All the reasons I shouldn’t want him.
When the DJ slows it down, I turn to Reid, ready to suggest we take a break, but he reaches for me, offering me his hand. There’s a challenge in the arch of his brow and the slant of his lips. He thinks I’ll say no. I clasp my fingers with his and allow him to pull me close. I wrap my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed to the hard muscles of his chest like it’s no big deal—even though it so is—as we sway to the music.
“You weren’t kidding.” I look up at him from under my lashes, taking the opportunity to study his face. His cheeks are flushed and there’s a fine stubble lining his jaw, but it does little to detract from the fullness of his lips or the dimple I can’t stop thinking about. “About being a good dancer, I mean.”
“Parents made me take dance until I was twelve,” he admits, his breath hot against my cheek.
“You did not.” Although as soon as I say it, I remember Vaughn’s nickname: Twinkle Toes.
“Would I joke about wearing a leotard?” He wiggles his brows. “Trust me. There’s nothing more awkward than a twelve-year-old boy with raging hormones and a pair of ill-fitting tights.”
I laugh in spite of myself. I can totally picture it. “You probably loved it because it gave you a chance to show off your giant package.” Heat floods my cheeks, and I take a step back, dropping my hands to my sides. I cannot believe those words just came out of my mouth. “I didn’t mean that. I meant—”
“Oh, no you don’t.” He smirks and pulls me back into his arms, locking them around my waist. “I want to hear more about this giant package.”
“Yes, well, I actually meant to say giant ego.” God, I suck at lying. He can probably see right through me.
“Riiiight.You know, if you want to see my package, all you have to do is ask.” My nostrils flare, and I’m sure he knows I’m thinking about his giant cock—how could I not after that statement?—so he pushes the advantage. “I promised myself the next time we kissed, it would be because you were begging for it. But I’ve realized something. A real man doesn’t need a woman to beg. Hell, I should be groveling at your feet for another taste of sweet salvation.”
Sweet salvation.
Reid’s words land like a firestorm, obliterating all rational thought and melting my defenses. He’s the last guy I should want. Problem is, he’s the only guy my ovaries crave. I haven’t forgotten the way his lips worshipped mine or the feel of his thick arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. And all this dancing—if you can even call it that—has only increased the need to feel his mouth on mine, his tongue promising exquisite pleasure if I could just give myself over to the base instincts that connect us.
He watches me, eyes burning like a blue flame.
I should walk away. It would be the smart thing to do. But my feet are glued to the floor, making it impossible to move. I could blame it on spilled beer, but the truth is, I want this as badly as he does. Maybe more. The way he pressed his body to mine while we danced? I felt a hell of a lot more than the chiseled muscles of his abs. And I’d only be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy the length of his cock snug against the curve of my ass.
“Reid.” His name is barely a whisper on my lips, but it’s enough. I’m not sure which of us moves first. Hell, maybe we move at the same time. It doesn’t matter, because our lips are crashing together and he’s stroking my back, his fingertips sending a thrill up my spine as the rough pads skate over my bare flesh. Reid’s mouth is hot and greedy, slanting over mine possessively as his tongue darts in and out, sweeping across my own like a man without control. I tangle my fingers in his hair, losing myself in the pool of desire that wells up from deep in my belly.
When I finally pull back, gasping for breath, Reid brushes kisses across my cheek, along my jawline, and down my neck. I melt in his embrace, and it’s all I can do not to grind my pelvis against his, seeking relief for the rising tension between my legs. We should stop. There are hundreds of people in the bar, including our teammates, but it’s dark as hell and I can’t bring myself to care.
Not when Reid’s kissing me like this.
He captures my mouth again and our teeth grind together at the force of it. I’ve never been kissed like this and I know without a doubt that sex with Reid will be like nothing I’ve ever experienced before either.
He’s brimming with passion and while our kisses are frantic, there’s nothing sloppy about the way his mouth moves over my body or the way his fingers lace with mine as he raises our joined hands and presses a kiss to my inner wrist. My skin is on fire and there’s a bead of sweat between my breasts that wasn’t there when we were dancing.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says, pitching his voice low so only I can hear the words he whispers in my ear. His cool confidence rattles me and I freeze, certainlet’s get out of hereis code forlet’s fuck. After all, hadn’t I just been thinking the same thing? “I want you on your back screaming my name, Carter. And I think you want it too. The only question is, how long are you going to fight the chemistry between us?”
27
AUSTIN
The five-minute rideto the apartment complex feels like fifty with Carter sitting next to me in that tiny fucking skirt. Hell, I’m surprised she agreed to leave with me. I figured she’d bolt, but when she suggested we go back to her place, I wasn’t about to argue.
For once we’re on the same page.
I glance over at Carter. We’re sitting at a red light and she’s staring out the window, unusually quiet. Is she having second thoughts? Wouldn’t that be a kick in the balls? I reach across the console and lay a hand on her thigh, caressing the lean muscles that drive me wild. “What’s on your mind?”
Carter glances over, a mischievous smile curving the corners of her heart-shaped lips. She spreads her legs just a tiny bit wider. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex in a car.”
Fuuuck.
I’m so hot for her my dick will probably have a zipper imprint for the next week. A woman who knows what she wants is sexy as hell, and the last thing I want to do is deny Carter, but it’s not gonna happen. “Our first time isn’t going to be in the Jeep.” I slide my hand higher so my fingers scrape her inner thigh. “But there are plenty of other things we can do.”
The light changes and I press down on the accelerator as I slip my hand under her skirt. My knuckles slide across her center and Carter gives a small gasp of pleasure. She’s already wet. Me? I’m about to lose it in my pants like a fourteen-year-old. I shift in my seat, trying to adjust myself as I trace a line down the damp fabric of her panties with my finger. When Carter leans her head back and moans, I take it as an invitation to continue, sliding her underwear to the side and dipping my fingers between her slick folds.
Christ, she’s wet.
