“I thought of you when I put it on tonight,” I admit.
A light dances over his face, highlighting his chiseled jaw and sharp cheekbones. Music thumps, matching the pulse in my throat and between my legs. I slip my hands into the back pockets of Reid’s pants. The movement brings his hips flush to my stomach, and I can feel it.
Hard and pulsing. Pushing against the fabric and straining at the confinement. I smile and look up at him through my lashes. “I don’t really feel like dancing.”
Reid’s eyes heat as he arches a brow. “Oh you don’t, now?”
I bite my lip, drawing his attention to it, and shake my head. There’s too many eyes on us. I don’t think I can allow myself to let loose with them all staring.
And plus, all the thoughts currently running through my head do not need an audience.
His body practically vibrates beneath my palms, telling me he likes this idea just as much as I do. “Are you sure your friends won’t mind if you leave early?”
Marley and Sara are in their own world still up at our table, and when I catch Nicole’s eye as she’s caught up in theswell of bodies moving to the music, she simply looks between myself and Reid and winks at me. “Doubt it,” I chuckle.
Before I can barely finish talking, Reid is already whisking me by the hand away from the crowd and out to his car.
22
Aspen
We’re a flurry of rushed hands and stumbling feet once we get to Reid’s house. I don’t even have time to marvel at the size of it, the beauty of it, as he grabs the backs of my thighs and hoists me up. I tangle my arms around his neck while he walks us upstairs. My mouth fuses to his the entire way, and I’m too lightheaded with desire to worry about the fact that he can’t see where he’s going.
But he doesn’t falter.
We get to his bedroom, or what I assume is his bedroom, and he tosses me onto his bed. I squeal, landing with a soft thud, and splay my arms out against the cool comforter beneath me. It’s a stark contrast to my heated skin. I quickly take stock of the room. Simple white bedding, neutral wall decor, no decorative pillows. Clean, simple…boring.
So unlike the man standing in front of me. Reid looks massive as I lie in front of him, like a sacrifice on his altar. With slow, deliberate movements, he pulls his shirt over hishead and tosses it to the side. The muscles on his chest and abdomen ripple beneath the black ink of his tattoos.
I’ve never gotten a close enough look at them, but the most eye-catching one is a flame-encrusted bird stretching its wings beneath his pecs in the center of his chest.
It’s beautiful and intricate, almost sad and ferocious looking at the same time.
Kind of like him.
“You like the view?” His voice grates over my skin like the stubble on his chin.
My heart is in my throat, so I simply nod. Yes, I could stare at him all fucking day. At the strong lines of his body, the callouses on his hands, the richness of the brown of his hair.
He smirks, just the left corner of his mouth rising up, as he flicks open his belt. His pants join his shirt on the floor, and the outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs has my mouth watering.
God, it looks huge.
I’m not sure if he’s deliberately moving slowly or if I’m just seeing things in slow motion, but he crawls up the bed, body hovering over my own, not breaking eye contact with me the whole way. My core clenches around nothing and I brush my thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache between them.
Words sit at the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them as he slowly kisses his way across my collarbone. I should say something. Should stop him for a moment to warn him.
But every nerve in my body tunes into every place he presses his lips, and I don’t want this to stop. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. The need to feel him, to have his touch on me anywhere and everywhere.
I need it more than I need the air drawn into my lungson a shaky breath as he pushes up the hem of my dress to trail kisses from my stomach to the waistband of my underwear.
I grip the covers in tight fists. It’s almost impossible to lay still. My hips want to move, my fingers want to dig into his hair, my legs want to wrap around his waist and pull him close.
But Reid is taking the lead and I’m helpless to follow.
His mouth settles over my center, still covered by my underwear, and I gasp. My head shoots off the bed to watch him. His breath is hot and tongue insistent against the damned lace.
Take them off, I chant in my head.
