He opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it, and sank his strong hands into her hips to push deeper into her. She didn’t turn when the closet door slid open with a harsh squeak. With each cycle of indulgence, separated by stuffing him down her throat, she felt the heat and moisture and yearning build between her legs. She didn’t turn when the closet door slid open with a harsh squeak. Cherie’s eyes grew, and she gasped softly, but Cal remained unstirred. Cherie stood up quickly. Instead, her eyes passed through the open door and over Cal’s sleeping, naked body. She sipped a breath and made carefully for the door. “Honey?” Cherie tried again, climbing the short flight of overly creaky stairs to the musty second floor. She smiled down at him, pressed a hand to his chest, put the other in her hair and ground herself against him.
