was delicious. The surprise on his face must have mirrored my own. How the hell had this happened? One minute we’d been talking and kneading dough, the next he was inside me. We held motionless, staring into each other’s eyes, shell-shocked. I watched his throat bob and his bottom lip tremble as he swallowed. The scent of the warm rising dough engulfed me. The dim, still kitchen echoed with silence. Beyond the window above the sink, a full silvery moon blazed behind a gauze of clouds.
Reece pressed his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “Fuck,” he whispered.
With one foot still on the floor, I rolled my hips, using the wall at my back for leverage. “Don’t stop.”
He buried his face into my neck and held perfectly still. “I can’t.” His words were a hot whisper against my throat. “I can’t believe how good you feel.”
My fingers ached where I gripped his back through his t-shirt. Every nerve in me pulled too tight. “Please don’t stop now.”
Clutching my thigh, he pulled out and pushed inside of me in one slow torturous stroke. A low, surrendering moan escaped my lips. I rolled my hips, encouraging him to go faster. He moved in me in sharp thrusts. His breathing was ragged. His calm, poised demeanor long forgotten.
“Oh… Fuck… Skylar… Fuck… Ah.”
Warmth filled my chest. I was the one who made him lose control like this. He fucked me hard and fast, like he was drowning and I was the only thing keeping him afloat, but it wasn’t enough to relieve the desperate, tight ache where our bodies joined.
“I can’t… It’s been too long… I’m going to…”
I stroked his back. “I’m on the pill. It’s okay.”
A groan left Reece’s lips as his body shuddered. He sagged against me, pinning me against the wall. We held still, his chest moving up and down with his ragged breaths, and I stroked circles on his damp back through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Faint disappointment made my chest hollow. Echoes of all those times with Sean needled my mind. It had always been so quick with him too. Reece wasn’t a selfish lover like Sean though, was he? Reece’s troubled eyes met mine from behind his sensible spectacles. No doubt he would be regretting and punishing himself for this.
I cupped his face with my hands. “I wanted this.”
Footsteps on the stairs made us jump apart. Reece yanked his shorts up and smoothed his t-shirt. Sweat plastered his hair to the nape of his neck. Pink colored his cheeks and his throat. The door swung open. Miri appeared. An oversized green t-shirt clung to her enormous bump. She rubbed sleep from her eyes and waddled to the kitchen sink. My heart pounded in my throat. In silence, she poured herself a glass of water before she darted a look to the kitchen island and between us. Reece took a pile of tea towels and refolded each one in a slow, methodic fashion. A muscle in his jaw ticked—the only tell in his usual poised confidence.
Miri wrinkled her nose and raised a sardonic brow. “What is going on in here? Midnight bake-off?”
I cleared my throat. “I couldn’t sleep. I was making bread.”
“Of course you were. That’s a totally normal activity at 3 a.m.” She transferred her gaze to Reece. “What’s your excuse?”
Reece rolled his shoulders. Despite his crumpled appearance, his face was a stoic mask. “I came for a glass of water.”
“And to fold tea towels?” Miri frowned and looked between us for a moment longer than was comfortable. Then she chuckled to herself and shook her head.
“What are you laughing at?” I asked.
Miri smothered a smile. “Oh. Nothing. For a minute, I wondered if the two of you were up to something else down here.”
Reece kept his eyes fixed on his work. Miri’s thoughtful gaze transferred to me and made me suddenly aware that the nightdress I wore scarcely skimmed my thighs and that the heat between my legs was wet and uncomfortable. I needed to shower. I couldn’t just stand here waiting to get busted by Miri. I tried to catch Reece’s eye, but he wouldn’t lift his gaze from his tea towels. Fine. I had no reason to be embarrassed. I hadn’t done anything wrong.
I ran a hand over my hair. “I’m going to bed. I’ll clean the mess in the morning.”
I left without looking back.
Chapter 20
