Page 87 of What He Doesn't Know

It was completely dark in the small room, but I didn’t need sight, anyway. Touch was the only sense necessary as Reese pinned me against the door, his hands framing my hips first before they slid up my ribcage, palming me through the thin fabric of my dress.

My mouth fell open with a gasp at the overwhelming sensation, but Reese captured that sigh with his own mouth, kissing me like I hadn’t spent all weekend in his bed — like it was the first time he’d touched me all over again.

“You’re insatiable,” I said with a laugh against his bruising kisses.

“You don’t seem mad about it.”

His hand slipped up under my dress, under the tights beneath it, sweeping between my aching thighs with an ease that made my breath catch. My hand flew to his wrist, stopping him.

“We could get caught.”

He grinned against the skin of my neck, sucking it between his teeth in the next instant.

“Guess you’ll just have to be quiet, then.”

He slid his hand higher between my thighs, fingers skating under the lace of my panties before one finger slid easily inside me. I fought the urge to moan, releasing my grasp on his wrist and opting to find grip on the door behind me, instead. My head fell back when Reese added another finger, and it took every ounce of concentration I had to stay quiet.

The more he worked me with his fingers, the harder his lips were on my neck, the closer I was to finding the release I craved. I reached forward for him, but as soon as my hands wrapped around his belt, he jerked away.

“Not now. Just you right now.”

His fingers continued their assault as I whimpered, and he kissed me quickly, muting the sound.

With his lips fused to mine and his fingers picking up speed between my legs, I came for him.

Miraculously, I didn’t make a peep.

He slowed, gently removing his fingers, and as soon as they slipped out I shuddered at the loss. Reese just grinned, his eyes still on mine as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean.

“You,” I breathed, shaking my head. “Are so,sobad.”

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss me softer, and this time the passion I’d felt before was replaced with a longing, with a disbelief that I was in his arms.

When he pulled away, his forehead stayed pressed against mine, and he let out a long sigh.

“What happens now, Charlie?”

My hands threaded around the back of his neck, and I mirrored his sigh. “I don’t know. I have to talk to him,” I said softly. “We both know that.”

Reese nodded, pulling me closer. “So, you’ll go home tonight?”

“I have to.”

He blew out a more frustrating breath, squeezing his eyes closed. “I know. I know, but I hate it.”

Something about the casual way we talked about Cameron in that moment, about the nonchalant way I discussed throwing away everything I’d cherished for the past decade of my life — it stirred a poison that had been stagnant inside me. I felt it spring to life, crawling through my veins, and my chest ached with the attempt to beat through the grip of it.

“There’s so much more to think about, Reese. Cameron… he’s my husband. This isn’t just going to hurt him, it’s going tokillhim. And then there are our families, and the vows we made.” I paused, knowing just hearing the words alone were hurting Reese. “I just need some time, okay? I need a little time.”

His grip tightened around me again, and he pulled me into his chest, resting his chin on my head. The emotion that poured out of his body into mine with that grasp was enough to make my knees hit the ground.

“I’ll wait. I’d wait forever for you.”

Mr. Henderson’s muffled voice coming from the stage brought me back to reality, and I kissed Reese’s chest before putting distance between us. “We should get back out there.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, but he didn’t let me go for a moment. “You first. I’ll wait a few minutes.”

I slipped back out the door, smoothing my hands over my dress and tucking the fallen strands of my hair behind my ears as I made my way back to the stage. They’d be inviting the teachers out soon who helped organize the event, so I took my place behind Miss Maggert, hoping like hell I didn’t look like I’d just been finger-banged in the costume room.