The need from the other night had already returned, but we didn’t act on that yet. Reid took his time with me. We made out on the couch for what could have been hours, for all I cared. I could do this forever. We were kind of slowly melting into his couch, so when he finally pulled up for air, he was hovering above me, knee pressed between my legs. I wanted him to stop being so restrained and press his entire body against me.
“Do you…”
“What?” I encouraged, when his words trailed off.
“Do you want to see my room?”
I smiled, my lips deliciously sore. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
He stood up and held out his hand for me, easily lifting me to my feet. He didn’t let go of my hand as he led me down the one hallway I hadn’t dared to walk down yet.
Reid had never said it was off-limits, but I didn’t want to overstep or seem like I was snooping. But Ihadbeen curious. I’d almost wandered down here the other day while he was out but made myself resist.
“This is the office,” he said as we passed an open door on the right.
“Where all the investigative work gets done?” I asked, wiggling my fingers at him.
“It’s nothing exciting,” he added.
That was an understatement. The walls were white, the desk was wood, the office chair was plush, and that was about it. Absolutely zero personality had been injected into the room. When I looked from the room to Reid, he was scratching the back of his neck, looking self-conscious.
“I think we should make another trip to the thrift store.”
He sagged and looked down at me. “I’d like that.”
We moved on to the last door. This room was plain too, with everything put away in two dressers. No artwork. But the comforter was plaid, in blues, greens, and oranges.
“Wow, color!” I let go of his hand and flung myself onto the perfectly made bed.
“Regan got that for me,” he admitted. “When I went off to college and she was, like, eleven. I’ve never had the heart to get rid of it.”
“I love it.”
I realized then that I was on his bed, and he was hovering over me. The want returned like a wave. He looked good, standing above me in his cute little sweater. And the way he constantly squinted without his glasses was adorable.
“So, I’m finally seeing your room,” I said.
“Finally,” he repeated.
“And now that I’m here? On your bed?”
He shook his head, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “Now that you’re here…and on my bed…I’d really like to do something about that.”
“I’d really like you to do something about that, too.” I propped myself up on my elbows as he took a step closer. He put one knee on one side of me and his hands to my waist. I let out a tiny yelp when he pulled me up further on the bed.
Then he kissed me, and it was perfect again. All my anxiety was erased.
This felt scary-good. I wanted more. I wanted his entire being to consume my entire being. Was that healthy? Probably not. But I felt so safe with him.
His lips moved to my cheek and then down to my neck, where he continued to roam. My nipples hardened as soon as his chest gently brushed my sweater. The layers between us were suffocating. I pulled at the bottom of his sweater, desperate to get a glimpse at what was underneath. He broke away from my neck and helped me pull it off. I was rewarded with my first glimpse of shirtless Reid, lean and muscular andsoft at the same time. My breath hitched when his fingers traced the bottom of my own sweater. “Can I?”
I nodded, too eagerly, but I didn’t care. Reid’s hands gripped the hem and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in only my bra. A plain black one, thankfully. Not my cutest piece of lingerie, but it could have been a hell of a lot worse. Wait…what underwear did I have on?
Reid’s jaw clenched as he took me in.
“Come back.” I grabbed for his biceps and lowered his body to mine. The first contact of his skin on mine made me shiver.
He trailed gentle kisses along my neck, nipping ever so slightly when he got to my collarbone. He shifted us both back on the bed, the movement allowing him to finally press into me. I moaned and arched my hips to get more friction against him.
