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I could taste the common thread of our breath on the tips of each other's tongue.
The thudding of our combined heartbeats felt like the only music I wanted to hear.
"Do you ..." He let an unasked question linger in the air.
"Yes," I replied. "Yes."
I took his hand and led him into my apartment, oblivious to all the stares and murmurs around me. I didn't care. Tonight, I didn't give a damn.
The door closed behind us with a resounding thud. Reed pushed me against the wooden surface, narrowly missing the knob.
Our lips met in frenzied urgency, as if both of us had rehearsed this exact moment a hundred times in our heads.
"Reed," I whispered, running my hands over his broad back and feeling the curves of his muscles. "Reed."
He kissed me again, deeper, more intentionally. His tongue slid into my parted lips, claiming my own with a surety that only he could have felt.
My heart felt like a storm, all my emotions riding on edge. I lost my conscious ability to think and clung to Reed like he was my life raft.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his tone low and smooth, "so beautiful."
His touch felt like electric jolts running over my skin. The kiss escalated. He ran his lips and tongue down the nape of my neck to the little rounded hollow where it met my collarbones.
Warmth pooled between my legs. I responded with moans, utterly breathless.
Reed pulled me closer to him as he trailed a river of kisses over my shoulders.
I had underestimated the power he held. It was easy to see how he could command a room, a person, or a whole throng of people.
He cradled my head with his right hand while the other held me fast against him.
I unbuttoned his shirt clumsily, pulling it down and casting it aside so I could feel the bare ridges of his muscle with my fingers. Better than any man I'd ever had a sex dream about.
He shivered involuntarily. "Your hands are freezing, Junie."
I bit my lower lip and turned my blazing eyes up at him. "Maybe you can take care of that."
"You look good shirtless." I ran a finger down his bicep, and still holding his gaze, I pulled down the straps of my dress.
"And you look like you're my teenage fantasy come to life." He sighed ruggedly as he watched me strip.
He let out a raw chuckle when I stood in front of him in nothing but my bra and panties.
A little context—the chuckle could have been for two reasons. I had no idea I'd be getting laid tonight, or well, any night, so I hadn't exactly matched my underwear.
Think moss green lacy panties (these were my favorite) and a very comfortable T-shirt bra that looked like it'd sit better on my grandma.
I began laughing too. "I'm sorry," I said, trying to stop before I'd descend into hiccups. "I promise I wanted that to be really sexy."
"It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he replied, drawing me close once more. "You look a lot like my undoing."
His eyes grazed all over my body. He embraced me hungrily and ran his hands down my back, cupping my cheeks as we kissed once more.
Lifting me effortlessly, he placed me sitting in front of him on the dining table.
I instinctually wrapped my legs around him. I would never be able to bake without remembering this for the rest of my life, but it was worth it.
He was still in his trousers. I reached for his belt and fastenings, undoing everything one by one.
