Page 63 of Trouble Walked In

She lay naked, exposed, and aching for his touch. The thought that someone across the lake might be watching sent a thrill through her.

The cold, dry air made the night especially clear. She could see stars above and below reflected on the dark, still water. The homes along the edge of the lake sparkled. She could hear distant laughter, and the scent of wood burning in a fireplace somewhere emphasized the fact that they were outside, where anybody could catch them.

Renic’s hand reached her most sensitive area.

She sucked in a quick breath in anticipation.

He paused, his hand resting tantalizingly close but not quite touching where she needed.

She wanted to shout at him to stop teasing and torturing her like this, but the only word she managed to get out was his name. “Renic.”

His eyes twinkled like the lights that surrounded them. “Still worried about being seen? I could stop.”

“No, you really couldn’t.” She pressed down on the hand that refused to give her relief.

His low chuckle was throaty and raw. “So you’d like me to keep going?”

“Renic.” His name was both a command and a swear word.

He kissed her, his lips hungry and eager, then plunged his fingers down into where she’d longed for them to be.

She cried out with pleasure.

The thought that someone might hear, and her inability to suppress her vocal enthusiasm, made her giggle. She grabbed a small throw pillow and held it over her face to stifle the noise while Renic continued to massage and tease her past the point where she could control anything at all. Her body erupted in a cascade of spasms.

He milked every ounce of the orgasm from her before he finally withdrew his fingers and gently pried the pillow out of her hands. “Don’t hide. I like watching you.”

“That was loud. Was I loud? It seemed loud to me.” She couldn’t stop giggling. Doing this out here, under the stars, was intoxicating.

“They could probably hear you the next county over,” Renic said.

“Great. If they weren’t watching before, they are now.” She put a hand on his to stop him. “I shouldn’t be the only exhibitionist.”

“True.” It only took him seconds to remove the rest of his clothing. When he finished, he stood next to the daybed, as obviously turned on and excited as she was. He held his hands out wide in a mock salute to the wide-open space behind him. “Here I am, neighbors. Like what you see?”

She laughed. “How could they not?”

“Iama fantastic specimen of maleness.” He smirked at her, then turned in a slow circle as if he were a mannequin on display.

She took a few seconds to admire the sight of him bathed in moonlight and twinkle lights. He had a scar on his right side that she hadn’t noticed before, but he didn’t have a single tattoo. Everyone she’d ever met in the music industry had at least one, if not several, her sisters included. Her own ink, four small bells entwined with ribbon, was hidden at the nape of her neck.

“No tattoo?”

“Never felt the need. Never had something I wanted to live with the rest of my life.” Renic’s eyes were dark, and his expression was pure need. “But now I think maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

She wanted to ask what he meant by that, but before she could get the words out he’d rejoined her on the daybed and pulled her close. His skin was cold, but his breath was hot. The combination was delicious, and she couldn’t think anymore.

She explored his body inch by inch until she lost track of time and herself. Then he was inside her and she was wrapped around him and they were moving together in a heated rush that lifted her once again to a peak that came faster than she’d expected.

This time, she didn’t muffle her shouts.

Chapter Sixteen

Renic slept in the next morning. After a night of open-air passion that lasted well past the early hours of the morning, he was utterly and deliciously relaxed. He could still feel Lizzie in his arms when he’d drifted off to sleep, and he could still smell her on his skin when he woke up.

When he finally pried his eyes open, it was well past nine. His phone buzzed with unanswered texts from Davis and Morgan. Davis wanted his approval on Tyrone’s latest track. He ignored that to focus on Morgan’s messages.

Where R contract notes?

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