“Reese.” I half laugh, half pant. “You’re going to walk into a wall.”
“I won’t.”
Cocky and annoying and…probably accurate.
And hot.
As we pass by a decent-sized kitchen, a voice grabs my attention.
“Reese? Oh, shit. Hello.”
I turn my head to see a woman with dark brown curls and amusement sparkling in her pretty eyes standing in the kitchenbeside a younger man with red hair. The position allows Reese to suck my earlobe into his mouth and bite. Hard. I yelp, and my cock jerks.
“No one fucking bother me tonight.”
He makes a turn down a hallway before I can see their reactions to his demand, but I hear their quiet chuckles follow us until they fade away.
“Are you always such an asshole?” I ask, even though I’m secretly kind of turned on by it.
Okay, probably not a secret.
“Yes.”
As he sucks on the skin of my throat again, he pushes through another door. I only know because I feel it against my back and hear it bang against the wall behind it, my eyes closed and my head tilted to the side, giving him better access to whatever part of me he wants. The door slams shut, his mouth releases me, and my eyes fly open to the sight of a dark bedroom.
He still doesn’t slow down, doesn’t bother to turn on the lights. He reaches the king-sized bed in the center of the room in two strides and drops us down onto the dark sheets. We hit the mattress together, the impact soft but solid. A puff of air escapes me, but it doesn’t get far before Reese swallows it up, his mouth on mine again.
I hear the sound of two thuds on the floor, and I realize he’s kicked off his shoes. I do the same, then wrap my legs around him again. When he grinds his hips down on mine, making me feel how hard he is, I swear I see fucking stars.
“Fuck, Reese,” I moan through panting breaths. “Clothes off. All of them. Now.”
The only response I receive right away is his teeth once more sinking into the side of my neck. I wonder how many marks I’m going to have after tonight, and the thought makes me even fucking harder.
As he sucks on my throat and continues grinding his cock against mine through the layers of our clothes, I get too damn impatient and tug his shirt out of the waistband of his slacks so I can slip my hands beneath the hem. The contact of my palms against the smooth, warm skin of his back is electric. Not technically. I’m not doing anything like that, but just that simple touch has me realizing one heart-stopping truth.
I must stop breathing entirely because Reese pulls back, hovering over me with his brows creased with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“I…I uh…” I slide my hands slowly across the small of his back and let my eyes flutter shut at the sensation. “This is the first time I’ve ever touched you like this.”
When I open my eyes again, I see him bathed in the faint glow of the moon that shines in through the window. He looks at me with a sad smile, one that I think says he’s going to make it all okay.
“Touch me all you want, Cason. I’m yours.”
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
Fuck, I might cry.
Not necessarily because of those words because…duh, of course he’smine. We’ve already fucking established that. But it’s still the feeling of his skin against mine and now the permission to touch him even more.
I cling to him tighter, my fingertips digging into his skin. “Fuck me, Reese. Please. I’ve waited long enough.”
It’s as if that sad smile from before never existed, a wicked smirk completely taking its place. “Then it won’t kill you to wait a little longer, will it?”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I throw my head back against the soft pillow and whine. “Why am I not surprised?”
Gently, Reese removes my glasses from my face and sets them on his nightstand, then he sits back on his heels, hisgaze never leaving mine as he unbuttons his shirt. He does sotorturouslyslowly, teasing the fuck out of me. I think my mouth starts to water. And then when he shrugs the shirt off and tosses it away…
