Laken turned, but I grabbed his wrist. He spun to me,twisting his hand into mine and the words fell out. “I can’t get the vest off, either.” I stood breathlessly to see if he’d bite the bait.
Holding my gaze for an excruciating moment, he squeezed my hand. “Turn around.” His voice, low and soft, cut directly through me and I did as he said. Again, his fingers laced themselves through the strips of my corset. But behind me, he brushed my bare legs and my fingers ghosted along the fabric of his pants.
“You know”—I peeked over my shoulder—“if we keep working with each other every day, doing jobs like today, people are going to think we’re together.”
His deep hum burned my core.Just a fucking hum, Reece. Chill out.“You’re right… and that would be awful.”
“Horrible.” My hands shook from holding back.
His breath brushed my neck, my skin ran rigid with goose bumps. His lips grazed over my body until he leaned away and said, “Tragic.”
My stomach felt as if it’d been thrown off a cliff, my knees wobbling. But as Laken pressed against me, it became obvious he wanted this as much as me. I grabbed his leg, needing to feel him closer. “Because we aren’t getting back together,” I said.
He pulled the rest of the lace out, leaving the vest dangling on my chest.
Laken kissed the space between my throat and shoulder, gentle yet heavy. “No, we are not.”
The vest hit the floor.
“Never,” a whispered moan. My head dropped back against him, giving him better access to my body as a firm hand wrapped around my waist, curling over my thigh. My hand raked through his hair behind me.
His lips left my skin, and he breathed out a raspy “Ever.”
My back arched for him as his other hand slipped under my shirt and cupped my breast. His thumb moved over my nipple. The hand around my thigh moved between my legs and pulled me tightly againstall of him. I caved, turning to face him. I’d fallen over the edge.
“Again.”
Our mouths collided, burning hot and starving for more. His tongue brushed my lip, his teeth tugging gently. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I couldn’t bring him close enough. He cupped my thighs, rolling my hips against him. Opening my mouth and my body for him—he took it. My breasts brushed against his chest, nipples tingling. A hand on the back of my head entangled itself in my hair, pulling and tilting my head back as his lips traveled down.
I dissolved under him like the wick of a burning candle he’d been the flame to. No turning back, no way out. I couldn’t have told you my name if you’d asked it—until he whispered it from his lips into mine.
“Should we talk about this first?” he asked, flush against my throat.
A moaned “Mm-hmm” was all I managed.
“I can’t think of words,” he admitted.
“Then maybe shut up,” I suggested, out of breath.
“It was the dragon costume, wasn’t it?” His voice rumbled against my ribs.
“It was the obedience to your master,” I joked, barely alive and breathing.
He pinned my hands in place on the counter as his mouth grazed over my nipple, sucking, and lowering even more. Releasing me as he kneeled, his hands gripped my thigh, lifting my leg over his shoulder for better access.
Leaning against his counter, my legs went entirely weak as his tongue traveled between my legs. Kissing where he wanted, licking where he wanted. His tongue moved over my nerves, and I bit back a moan. He wrapped a hand around my back, pressing him farther into me.
His tongue ate—and his finger glided in—and I lost it. My fingers raked through his hair, feeling him where I needed to. He dragged me over the edge until I shattered under him. I raked my hand through his hair, panting. “Laken,” I rasped. He continued. “Laken,” I repeated louder, and he glanced up.
“Yes?”
“The bed. Now.”
Laken didn’t hesitate; lifting me around his waist, he held on to me like letting me go was a sin, like he’d never stop touching me now that he started.
Until the spell broke.
Three knocks came to his front door. He nearly dropped me, barely laying me on the bed. “Who is that?”
