His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 19

Olive’s POV

His mouth was still on mine when I heard it-the sound of the front door opening, voices echoing through the massive house-and instantly, my entire body tensed against his.

Zane pulled back immediately and stared, and I saw something ash in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read, something between annoyance and amusement and maybe a hint of something darker.

“Expecting someone?” I whispered, my voice coming out rougher than I intended, my lips still tingling from the kiss.

“No.” he said, but he didn’t sound particularly worried about it, just mildly inconvenienced, like someone had interrupted his dinner instead of whatever this was between us.

The voices got louder and closer, and I could make out words now, make out the distinct sound of… Hunter’s laugh was followed by another voice that made my stomach drop.

Ryan.

Of course, it was fucking Ryan.

“Zane, are you home?” Ryan called out, and I could hear footsteps moving through the house, heading in our direction. “Kitchen,” Zane called back, his eyes still locked on mine, and I wanted to kill him because why would he tell them where we were? why would he-

“What are you doing?” I hissed, trying to push away from him, but his hands on my hips held me firmly in place.

“Relax,” he murmured, and there was something in his tone that old me he was enjoying this, enjoying my panic, enjoying having me trapped between him and the approaching footsteps.

“I can’t-they can’t see me here,” I said, and I could hear the desperation in my own voice, could feel my heart racing for entirely different reasons now. “Ryan will know; he’ll—”

Zane’s expression shifted then, something hardening in his eyes as he’d just remembered something important, and before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a door I hadn’t noticed before, tucked into the corner of the kitchen in a way that made it almost invisible.

He opened it to reveal what looked like a pantry or storage close deep and narrow and completely dark except for the light spilling in from the kitchen, and he pulled me inside just as I heard Hunter’s voice getting closer.

“Get in,” he whispered, and I didn’t argue because I could hear them now, could hear them entering the kitchen, and could hear Ryan saying something about needing a drink.

I stepped into the closet and Zane followed, pulling the door closed behind us until we were plunged into almost complete darkness, the only light coming from the thin crack under the door.

The space was tiny, barely big enough for one person, let alone to, and I found myself pressed against shelves full of what felt like dry goods and kitchen supplies, with Zane’s body pressed against mine from chest to thigh in a way that made it impossible to think about anything else.

“This is insane,” I breathed, barely making any sound at all, and felt more than saw him lean closer.

“You’re the one who didn’t want them to see you,” he whispered directly into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m just helping.”

“By trapping us in a closet?” I shot back, trying to ignore the way my body was responding to having him this close, to feeling every hard plane of him pressed against me.

“You have a better idea?” His voice was amused, and I wanted to hit him, except there was no room to move, no space to do anything except stand here and try not to think about how good he smelled or how his hands had moved to my waist to steady us both.

Outside the closet, I could hear Hunter and Ryan moving around the kitchen, their voices clear enough that I could make out most of what they were saying.

“So where’s Zane?” Hunter asked, and I could hear the sound of the refrigerator opening.

“I don’t know; he said kitchen, but I don’t see him,” Ryan replied and I heard cabinets opening and closing. “Maybe he went upstairs? This is his house after all.”

“His car’s here, though.” Hunter said, and there was something in his tone that made my skin crawl even through the door. “Hey, do you think he’s got a girl here? I never wanted to be here in the first place.”

My entire body went rigid, and I felt Zane’s hands tighten on my waist and felt him shift slightly so that even more of his weight was pressed against me.

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