"Eric." But her protest lacked conviction, especially when I pressed my thigh between her legs.
"Five minutes," I murmured against her neck. "Just need five minutes with you."
"You're insatiable."
"Only with you."
I caught her hand and pulled her down the hallway, past the kitchen where we'd christened the counter, past the living room with its floor-to-ceiling windows, all the way to the master bedroom.
The walk-in closet was huge, bigger than Ivy's old apartment's bedroom had been. She'd complained about the excess when we'd first moved in, then proceeded to fill half of it with new clothes and shoes within a month.
I shut the door behind us, engaging the lock out of habit even though no one would interrupt. The space smelled like her perfume mixed with my cologne, an intimacy that went beyond just sharing closet space.
"Here?" She looked around at the hanging clothes, the built-in shelving. "Really?"
"You have a better suggestion?"
"The bed's literally twenty feet away."
"Too far." I pulled her against me, hands sliding under her shirt to find bare skin. "Need you now."
She laughed, breathless and wanting. "You're ridiculous."
"You love it."
"I do," she admitted, then kissed me hard enough to make my head spin.
Her fingers worked at my belt while I shoved her shorts down her hips. The logistics were awkward, cramped, perfect in the way spontaneous always was with her. I lifted her, pressing her back against the wall between rows of hanging shirts.
"Quiet," I warned, even as I pushed inside her.
Her answer was a muffled moan against my shoulder, teeth finding skin. I moved slowly at first, savoring the heat of her, the way she gripped me like she never wanted to let go.
"Faster," she demanded, nails digging into my back.
I obliged, finding that rhythm that had her gasping, her legs tightening around my waist. Somewhere outside, I could hear faint laughter from the pool area, the sound filtering through walls and distance.
Made this hotter somehow, knowing we were stealing these minutes while life continued around us.
"God, Eric." Her head fell back against the wall. "Don't stop."
"Never." I shifted my angle, hitting deeper, getting rewarded with her sharp inhale. "Could do this forever."
"Big talk." But her voice shook, breathless.
I pressed my mouth to her neck, feeling her pulse race under my lips. "Not talk. Promise."
She always loved it when I got her in moments like these. Risky moments. It made it easier to get her to finish.
She came apart first, her whole body tensing then releasing in waves I felt ripple through her. The sight of her, flushed and trembling and mine, sent me over the edge moments later.
We stayed pressed together, breathing hard in the quiet of the closet. Her forehead rested against my shoulder, fingers still gripped in my hair.
"We're terrible people," she said eventually.
"Probably." I kissed her temple. "Worth it though."
"Mmm." She unwound her legs from around me, sliding back to the floor on shaky feet. "We need to get back before someone notices."
