I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of having his mouth on mine. It’s firm but soft, and the slight scratch of his short scruff brushes against my lip and drives me wild. The way his tongue fights mine for control is intoxicating, and he smells just so fucking delicious I could drink him all day.
Reaching between us, I unzip his fly, bury my hand inside, and grasp his rock-hard cock. I stroke him root to tip, and when I circle my thumb over his slit, he bites down on my lower lip sending a twang of pain shooting through me.
“Fuck, I want you,” he pants, moving his mouth to the crease of my neck.
“Oh. Wow, okay, yep, that’s good.”
“Just wait for what comes next.”
“What’s that?”
“You.”
He moves back, cock slipping from my grasp as he kneels and strips off his shirt.
“Get naked,” he says, and I lean sideways to check through the doorway opening.
“You’re not worried someone will see us?”
“I got you covered,” he says, then he pulls a cord beside the door and a fabric blind rolls down. He turns his phone flashlight on and rests it against the wall as I strip. While the cool night air wasn’t really an issue when I was clothed, once I’m totally naked,it’s really fucking cold. We really didn’t think the whole treehouse thing through.
“You’re shivering,” Reid says, closing the gap between us. His body is like the heater I desperately needed, but its effect is limited to where our bodies connect.
“Is it too late to get a hotel room?” I ask through chattering teeth. Wow, that cold hit deeper than I thought.
“This was supposed to be romantic, and I’ve totally messed it up,” he says, rubbing my forearms. His hands bring a moment of warmth, but it’s like the second they shift, the cold air overtakes the space again.
“You wanted this to be romantic?” I shiver.
“I didn’t want you to freeze to death in my treehouse. Get dressed, I’ll make you a cup of hot chocolate back in the house.”
“You sure?”
He kisses me softly and quickly.
“I’m sure.”
He shifts back and pulls on his clothes in record time. It takes me longer with my hands shaking, and he helps pull my jacket back on and then goes down first.
“I’ll catch you if you fall,” he says, and I glance at him over my shoulder, his big arms out ready. He’s looking up at me like I’m the only person in the world, and I do something completely reckless.
“Prove it,” I say, and then I let go and fall.
Next thing I know, I’m safe in his hold.
“Told you. Now, how about that hot chocolate?” he asks, and I rest my head against his shoulder.
“I’ll go anywhere you carry me.”
“So, the kitchen and then up to my room, then?”
“Absolutely.”
I’ve taken one sip of the hot chocolate he’s made me, when I tell him, “I’m warm, let’s go.” And he sweeps me up in his arms again to carry me up the stairs just like he promised.
We’re about halfway up when I pick up the mix of his brother’s music playing from the front side of the house. One is playing “Please,” by Sabrina Carpenter, and the other is pumping some nonsensical grunge music that I really didn’t expect from either of them. It’s not bad, just loud, and maybe a little angry.
Reid turns on music when we get into his room, and I’m not sure why I thought he’d be a record kind of guy, but I was totally wrong. He’s got a sleek sound bar sitting just above a slightly smaller television than the one downstairs.
