My jaw drops. “Did you just spank me?”
Reid pulls my panties to the side and slides his handbetween my legs. “Did you like it?” he asks as his fingers glide along my soaking wet pussy. “Feels like you did.”
I can’t think of a quick retort because my brain is too busy dealing with the sensations making my lower belly twist with want and need, and so much urgency. My groan of objection transforms into a low, throaty rasp as he plunges his fingers inside me. I brace my arms against his back so I have enough leverage to press my hips forward. I grind against his hand.
“Lost your tongue, Viper?”
“No!”
Reid pumps his fingers in and out, plunging deep and making my muscles clench and unclench around him. Tingles ripple up my spine. I’m lost to the sensation, so it takes a moment before I notice Reid’s stopped on the second floor. We’re wasting time. I want him on top of me, inside me, under me, behind me. I want him every damn which way.
“What are you waiting for?” I pant.
“I was hoping you’d tell me where your room is.” He’s trying to sound nonchalant, but there’s a strain to his voice.
I roll my eyes. “If you hadn’t been distracting me, we’d be fucking by now.”
Reid nips the fleshier part of my thigh with his teeth. He licks where he’s bitten then sucks hard until I’m groaning again. “Noted,” he says.
“Fine. Turn left and it’s the fifth door on your right.”
“Which is Jason’s room?”
“Opposite side of the house,” I say as Reid heads towards my room. “He was next door, but he plays his video games throughout the night and all that yelling and screaming drove me mad.”
“Let’s hope it’s not your screaming he gets to complain about next.”
“You think you can make me scream?” I ask as Reid carries me into my bedroom.
He folds me down onto the mattress, then turns to close and lock the door. He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he stalks back to the bed. “Absolutely,” he promises. “And it’ll be my name you’re screaming.”
“I’ve screamed asshole plenty of times,” I say with a smirk. “Almost exclusively at you.”
“Not good enough,” he says as he drops down onto the bed. “I want full exclusivity.”
Reid’s legs settle between mine, and as he leans over, his shirt falls open. My fingers itch to trace the defined ridges of his chest, but I hold back because… well, because the anticipation is making my body sing and I’m enjoying teasing Reid too much.
“It’s only me you get to call asshole from now on,” Reid continues, and there’s an edge to his voice despite the playful tone. “Let me be your everything, Quinn. Because you’re fast becoming mine.”
My breath stills. I think my heart does too. Fuck. I see the fall and I need to step back. We can’t do this. Not now. It’s the wrong time. The wrong place. The wrongeverything. Don’t do this to me, Reid, I want to say. But I can’t because he’s staring at me with those bright green eyes that pierce my soul.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try again. “No, no, no,” I mumble under my breath.
Blake comes first. She has to.
Annoyance bubbles inside me and when it breaks the surface, it solidifies into anger. I snap open my eyes. “I see what you’re doing, Reid. You couldn’t force me to abandonmy plan so now you think you can seduce me instead.” I slam my hands against his chest. “You fucking asshole!”
I’m going to push him away. I swear I am. But the second my fingertips make contact with his skin, a shudder runs through my body and my resolve shatters. My hands go to his neck, then up to his scalp to grab a fistful of hair.
“Listen, and listen good,” I tell him. “I want you. My body wants you. But don’t even think about making me catch feelings for you, Reid. Make my world better today, but don’t ask me for tomorrow.” The words catch in my throat. “I can’t give it to you. And you certainly can’t take it.”
Reid flinches, then drops his forehead to mine. “One day isn’t enough,” he whispers.
I have to swallow hard. “I know. But tomorrow’s problems can wait. I can’t. Please. Give me beautiful, short-lived, spectacular joy,” I beg. “I need you in the now. It’s as far as I dare look.”
Reid’s nose brushes against mine as his mouth ghosts my lips. There’s hunger and desperation in every breath we share, but this moment is too intense to rush. We keep our eyes open, too close to see each other clearly, and yet I feel completely seen.
I lick along the sharp line of his mouth and his lips part. My tongue explores deeper, but as I swipe and tease, Reid doesn’t respond. He’s resisting. He knows he can’t keep his prize, and he’s struggling with that.
