“Like this. With your lips so close to mine like that.”
He pushes the flannel off of my shoulders and moves his lips slowly against my sunburnt skin. I arch into his touch as he asks, “Should I kiss you everywhere else first to get you more comfortable?”
All I can do is nod. His voice is thick—melodic—it mixes in with the quiet music effortlessly.
I’m transfixed.
Reid is hovering over me now, and I let my hands trail up and over the hard muscles of his back. That must inspire him, because he moves to look at me. “I love it when you blush like that. So pretty and pink for me.”
If I wasn’t already, I’m definitely wet now. I squirm a little, and the flimsy metal chair creaks under my weight. It pulls me back into my head, which is exactly where I don’t want to be right now. I reach for the waistband of his pants, hoping if I rush into this I won’t get scared and run.
He pushes my hand away and back up to his back. “What did I say about patience, Blondie?”
I would have never guessed he talked like this. My daydreams don’t compare to the real thing. His lips move lower and lower, until he’s slipping the straps of my tank top down my shoulders.
Reid’s moving so slow it’s tortuous. He stops entirely once he gets my tank top down to my belly button and stands up to admire me from afar. His voice is stern. “Addie.”
I start to cover up, but he firmly places my hands at my sides. “No, don’t hide the view.” My blush is back, but he keeps going, staring at me with an intensity I’ve never seen from him. “Where have you been hiding these?”
A giggle escapes my lips, and I pull myself out of the chair, fighting the urge to cover up as I saunter over to him. The fire is casting a soft glow on us, and it makes the moment that much more special. He spins me in a circle to the beat of the song we forgot about, and I scramble to pull my flannel around myself.
He twirls me and pulls me tight against his chest so my ass is grinding into his cock. “Addie, you don’t have to be self conscious. Do you feel what you do to me?”
I should probably talk, but I genuinely can’t form words right now. Instead, I turn to face him and crash my lips to his. It’s searing—seeping into parts of me I didn’t know existed. He pulls away, and I wince a little as his tongue moves expertly up the column of my neck—it sends shock waves through me.
Reid punctuates every word with a kiss. “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you all summer.”
This time, I cup his chin and force him to look at me. “You have?”
His signature smirk is back. He declares, “Addie, I’ve been thinking about fucking you since high school. Longer, if I’m honest.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
He shrugs. “I wasn’t good enough for you. I’m still not. Plus, I didn’t realize you liked me until Whistler.”
I’m baffled, and my face must show it because he kisses me gently before saying, “You are so beautiful, Addie. You’re smart and funny. There’s no one quite like you. You don’t have any idea how perfect you are.” He punctuates the declaration with another kiss.
I’m staring up at him, dumbfounded.
He’s rubbing his temples. “You really don’t see it, do you?” Reid pauses before continuing, “You’re always so selfless, but not in a way that makes anyone feel bad. You make sure people are comfortable, happy, even if it means you’re not. You do things even when you’re terrified of them. You keep trying even when it seems like there’s no hop?—”
Cutting him off, I kiss him this time. I miss his mouth at first, and I almost give up, but the soft pressure of his hand at the nape of my neck encourages me. I gently slide my tongue across his bottom lip. It tastes just like I imagined—a little earthy with some sweetness underneath.
He pulls back and stares at me intensely. “I can keep goingall night, you know. I love lots of things about you.” He’s licking those delicious lips as he stares down at my chest.
I feel so awkward with him doing all the talking. The men I’ve been with only kissed me once or twice and called it foreplay. I’m out of my depth. I want to finally spill all the things I love about him, but I’m too overwhelmed to form a sentence.
He walks us over towards the hood of Willa and presses me against the cool metal. “I couldn’t kiss you like I wanted to out there.”
Slowly, so slowly it’s almost painful, he trails kisses up the side of my neck again. This time they’re nipping, his teeth scraping ever-so-lightly against my hot skin. I’m writhing under him, grinding my hips towards his, but he won’t give in.
I’m breathless. “Reid. Please.”
He whispers in my ear after lightly biting my earlobe. “Not yet, Addie.”
Finally, his lips connect with mine. It’s slow at first, but quickly becomes feverish. I scoot myself up so the hood of the van supports me, and I wrap my legs around his hips. He pauses to raise an eyebrow. “Feisty, aren’t we?”
“I’m sick of not taking what I want.”
