More of the control I could feel him using for my sake.
My right hand tightened behind his neck, and I kissed him harder.
Reid answered without taking over.
His tongue brushed mine.
The contact sent a sharp pulse through me.
I moved closer too quickly.
Pain flared through my healing hip.
I tore my mouth from his on a hard breath.
Reid released me instantly.
“What happened?”
“My hip.”
“One to ten?”
“Four.”
“Sharp or dull?”
“Stop turning into a medical form.”
“Noah.”
“Ache. It’s already easing.”
“Medication?”
“Not yet.”
“You should lie down.”
“I am sick of lying down.”
“I know.”
His hand settled on my knee instead of reaching for my hip.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For stopping.”
“You stopped because I hurt.”
“I still wanted—”
“So did I.”
The admission warmed me.
