Page 85 of Test the Ice
I reach up and loosen my tie.
Most of my teammates have made the rounds and left, though there are plenty of donors still lingering with full glasses of liquor.
“I don’t see him,” Reese says quietly.
I turn my head and brush my nose against her delicate cheek. She tenses at first but turns and gives me more access to her neck. My lips hover over her ear. “Of course you don’t.”
“Why do you say that?” she asks.
A man as vindictive as Benedict isn’t stupid. He isn’t going to put himself in a position that could come across as stalking.
“Because he’s smart,” I admit. “He won’t show his face.”
Reese’s pulse picks up pace the longer we stand at a cocktail table and scan the crowd. I stare at the little flicker against her neck for several minutes, and I can’t stand it any longer. I pull her in front of me, grip her hips, and press her back against my chest. “You’ve gotta calm down, Dimples.”
She inhales, her lungs tight with trapped air. “I know. I just can’t.”
“Take a deep breath with me.” I inhale and hold my breath until she follows suit. Her chest expands, and I get an eyeful of her perfect cleavage.
I blow the air out slowly and watch her chest deflate the same as mine.
“There you go.” I swallow. “Let’s do it again.”
I inhale, she does the same, and then we both exhale at the same time. My warm breath falls to the crook of her neck, and I stare with fascination at the goosebumps that appear on her flesh.
We inhale and exhale again, and this time, I make sure my lips graze the side of her ear. “Good girl.”
Reese trembles in my grip, and my dick immediately hardens at the thought of her liking my praise.
Fuck me.
I have to be sensible.
I can’t drag her out of this event with hopes of doing something filthy to her in one of the closets. It’s not like that between us, as much as my body craves it.
A hot swallow forces itself down my throat when I exhale again, only to be knocked on my ass by Reese’s sweet scent.
Quick, think of something that’ll douse this fucking fire.
She shifts in front of me, and I grip her hips again. Her ass grazes my dick, and I can’t stop myself from grunting.
She glances over her shoulder. “Are you okay? Did I step on your foot?”
I clench my eyes shut. “No.”
“No?”
I make a mistake by opening my eyes, my gaze immediately dropping to her lips.
My mouth waters.
We should probably leave so I can put myself in the fucking corner.
“Are you less nervous?" I ask.
She glances at my mouth and then turns away. “Yes.”
People are starting to head out, the event closer to ending. I give a tight-lipped smile to a few people I recognize before giving Reese all my attention again.
