I grin. “Good.”
She laughs softly against my lips, then kisses me again under the kind of moonlight that makes a man believe in fate.
reed
. . .
She’s buzzing with adrenaline; I can feel it in the way her fingers curl into my flannel, the way her breath comes hot against my neck when she leans in close.
I swing off my bike first, pulling the helmet from her head, and watch her shake out her blonde waves until it falls wild around her shoulders.
Her cheeks are flushed pink, eyes bright and reckless in the moonlight.
“Get inside, baby,” I growl, voice rough from the wind. “Before I lose my patience and take you right here on the bike.”
She bites her lip, that little smile tugging at the corners, but she slides off, her legs a little unsteady, and I grab her hand, pulling her up the steps to the front door.
My keys fumble in the lock as her body presses against my back, her hands already slipping under my flannel as her nails scrape lightly over my abs through my shirt.
I push the door open as we stumble into the hallway, lit only by the faint glow from the kitchen light I left on.
Kicking the door shut behind us, I spin her around and pin her against the wall with my hips.
Her gasp turns into a moan as I crush my mouth to hers, our tongues tangle as if we’ve been starving for this all night.
“God, Reed,” she whispers against my lips as her fingers yank at my flannel buttons. “Baby, I want you so bad, I’m wet already.”
A low groan vibrates in my throat as I continue shrugging off my flannel, letting it hit the floor. “Good, means you’re ready for what I’m about to do to you, sunshine.”
Her hands tug at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head in one swift motion.
I help, tossing it aside, my fingers reaching aimlessly for her top, a thin tank that’s been teasing me with glimpses of her lace bra all night.
Peeling it off slowly, I savor the way goosebumps erupt across her skin, the way her nipples harden through the white lace before I even touch them.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I mutter, palming one breast as my thumb circles the peak until she arches into me. “Been thinking about stripping you down since you climbed on behind me.”
She laughs and reaches for my belt. “Then stop talking about it, and do it.”
We move down the hall, kissing, groping, shedding clothes in a trail behind us.
Her bra unclasps easily under my fingers; I drag the straps down her arms, as my lips follow the contour of her neck, sucking to leave a mark just above her collarbone.
She unbuckles my belt, yanks the zipper down, shoving my jeans and boxers low enough that my cock springs free; hard, aching, already leaking for her.
“Jesus, Reed,” she breathes, wrapping her hand aroundme, stroking once from base to tip. “You’re so fucking hard. Did the adrenaline get you, too?”
I hiss through my teeth, thrusting into her fist. “You think? Been fighting myself not to pull over and bend you over the bike.”
Her jeans button pops under my fingers until the denim pools at her ankles. Pushing the lace aside, I slide two fingers between her thighs, finding her soaked, her clit swollen, and begging for attention.
She moans, her head falling back against the wall. “Then why didn’t you?”
“Because I want you in my bed,” I say, curling my fingers inside her, my thumb pressing circles on her clit until her hips buck. “I want to spread you out and take my time.”
She kisses me, not saying a word, as she threads her fingers in my hair, continuing down the hallway.
Barely making it to the bedroom door somehow, her hand still strokes my cock, my fingers still buried in her pussy.
