Reese was so cool and calm. A small satisfied grin tugged at her face when she dragged her nails hard, and Matty jumped again. Damn it, she was in complete control, and Matty loved it.
“You seem a little jumpy,” smirked Reese.
Matty took a breath, trying to steady her pulse. “Do I? I didn’t notice.”
“Really?” She moved her hand farther up, cupping her thigh very close to a place on Matty’s body that was currently throbbing.
Matty couldn’t stop the little moan that came out of her mouth. She loved how in control Reese was.
“You know, you could be kissing me right now.”
The words sounded like an offer, but the look in her brown eyes told her it was more like a demand. A demand that Matty would willingly meet.
She shifted her hips, moving so that she was in a better position, with Reese doing the same. She noticed Reese wince.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, my back is a little sore from lifting that box of books into the dumpster.”
Matty narrowed her eyes. “The one you were supposed to wait for me to help you with?”
Reese shrugged one shoulder. “I mean, it wasn’t that heavy.”
“If it wasn’t that heavy, then you wouldn’t be in pain.”
She was met with narrowed eyes. “Are we making out or not?”
Matty had a retort on the tip of her tongue but didn’t give it. That wouldn’t get them anywhere, and she definitely wanted to make out. Instead, she thought about a solution. “Straddle me.”
“What?”
“Straddle me. That will relieve the pressure on your back.”
For the first time that evening, vulnerability flashed across Reese’s face. There was a long pause, then "No."
“No?”
She huffed as she began to scoot back. “No. I’m too heavy.”
Matty frowned, her hand slipping around her waist, stopping her. “No, you’re not.”
“Matty, let’s not pretend I’m not bigger.”
“I’m not. I know you’re bigger than me. I’m just not sure where the issue is. I love your body. I’ve been daydreaming about it for weeks now.”
An eyebrow peaked at her. “You have?”
“Yes, of course. Come here, baby, it’s okay.”
Doubt was written all over Reese’s face, but she moved to stand.
Matty scooted over some to give Reese room, as she had been pressed against the arm of the couch. She reached a hand out.
Reese took it, and with her other hand, pulled up the hem of her dress. The expanse of thigh that was showcased made Matty’s mouth water.
She looked up to see Reese’s worried eyes watching her. She had to make sure Reese only saw desire in her actions, on her face, and in her touch. She reached out with her free hand, taking a risk. When her hand landed on the soft, velvety thigh, she groaned out loud and pulled hard. Reese allowed her leg to be moved just a fraction. “God, I’ve been wanting to touch these.”
She looked up with pleading eyes. Never had she begged before, but she’d gladly get on her knees if it meant they were closer.
