And none of it mattered when he touched her. Despite the air-conditioning and her clothes, he could feel her body’s warmth under his touch. When she leaned back into him?
Yeah, this was what being lost felt like.
He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Tell me what you want, babe. I want to give it to you.”
Her reflection smiled a saucy smile at him and reached up to lace her fingers into his hair. He went hard for her, harder than he’d ever been in his life. Which was saying something, considering it’d only been a few hours since he’d buried himself in her body.
“I don’t want to talk about safety and security,” she said, giving his hair a tug to pull him down to her.
“Done.” He didn’t want to deal with those realities anymore, either. He had her here now and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her go.
“I want to make cookies tomorrow.”
He slipped his hands underneath her T-shirt. Bless these loose shirts and doubly bless her for going without a bra. Did she know how much it tortured him to watch her walk around, her beautiful breasts swinging freely? “I’ll show you where the fire extinguisher is before I leave for work,” he said, cupping her in his hands and stroking the undersides of her breasts.
She inhaled sharply, but he didn’t want to rush this. Earlier, he hadn’t been able to hold back, to hell with the consequences. But now? They had the rest of the night. If he was dragging at his meeting with Ritter tomorrow, that was a price he was willing to pay. As long as he had Renee in his arms tonight.
So he took his time fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples. He focused on listening to her breaths and watching her reactions in the glass.
When her body bucked in response to his gentle tug on her nipples, he felt it down to his toes. When she moaned as he rolled those nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he moaned with her. He couldn’t help it. Her pleasure was his.
She was his.
“Look at you,” Oliver breathed as he stared at Renee’s reflection in the window. Her mouth was open as she panted, her eyes heavy-lidded. It had almost killed him to watch the light in her eyes die a little when, instead of taking her right back to bed, he’d told her they were leaving.
He wanted to see the Renee who managed to get the upper hand on him, who laughed at his corny jokes, who wasn’t afraid of anything—she was the Renee he wanted back. He’d do anything to make her smile again.
The moment the thought crossed his brain, he was stunned by the truth of it.
He would do anything for her.
“You feel so wonderful,” he told her as he let the full weight of her breasts fill his palms. “But I need to see these. I need to see all of you.”
She inhaled sharply as he skimmed his hands down her ribs and over her hips to the hem of her T-shirt. But when he started to lift, she stopped his hands. “I don’t... What if someone sees?”
“No one can see in these windows. That’s one of the reasons I’ve bought this condo.”
She didn’t let him strip off her shirt. If anything, her grip on his hands tightened. “But...”
Oliver dragged his attention away from the reflection of her chest in the window and looked at her face. The sensual glaze of desire was gone, leaving her face drawn and tight. Then, somewhere far in the distance, a light blinked. It was probably a helicopter or something that was at least a few miles away, but Renee gasped as if someone had flown a drone into the window and started snapping pictures.
Right.
He kissed the side of her neck and then bent over, sweeping her legs out from under her. “Oliver!” she squeaked in alarm.
“I’m being a terrible host,” he said, holding her tight against his chest. “I haven’t even given you the tour yet.”
“Oh?” She relaxed into him, her arms going around his neck. “I saw the living room.”
“But not the kitchen,” he said, walking right past the doorway on his left.
“It’s lovely,” she murmured and then her lips were against his neck. “I look forward to spending time there.”
“Office,” he ground out through gritted teeth as he carried her past the dark doorway on his right.
“It suits you perfectly,” she agreed without looking. Then she began to suck.
His knees almost gave. “Guest room.” Another fifteen steps—he could make it.
“Is that where I’m staying?” Her teeth skimmed over his skin with the barest hint of pressure.
Take what you need, he wanted to tell her. Hell, he wanted to shout it. “No,” he groaned, all but staggering into his master suite. Dimly, he was aware this was supposed to be a slow, steady seduction where all the focus was on her. “For as long as you want, you’re staying here with me.”
“I...”
“Tell me,” he all but begged. His body was on fire for hers but he didn’t want to presume a single damned thing. “Tell me what you want.”
She leaned back and gave him that smile, the exact same grin she’d launched at him seconds before she’d shoved him into the pond. It made him want to yell with victory.
“I want you.” Then she bit him—not hard, but it sent a jolt of need through him unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
He couldn’t even make it to the bed along the far wall. He all but dropped her in front of the door to his walk-in closet.
The door covered with a full-length mirror.
He paused only long enough to reach over and flip on the light. The drapes were
