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“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” I whisper quietly.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re not going to win this round, Bucko.”
“Bucko?” he says, lowering his mouth to my ear. “Cute.” His voice is husky and deep. “I know what you’re trying to do, Tink.”
He glances at me quickly, and the color of his irises intensify, if that’s at all possible. Deep, dark blue, like the ocean. Where Reed’s hair is summer, light fun, breezy, his eyes are serious, menacing and not to be messed with. They’re winter.
“It’s not going to work,” he groans, giving me a cool look. “This isn’t a game you know how to win. You’re out of your league, sweetheart.”
He moves quickly, standing directly behind me, his jean-clad thighs positioned on either side of my legs, and then he wraps his arms around me, reaching for my hands.
Huh?
I almost choke when his broad chest pushes against my back, and his fingers slide between my fingers, controlling my movements.
“Close your eyes,” he says firmly, and I do.Why?It’s a demand, his lips against my cheek, hot and heavy, causing a shiver to break out across my skin.
He mimics my actions, but this time he makes my strokes longer and firmer, gripping my fingers between his, so there’s no way I can let go. He lowers his voice and his head until his mouth is positioned directly against my ear and he whispers, “Imagine it’s my cock in your hand, Brinley.”
I gasp with shock. His filthy words surprise me, but I keep my eyes closed and do as he asks me to do.Oh god.This is insanely wrong but all kinds of right at the same time.
Reed takes a breath so deep I can feel his chest rise and fall against my back, and he groans wildly into my ear when I arch back slightly so that my backside is pressed decidedly against the growing bulge in his jeans.
This isn’t like me at all. But maybe that’s the point.
It feels so good to have this man’s arms wrapped around me, and I know it shouldn’t, but maybe it’s time to let my guard down and stop over analyzing everything.
Maybe it’s time to let myself live in the moment.
“Imagine how good it could feel if you surrendered to me,” he says softly as if he just read my mind. He shouldn’t be holding my hand under the warm water like this, and I don’t know what’s about to happen, but I don’t think I like it. Or maybe I do?
Why aren’t I pulling my hands away?
Reed leans in so close to me that I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck, the soft scrape of his stubble against the side of my face as we continue to caress the rolling pin, long strokes from one end to the other and he squeezes my fingers even harder when we get to the very top.
Oh, sweet Lord.
Is this the way he likes it? Is this the way he likes to be touched? Is this the way he touches himself?
“Let’s find out how good it can be.” His teeth scrape my earlobe, and then I swear to god his warm tongue comes out of his mouth and he licks my neck. “Imagine I’m getting close, and it’s your fingers that are going to send me over the edge. Make me come for you, Brin.”
I’m so shocked by his tongue, and his filthy words, and by the sudden warmth that rushes straight to my core that I’m completely at his mercy.
It feels so good. No. It feels amazing. All I can hear is my heavy breathing, Reed’s heat and hard flesh pulling me under his spell. I’m lit up from head to toe and I never want the feeling to end.
But it does.
Ruth walks back into the kitchen, and Reed immediately takes a step away from me, leaving me cold and empty in his absence.
He turns his back to his mother while he finishes putting the plates away in the overhead cupboard. I drop the rolling pin into the water, causing a huge splash of frothy white bubbles to explode all over the front of my blouse, and yes… the imagery couldn’t be more textbook.
Ruth looks up from the magazine she’s holding in her hands. “You alright, honey?”
“Yes. Fine,” I mutter. “Sorry.”
I hear Reed chuckle under his breath, and I could kill him right now with how smug he’s being. Ruth doesn’t pay either one of us much attention though. I can tell by the dark circles beneath her eyes that she’s getting tired. Reed must notice too because before I know it, he’s taking out her medication from the drawer and handing her a cup of water.
