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He pinned me down with his weight. Drove his cock into my body until I wept with pleasure, writhing and begging for more. He spanked my ass and pulled my hair and said so many things, such filthy, wondrous things, and now I’m supposed to sit here and make polite chit-chat? Maybe play I Spy?
“You’re blushing.” Reid glances me out of the corner of his eye, that icy blue gaze raking over my body. “And you’re stiffer than a board. Noelle, you don’t have to be afraid of me.”
My laugh is strangled. “I’m notscaredof you, you big dweeb. I’m just—this is weird. Don’t you think?”
Reid says nothing, frowning out at the highway.
It’s slower progress today, what with the deeper snow heaped at the sides of the road, but the sky above is blue and sunny. Guess the blizzard blew itself out overnight, while we were too lost in each other to notice.
Oh, god. If we never have that again… if that was my only taste…
I’ll die. I’ll curl up and die like a lovelorn bug.
“Tell me something,” I blurt, desperate for a distraction. “Tell me why you hate Christmas.”
“Hard pass,” Reid says, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. We pass a red-painted barn, its roof heaped with snow. “Ask me something else.”
Oh, come on. “Butwhy? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but can you at least say why?” As we bicker, my stiff back melts against the seat, and my shoulders relax. Yeah, this is better. This is familiar. Safe.
“Because it’s private.”
“Well, duh. That’s the point of telling me.”
Reid is silent for a long time. I wait.
“Because it’s embarrassing,” he confesses at last, glancing at me again. My normally confident boss is unsure. “It’s embarrassing, and you’ll see me differently, and then this,” he waves a hand between us, “will have to end. I don’t want that.”
He doesn’t? Eee!
If there weren’t laws about safe driving, I’d crawl into this man’s lap right now. I’d pepper his cranky, beautiful face with kisses.
Instead, I settle for resting a hand on his thigh. The muscle jumps beneath my touch, but he’s so warm and solid, anchoring me. “I promise that won’t happen.”
Reid scoffs. “So you say.”
The heater hums quietly, warming us both and turning our cheeks a matching pink. My thumb swoops over Reid’s thigh, back and forth, rubbing him gently, and his leg presses into my touch.
“I’ll guess, then.” Now that we’re talking again,touchingagain, I feel so, so much better—like the world is back on its axis. The giant mound of pancakes probably helped, too. “And I have to assume that one of these reasons is the truth.”
Reid nods. “Go on.”
“You had a pet reindeer once and it bit you.”
“No.”
“A Santa mugged you in an alley.”
Reid’s smiling now, relaxed too. “No.”
“You once wore a thong made of tinsel and it chafed you terribly.”
Reid laughs, low and velvety. “No.”
And I guess it’s okay if I never know the truth, so long as I can keep making this man laugh. So long as he relaxes with me, shooting me those heated looks. Every second with him like this feels so warm and gooey.
But then the humor drops away from Reid’s face, and he sits up straighter. “Actually, it’s nothing so dramatic. I have a large family, Noelle. Aclosefamily. Well, close—except for me.”
It’s happening! Reid is telling me his baggage. Pressing my lips together, I fight to keep still. Tolisten.Snowy fields drift past the car windows, and my fingers twist in my lap.
