I’ve never felt so crazed. I want to make it as fucking unbelievable for him as it is for me, to give instead of just taking and taking, but I can’t think straight, can only hang on to him and let him lead me. My legs wrap tighter around him, our bodies slippery with sweat. I taste the salt of it on my lips, knowing it’s his. He’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
“Jade,” he pants. “I need to come inside you.” His words are so jagged, I can barely understand him, and I know I did that to him. That desperate quiver in his tone pushes me over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, violent. Blinding. My release is his permission, and he lets out his final, furious thrustswith a wordless, guttural groan in his throat. There couldn’t be a sexier sound.
We stand limp and frozen like that against the door for a long time, our chests fighting for space to breathe. Then he lets me down carefully but doesn’t let me go. His eyes are closed, but he’s smiling as he rests his forehead against mine. For the first time, there’s nothing more or less that I want from Reeve Dalton than what I have right now.
TWENTY-SIX
jade
Trepidation fillsme as soon I wake up. I open my eyes to Reeve’s sun-splashed bedroom, remembering why I feel this way: because I did what I swore I wouldn’t do with the one guy I swore I’d never give in to. And now I have to pay for it.
When I roll over amid the tangle of his soft cotton sheets, he’s not there.Good.I’m not ready to see the look on his face that tells me I’m just another of his conquests. Actually, I can’t imagine anything worse in this moment than looking into his eyes and not finding that sparkle that’s there every time he looks back at me.
I’m gathering my discarded clothes when the door opens and Reeve walks in wearing nothing but a low-slung pair of basketball shorts. My eyes zero in on his naked chest.Oh, right. That’s why I did what I swore I wouldn’t last night. And why I’d do it all again.
“Morning,” he greets me. Something beyond relief floods me when I look into his eyes and see nothing in them has changed.
“Hey.” I reach for my jeans near the door.
“Sorry you had to wake up alone. Coffee?” He holds out a steaming mug.
“Thanks. I don’t drink coffee, actually.”
He nods and sits on the edge of the bed while I turn my clothes outside in and try to think of something to say. For once, I’m at a loss for words. I’ve joked my way through many an awkward morning after, but this is new territory. This is my enemy-turned-friend who just gave me the best sex of my life. Normally I’d be focused on trying to get out the door with as little conversation as possible, but I’m anxious to know what’s on Reeve’s mind.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Of course. I’m fine.”
“I mean about what happened last night.”
“Totally. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“’Cause you seem pretty eager to escape.”
“I thought you’d want me out of here before Cam wakes up.”
“He’s already got his suspicions. Might as well confirm them. Besides, not like you’re not ready to run home and tell Lenni everything.”
“I won’t tell her if you don’t want me to.”
Reeve reaches for my hand and draws me close so I’m standing in front of him. “I wouldn’t ask you to lie to your best friend. I mean, they’ll find out sooner or later; you know, if we make this a regular thing.”
“A regular thing. What does that mean?”
He’s still holding on to my hand. I’m filled with trepidation as I wait for him to answer, but I don’t know what I’m afraid of. “It means I want you in my bed as many nights as I can get you. And in my shower. And my floor. And the back seat of my Bronco. What do you say to that?”
Yes,I think happily. He wants the same thing I do—more ofthis. More of us. “I’d say a regular thing sounds pretty fun with you.”
“Yeah.” He laughs. “It will be. I promise.”
I shouldn’t skipmy morning Spanish class, but I do. Reeve assures me I’ll learn a lot more lying in bed with him for an hour, and he’s right. By the time he’s done tracing every contour of my body with his fingertips, I know all the dirty words—and a few proper ones—for the parts of the anatomy they never mention in Spanish class.
He runs out to grab us some breakfast but quickly returns, asking for my car keys. “My Bronco’s not having it this morning,” he explains before heading out again. While he’s gone, I freshen up in the bathroom and then slide back into the comfort of his bed. I’m lying on his pillow and shamelessly breathing in his scent when I catch sight of something sparkling on the bedside table: my red earring. I have to close my eyes against the surge of happiness that comes over me.
Reeve’s back twenty minutes later with two breakfast sandwiches, a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows for me—“What do people drink in the morning if not coffee?” is his explanation—and Jeeve tucked under his arm.
“Jeeve was looking good on the dash of your car out there. Good thing the Bronco was acting up, otherwise someone might’ve come along and smashed in your window to make a grab for him.”
