Page 22 of The Silent Count
Lea makes a flicking motion with her wrists, signaling me to get moving. I can hear her muffled giggles from outside as I climb through the creaking window. She can’t see it, but I roll my eyes. I have a hunch that she wanted me to go first so she could get a front-row seat of watching me struggle like an idiot.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” she whisper-shouts. “Hurry up. Hurry up.”
Without warning, my legs are shoved through the small opening, and I crash onto the floorboard. Before I can even process what's going on, Lea throws herself through the window, using me as a cushion and leaving us in a heap of limbs.
I groan and she winces; the pain is written across our faces as we lock eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I will be… once your elbow isn’t… digging into my sternum,” I say through broken words while trying to catch my fill my lungs with air.
“Oh, shit…” Lea pulls her arm away and pushes herself up.
There’s a sudden awareness that flashes through both of our expressions at the realization that she’s straddling me right now. My dick twitches and the little gasp that breezes past her lips is a telltale sign she notices my growing arousal. Lea doesn’t move. Her gaze drops to where her low-cut blouse presses against my chest.
Her breaths grow shallow, and I can’t take my eyes off her. She wiggles her hips slightly and I curse under my breath.
Earlier, she told me that the possibility of us kissing would never happen again. In fact, if I remember correctly, she said it can’t happen again. Yet, she draws her gaze up to my lips, staring like she’s ready to throw caution to the wind and forget everything she declared earlier.
“Lea…”
“We shouldn’t… I know we shouldn’t.” Her words are breathy and filled with lust. “But Fortune?”
“Hmm?”
“I want to… so bad.”
It takes half a second for my fingers to lace into the hair at the base of her neck and pull her in. She wastes no time darting her tongue against the seam of my lips, urging me to open for her. She slides her tongue into my mouth, intertwining ours together, and her pleasure filled sighs are fucking music to my ears.
Lea rolls her hips against my erection, and I groan in response. The way she smiles against my lips, like she enjoys making me feel good, sends a surge of warmth straight to my groin. With my hands wrapped around her back, I roll her over onto her back. She opens her legs wider, making room for me to settle my hips against her core and grind against her.
She reaches for my hips, drawing me in closer. We both gasp as she rocks her hips against my length from the bottom. We’re barely getting started, and she’s already so needy.
It’s right then that the realization dawns on me. Both of us are panting when I pull back and rest my forehead against hers. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too.”
Lea drags her hands under my shirt, and I dip down to her neck. Placing open mouth kisses along her collarbone. She gasps when I suck gently on the hollow of her neck, and I can feel her nipples harden through the fabric of our shirts. A finger traces the outline of my abs before she drops to rub her hand over my aching cock.
I let out a groan, and the teasing laugh that spills from Lea’s lips drives me wild. Lust courses through my veins, and I’m desperate for more of her. My fingertips graze the hem of her top, but the sound of three knocks tapping against the door stops me in my tracks.
I hardly make out Scarlett’s voice over the music, thumping against the floorboards. “Lea, are you hiding in there?”
I sigh into Lea’s neck and let my hand fall flat on her stomach. Based on the huff of air she breathes out, we both know the moment between us is gone.
“Uhh, no?”
“You should come out here. Everyone’s been asking where you are.”
“I’m, uh… already in my pajamas, and I don’t want to change.”
“Lea, are you really not going to show your face at your own party?”
She’s silent for a moment, and when I push up, her eyes are closed as she contemplates her options. I place a few kisses along her jawline before whispering, “You should go,” quietly in her ear. Lea runs her fingertips along the back of my neck, and I wish I could stay here like this with her all night.
We’ve cut it close twice tonight already, and sticking around while she works the crowd outside isn’t in our best interest. All it would take is one drunk person to snoop around the house to find me in here, waiting for her to come back.
