His Reverie (Reverie #1)(55)
“Why? Who’s going to attack me? The ground squirrels? They’re all sleeping.” She smiles, presses her hand against my chest, right over my rapidly beating heart.
“Who knows what sort of creepers are hanging around at night?” I smooth my hand along the curve of her spine, stopping just above her ass. She shivers, her hand going up, curling around my neck, and she tugs my head down to hers.
“Creepers like you?” she murmurs against my lips just before she kisses me.
Ah hell. Her lips are twice as intoxicating as any alcohol I’ve ever drunk. I lose myself in her kiss, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers. She moans and presses her body full against me, and I can tell she’s not wearing a bra.
She’s trying to kill me, I swear.
“Baby.” I push at her shoulders, needing some distance. “We can’t do this out here.”
“I missed you so much.” She kisses me again and I turn my face away from hers, immediately feeling like crap when I hear the dejection in her voice. “I need you, Nick. Why are you denying me?”
“Because we’re gonna get caught out here in the middle of your mom’s rose garden and then we’re in big trouble.” I take Reverie’s hand and link our fingers together. “Are we going to your room?”
Time for her to get shy. She nibbles on her lower lip and nods, keeping her head bent. “If that’s what you want.”
“Wherever you are is what I want.” I bring her hand up to my mouth and drop a kiss to the top of it. “Daydream.”
She lifts her head and the smile she sends me is heart stopping. “I love it when you call me that.”
I say nothing. I wish I could read her thoughts. Does she feel as strongly about me as I feel about her? I can’t stop thinking about her. Wanting to be with her. Worrying about her when we’re not together. Seeing Reverie again, being with her erases all my worry and makes me forget. Krista’s threats no longer matter. Getting caught by her parents doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with the consequences later.
The only thing that matters is her.
Reverie.
“We’re sneaking in through the back door,” she tells me as she starts to lead me around the side of the house. “So you’ll have to be really quiet, okay?”
“I can do that,” I reassure her, letting her lead me. Her hair is twisted into a loose braid that flows down the middle of her back and the thin nightgown she has on hits her about mid thigh. It fits her loosely but the top is made almost completely of lace and the way it looks on her…
It’s sexy as hell.
We approach the back French door and she turns to look at me, withdrawing her hand from mine to hold her index finger against her lips. “Sshh,” she whispers as she reaches out with her other hand and rests it on the door handle.
I nod my answer and she faces forward, slowly turning the handle and pushing the door open. It doesn’t so much as creak, but nothing does in Hale House. Everything’s brand new and well maintained. I’ve only ever been downstairs a couple of times, never really going beyond the kitchen and living room, but the house is unlike anything I’ve ever seen or been in before. I can almost believe I don’t belong here.
I know I don’t belong there.
I let Reverie reach around me and shut the door and lock it. She holds her index finger against her mouth again, her eyes sparkling with excitement and I smile at her in return.
This girl is going to get me in so much trouble.
And despite my earlier worry, anger and despair, I know she’s worth it.
She leads me through the house and up the sweeping staircase. I keep my gaze focused on Reverie, trying my best not to get distracted by the opulence surrounding me. The place is like a modern museum. All straight, clean lines and blank white walls.
“This is my bedroom,” Reverie whispers as she opens the door and pulls me inside. She shuts the door as I stop in the center of the room.
“It’s huge,” I tell her as she turns to face me. “It’s like the size of my entire apartment.” I’m not lying. My apartment is tiny and could probably fit inside Reverie’s gigantic bedroom. The house is a goddamn palace so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised but holy hell.
She lives in a completely different world. One I will never, ever find myself in.
“No way.” She shakes her head as she approaches me.
“Hell yes. I’m not kidding.” I do a slow turn, taking everything in. On a bedside table a lamp is lit, gently illuminating the room. The walls are a pale blue and the furniture is white. The blue and white printed comforter is thick and looks soft draped across the huge bed. “Is that a king sized bed?”
“I guess so. I don’t know.” She’s standing right next to me and reaches out, taking my hand once more. “Do you like my room?”
“It’s freaking amazing.” I can’t imagine living like this. What irritates more is that I know I will never have the chance to live like this.
So what the f**k am I doing, playing around with Reverie?
“I’m glad you like it.” She swings our linked hands between us like we’re little kids. Her sweetness soothes me. Makes me forget that we’re total opposites. Yeah, maybe I should seriously question what exactly I’m doing with her and why I’m torturing myself when I know this is going to end bad, but when she smiles and looks at me like I’m her everything, I forget all of the bullshit.