“But it’s not a power trip…”
“Nah,” he says. “It’s not about power, it’s about pleasure. Making you drip for it, and come so hard you forget your name—I love it. I like being in charge and knowing what gets you off. And I like being so attuned to what you need that I know exactly how to pull you apart and hold you together.”
My throat catches. “That’s what it felt like.”
“Yeah.” His fingers lace with mine at my stomach. “It felt like that for me, too.”
It’s quiet for a beat, both of us tangled together, breathing in sync.
“And I also like the sound you make when I tellyouwhat to do for once.”
Heat crawls up my spine, lingering somewhere behind my ribs.
“Jesus,” I whisper.
“Not quite,” he says, and I laugh sleepily.
Neither of us attempts to speak after that; we just lie there, skin to skin, our hearts slowly calming.
His hand eventually unlinks from mine and settles warm on my hip.
“Sleep, Havoc.”
I don’t protest. For the first time in what must be too fucking long, I let myself fall asleep with someone holding me.
***
When I wake, the light in the room is darker, and the air smells like sweat and sex and men’s cologne. I blink blearily as I lift my head, still a little disoriented.
Reid is still beside me.
Correction: Reid isawakebeside me. And watching me.
One arm is tucked under his head, the sheet slung low across his hips, those ridiculous lashes framing eyes that shouldn’t look so blue at this hour of the night in a dim bedroom.
“You stare at all your one-night stands like that?”
One of his eyebrows lifts. “Only the ones who snore.”
“Idon’tsnore.”
“You do,” he says. “Very softly. Like a tired little chipmunk.”
I shove at him, but he’s solid and smug and completely unfazed.
The silence stretches again, but it feels different now. I tug the sheet higher up my chest, suddenly aware that we’re both still very naked. The high of earlier is wearing off, replaced with the reality of what we did creeping in.
Shit.
This can’t happen again.
“I should…” I clear my throat. “I should probably get up. Shower and pretend this never happened.”
Reid’s face doesn’t change. “Sure.”
My stomach dips because I can’t tell if he’s agreeing or waiting.
“So this was…” I trail off, purposefully avoiding his eyes.
