Page 71 of Tough Score

Keely's eyes widen, her smile growing even broader, and then she wraps her hands around my wrists, keeping me close. "I knew you'd do it. I never questioned it."

The sweet inhale of her shampoo—the memory of how her lips taste against mine. I need it again, all of it—anything she'll give me.

"You've always believed in me."

The second she nods in agreement my lips crash down against hers, and it takes her a second to register my kiss but when she does, she melts into me, her hands sliding up my chest and tangling in my hair. And for a moment all I can think about is the softness of her lips, a gentle nibble she gives my lower lip and the expert way her tongue swirls against mine.

My hands trail down her body. I know her curves from the night we spent together in my bed and my shower, but I need to know more. I'm dying to memorize every inch of skin that covers her perfect body and I want her to know mine.

"You're going to get us caught," she says between our lips.

We break apart at the realization that we're out in the open, both panting slightly, desire burning in Keely's eyes. Her eyes are hooded and dilated—she wants me as badly as I want her. And though she has a date with a man I can't compete with as long as she and I both work for the Hawkeyes, she's not his yet. Not until next week.

"Come with me," I say, taking her hand.

She follows behind me, squeezing my hand tighter.

I pull her into a supply closet and lock the door, a knowing smirk on her lips when I turn back to take her mouth again.

The moment the door closes behind us, we're on each other again. Frantically discarding every inch of clothing off one another like this moment could end at any second, and we could miss our chance. I pull a condom from my wallet before my pants drop to the floor, and then, within a split second, we're pressed skin to skin.

I lift Keely up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and pin her against the wall. She lets out a soft moan as I grind against her, teasing her with my hard length.

My fingers reach for her, diving between her thighs, coating my fingers in her arousal and using it to slide my fingers in her tight pussy.

She whimpers as I ease in and out of her, my mouth swallowing every sound she makes for me. My tongue slides past her lips, claiming her fully. She tastes like heaven.

Keely kisses me back just as fiercely, her fingers threading through my hair as she keeps her thighs wrapped around my waist. I groan as our bodies meld together, her soft curves pressing against the hard planes of my chest.

"Reeve," she breathes, her head falling back against the wall.

"That's it, Keely. Let go," I growl, rocking into her harder. My fingers find her sensitive nub rubbing in tight circles. Keely cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Please… I want you," she says, and I know exactly what she wants.

I'd spend more time getting her wet, playing with her, getting her off before I give her what she's asking for, but we're in a supply closet and time isn't on our side—nothing seems to be on our side. But that won't stop me from one last time.

I roll on the condom and then notch the broad head of my cock at her entrance, thrusting into her slick heat, pulling a gasp from her lips. She's so tight, so perfect, I can barely think when she feels this fucking good.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. Keely meets my passion with equal measure, her hips rolling against mine as I drive into her over and over again. The closet is filled with the sounds of our moans and the slap of skin on skin.

I can feel my release building, the familiar tightening in my lower abdomen. But I hold it back, wanting Keely to find her climax first. I redouble my efforts, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Yes, Reeve, yes!" Keely cries out, her voice high and strained. I can feel her tightening around me, her orgasm nearing.

"That's it, Keely. Come for me," I demand.

With a final thrust and a flick of my thumb, Keely shatters. Her walls clamp down around me, squeezing me like a vice as she cries out. The pulsing of her release pushes me over the edge, and I explode inside her with a guttural groan.

We stay like that for a moment, pressing against each other as we catch our breath. Finally, I lower Keely's legs back to the floor, keeping my arms around her to steady her. She looks up at me, her eyes hazy with satisfaction.

We quickly redress, stealing glances and brushes of the hands as we go. When we're presentable again, we stare back at one another, both knowing what this is but neither ready to admit it.

"That was..." she starts but trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

"It was perfect," I finish for her, brushing a stray hair from her face.

Keely smiles, leaning into my touch. "It was," she agrees.

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