Page 11 of Tempted

Something about this wasn’t right. When Ander had texted me to invite me tonight, telling me we needed to belatedly celebrate my position on the team, I’d been too excited at the thought of attending one of his house parties to question it, but now I was here and he was bringing up ‘the ball club,’ I was on high alert.

Clearing my throat, I glanced down the hallway. “Right. Yeah. Uh, where’s the kitchen?” I tapped the side of the pack of beers I was carrying. “These need to go in the fridge.”

He showed me into the kitchen, where we were joined by Elliot. We made small talk for a few minutes, sipping our drinks, before something over my shoulder caught Ander’s attention. A smirk crossed his face. “Hey, Ben. What do you think of that game, seven minutes in heaven?”

“Nothing, because I’m not thirteen,” I said slowly. “Why?”

“No reason. Do you think you could look at something for me?”

“Ace,” Elliot muttered from next to Ander, but he silenced him with a brief kiss, his gaze softening as he met his boyfriend’s eyes.

“E, just go with it.” With that, he took my drink from me, grabbed my wrist, and then tugged me out of the kitchen, with Elliot mouthing sorry as we left.

Before I had a chance to ask what the fuck was happening, Ander had yanked a door open, placed a hand on top of my head, pushing me down, and I found myself unceremoniously shoved inside the under-stairs cupboard. The door slammed shut behind me, leaving me more or less in the dark, with the barest amount of light seeping in around the door. I sank to the floor, disorientated. What the actual fuck?

A muffled voice spoke through the wood. “Wait there. Your seven minutes in heaven starts in— Oh, JJ! Perfect timing.” The door opened again, and someone shrieked as they were shoved inside, landing in my lap.

Before the door slammed shut for the second time, I got a good look at my new cupboard companion. Honey-brown eyes fringed with dark lashes, rimmed in sparkling black, a mop of deep brown curls, and an expression of shocked outrage all over his gorgeous face…

“Niccolò?”

Shifting into a more upright position, he inhaled sharply, his hands coming up to my face, his fingers skimming the sides of my jaw. “Bennett?”

“Hi.” My heart was pounding, both from this completely unexpected situation, and having the guy I couldn’t get out of my head right here in my lap.

“Why are we in a cupboard?” His bewildered tone made me smile despite myself.

Lightly gripping his hips, because I couldn’t go any longer without touching him, I shrugged. “No idea. Ander said something about seven minutes in heaven and then shoved me in here.”

“JJ invited me over and said I had a special surprise waiting for me.” He huffed out a breath. “Liar.”

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe he was here with me after so long. “Am I not a special surprise?”

My eyes were slowly adjusting to the dim light in the cupboard, and I could just about make out his eyes widening, and a slow smile curving over his lips.

“Mmm. You are a very special surprise, bello.”

Emboldened by his words, I reached up, cupping the back of his head, and kissed the smile from his lips.

I lost myself in the slide of his mouth against mine, his arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer, and his body pressing into me. His hardening erection rubbed against mine in the most fucking delicious way, making me want to thrust up against him, to make him fall apart, to make him mine.

But we were in a fucking cupboard, with our friends right outside in all probability, and there was no way I was going to try for anything more while we were in this situation.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I rasped, lifting my head, still holding him close.

“How long?” His hand slid down my chest. “Mmm. You feel so good. I want to see you naked.”

“Since you left me in the library,” I admitted, somehow finding it easier to speak the words in the dark. “Fuck, I don’t know, Nic. You’re so…you got inside my head.”

“I did?”

“You did.” I suddenly remembered something. Leaning into him, I trailed my lips down the side of his face, across to his mouth, before kissing him with the softest kiss I’d ever given to anyone. He sighed, his arms tightening around me. “Nic?” I kissed him again. “Was I in your head too? I saw a picture…”

Gasping, he shot upright. “What picture?”

“It—”

The door flew open, cutting my words off instantly.