The Immortal Who Loved Me(Argeneau, book 21)(37) by Lynsay Sands
“Do not look at me like that,” Basil hissed, closing his eyes. “Do not move and do not look at me like that. I am trying to resist you.”
He knew at once that was the wrong thing to say by the way Sherry immediately relaxed in his lap.
“Don’t,” was all she said, and then she was nibbling at his lips, her hands moving over his skin, caressing his shoulders, his chest, and pausing to flick at his already erect nipples as she shifted her body, rubbing herself along his growing erection.
“Sherry,” he growled, turning his head away. “I do not know what time it is, but it is dark out. Elvi and Victor could come back at any moment.”
“Then we should move to my room,” she murmured, licking and nibbling at his neck even as she shifted herself over him again.
Basil growled and then turned to catch her mouth with his, kissing her punishingly even as he caught her behind in each hand and stood up.
As punishments went, it wasn’t very successful, he decided when Sherry immediately wrapped her legs around his hips and kissed him eagerly back. She was obviously too caught up in the life mate madness to see sense. He would have to think for both of them. Getting her dressed for the coming trip through the house wasn’t likely, he decided when he broke their kiss and she turned her attention to licking and nibbling her way around his neck and ear.
Although she wasn’t really undressed, he noted. The passion had overwhelmed them quickly enough both times that they hadn’t got around to undressing. She still wore her skirt, it was just up around her hips, and her blouse was on, just open. Come to that, he still wore his shirt, it was merely unbuttoned as well, and his pants were on, just—
Okay, they weren’t on anymore, he acknowledged as they suddenly slipped down around his ankles. Maybe they wouldn’t run into anyone, Basil thought hopefully as he stepped out of the pants and headed for the door.
Sherry was aware that they were moving. She also knew she should probably be more helpful in this situation, have him put her down so she could straighten her clothes and walk to her room on her own two feet. Unfortunately, she just couldn’t seem to do that. She didn’t want to. She wanted Basil to go back to kissing and caressing her and she wanted him inside her again. And while she knew she should care that Elvi and Victor might be back at any moment and find them doing the nasty in their sunroom, she couldn’t seem to manage to care about that. She just wanted Basil. Her mind was full of what she had experienced with him. Her body ached for him. She hungered for him like no one and nothing she’d ever before experienced. It was bad, really bad. Being deprived of oxygen was the only thing she could compare her need for him to. Every nerve ending in her body was aware of him and screaming for him. She felt like she would die if he didn’t make love to her again.
It was madness, Sherry acknowledged, and didn’t care about that either. If she was mad, they could lock her up, so long as they locked her up with Basil, she thought, and then glanced around when he abruptly stopped. They had reached the door and he’d pulled it open and was now surveying the dark hall and listening.
Sherry could vaguely make out voices, but they sounded far away. Probably downstairs, she thought, and lost interest. Her attention returned to Basil and she began to nibble his lobe and then run her tongue around the rim of his ear.
“Stop that,” he hissed, and then moved forward to the end of the short hall to peer cautiously out into the main hall.
Sherry didn’t stop that, started to let her hands roam, running them over his back and shoulders and up into his hair. But when she tightened her legs around his hips and used her hold to try to lift and shift herself onto the erection she could feel pressed between them, Basil cursed and started quickly up the empty main hall.
They were perhaps halfway to her room when Basil suddenly froze. It took another moment for Sherry to become aware of the footsteps coming up the stairs . . . and quickly. They would never make it to her room.
Sherry barely had the realization when Basil bolted for a door a few steps ahead of them and pulled it open to duck inside with her. Just before he pulled the door closed, she caught a glimpse of shelves and neatly folded towels and sheets. They were in the linen closet, she realized, and for some reason that made her laugh. When Basil immediately covered her mouth with one hand to silence the sound, Sherry jerked her head back in surprise, slamming it into the wall.
“Ow,” she muttered when he removed his hand and whispered, “Are you all right?”
“Hello?” someone said outside the closet door before she could respond.
Sherry stilled and glanced toward the crack of light around the door. It sounded like Stephanie’s wary voice, she noted, but took her cue from Basil and remained silent.
“Sherry? Basil? Is that you two in the closet?”
Basil sagged with defeat, and it was Sherry who said, “No,” on a laugh.
“Yeahhhh . . . rrrrright,” Stephanie drawled, and then sighed with exasperation. “You do know you’re in a boardinghouse, right? I mean, there are a ton of bedrooms in this place and you both have one. Why are you in the linen closet?”
“Because Basil has no pants on,” Sherry admitted with a wicked grin.
Basil groaned at her announcement, but he wasn’t alone. Stephanie groaned too and then said, “Oh, that’s just gross. He isn’t touching any of the linens is he? I don’t want Basil’s bare butt prints on the next face towel I use. Gawddddd. You life mates are all crazy.”
“I am not touching the linens,” Basil announced with what Sherry considered great aplomb considering the situation. “And we shall be moving along just as soon as you leave the hall. I simply did not wish to alarm you . . . and possibly ruin your dinner,” he added dryly.
“Too late,” Stephanie announced. “Well, you can come out. I’m going to my room to get something. Please, please, please move the party to Sherry’s room or yours before I come back.”
“Certainly,” Basil responded with dignity.
“Good. I’m going now,” Stephanie announced. “Count to ten before you come out so I can get to my room.”
“Of course,” Basil said on a sigh.
“Where is her room?” Sherry asked curiously.
“The back right corner if you are facing the house. On the other side of the small hall to the sunroom,” Basil answered as they listened to her footsteps move away.
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