The Perfect First (Fulton U, #1)(50)

The backs of my knees hit the concrete and my butt hit the flat of the step. “You’re going to have a lot of explaining to do about why you’re in here naked.”

He moved closer, his hips making contact with my legs. I relaxed, letting the gentle ebb and flow of the water part my thighs—or maybe that was all me. I’d been really good about not peeking beneath the water at what exactly Reece was packing, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t caught a glimpse or two.

I leaned back on the steps, propping my elbows up on the next highest one.

He grinned wide and moved in closer. His hands were just above my shoulders, brushing against my skin, and it wasn’t just his hands that were making themselves known.

Against the wet fabric of my underwear, there was the insistent nudge of a dangerous instrument. Unable to stop myself, my gaze darted down. His muscled thighs rubbed against the sensitive skin between my legs. I caught my lip between my teeth. The pressure and sharp nip on my lip were enough to keep me from wrapping my legs around him and tugging him forward.

The one thing I’d wanted since the beginning was so close. He shifted his body against mine. The nudge of his head against my blazing, hot core nearly made me moan. Why was he torturing me? I could feel how much he wanted this; couldn’t he? My clit throbbed with every brush of his cock against me. I bit back a moan that threatened to escape my mouth.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” The gentle movement of the water was agony as we gave our bodies over to it.

“What?”

His lips were inches from mine, full and soft. He was equal parts raw masculinity and caring that made me almost come out of my skin. My body was on fire for him and I wanted him to devour me. I knew he’d make my first time one I’d never want to forget.

“I think I heard a car pull up in the driveway.”

My head shot up and I snapped forward, nearly headbutting him. “Oh my god!” I slapped my hands over my mouth. What if they heard me?

Scrambling out of the pool, I raced toward my clothes. He’d been right—how the hell was I going to put all of it on with my wet underwear? Puffs of frozen breath floated in front of my face.

Reece scooped everything up in his arms. The water on the ground instantly turned to ice and we skated along the concrete surrounding the pool. Instead of turning to rush back to the driveway, he swung a right, straight up to the door of the pool house.

I grabbed his wrist and tried to yank him back. “We can’t go in there.”

“Where else are we supposed to go?” He tugged me toward the door. His hand was on the knob and it turned. The click of the latch opening sent my heart rate spiking. No alarm. No sirens. I rushed inside and he closed the door behind us.

“I can’t believe we did this.” I shoved against his shoulder as he peered out the door.

He spun around and faced me. Water dripped off him and the splatters on the floor were the only sounds over our breathing.

“We’re going to get arrested.” My dad would bail me out and have me on a plane back to Boston before I could blink.

“We’re not going to get arrested.” He dropped our clothes onto the chair beside the door. “We’ll be fine. No one’s even turned on the lights in the house.”

Walking past me, he walked farther into the pool house. I grabbed my clothes from the pile. There was a small door at the end of the hallway, maybe a linen closet. I’d find a towel so I could dry myself off and then get out of there. Opening it, I sighed with relief at the sight of the neatly stacked light blue towels. I snagged one, planning to fold it up when I was finished so no one would know.

I jumped at the sharp sound of a cork being pulled. “You’re drinking their wine?” My mouth hung open.

Reece stood behind the counter and put the corkscrew down.

“It’s here.” He shrugged and poured two glasses.

He’d actually lost his mind. I’d heard of people in high-stress situations acting oddly, but this was another level of insanity. Not wanting to drip even more water on everything and the deathly fear of getting caught for trespassing, burglary, and theft sent me racing back to my clothes.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this. You’re going to get us caught. What if something happens and you get arrested? What about playing this season? They could kick you off the team.”

Trying to minimize my water drippage, I turned my back to Reece and reached behind me to unclip my bra. Normally, undressing in front of him would have sent me into an anxiety spiral, but I was already there with the whole B&E thing. Shaking out the towel, I dried myself off. “Of all the irresponsible, insane things,” I grumbled under my breath.

A pair of lips pressed against my shoulder, and goose bumps that had nothing to do with the cold spread throughout my whole body. The chill from outside was replaced by a heated flush that crept all over my skin. His bare chest pressed against my back, the definition of his muscles imprinting itself on me, and the tap of his dick brushing against my ass made my head swim.

“We’re not going to get caught because we’re guests.”

I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Guests?”

He planted another kiss on my exposed skin, crossing that unwritten line he’d drawn between us and I’d redrawn after our kiss, the same one that had gotten so faint it might as well have been painted in invisible ink. “This is Nix’s house. His dad’s away and he gave me a key.”