“And hurt someone’s feelings?Never.Paisley had garlic breath for days once, and I finally blew and said your breath stinks.She wouldn’t stop crying.”
I shrug.“You could have said it better.”
“How do you tell someone that nicely?”
“I’m bored, let’s go brush our teeth?”
He laughs, and my eyes are drawn to the vein in his neck.“I guess it’s better than throwing a mint in someone’s mouth.”
I finish the last plate and decide to make a start on putting them away.I’m reaching up to put a glass on the top shelf, when Reid steps up behind me, his body brushing against mine.
“Here, let me,” he offers, taking the glass from my hand.
And just like earlier, before I changed my clothes, my entire body heats.I clear my throat and quickly slide out from in front of him.I bite my lip when I feel his flesh against mine, and quickly busy myself by grabbing the next lot of plates to be put away.
Reid chuckles.“Careful, Sunshine, anyone would think you were worried about being alone with me.”
I watch him from the corner of my eye as I bend over to set the plates down in their place.He cocks his hip against the counter, watching me—or more accurately, my arse.
I roll my eyes as I get to my feet.I turn to the man who turns me inside out, only to find him standing a little closer.I put on a front, not wanting him to know how much his close proximity gets to me.I run my hands along the marble top as I lean back into the counter.“Tell me, Reid Hayes; what makes you believe I’m worried about being alone with you?”
His smirk cuts through me, making me tingle in places I shouldn’t be.It’s dangerous to feel those things around him.Because Reid Hayes has a way of making you forget what is right or wrong, or what is good or bad.If anything, he makes me feel that being wrong is right, and being bad is good.I’ve only had a taste of what he can do.I’m scared of the power he will have over me if I let him take control.
My back hits the counter as he traps me in, placing his hands on the counter either side of me.“Because you avoid letting me get too close.Your cheeks flush when I watch you for a second longer than you are comfortable with,” he states as he lifts his hand to my cheek, brushing his thumb along the curve of it.“It’s hot as fuck in this kitchen, yet you’re so turned on by me, your nipples are erect.”
I slap his hand away when he brushes the back of his hand over my nipple.“Stop, Reid.I’m not interested.”
He grips my face, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to get my attention.His smoky green eyes pierce mine.“Don’t lie to me.You want me.”
“I want world peace and to eat as many donuts as I want.Doesn’t mean I’ll get those things or they’ll be good for me.”
It unnerves me how easily he can read me.He chuckles as he lifts me onto the counter, and before I have a chance to protest, his hands are running up my bare thighs, spreading my legs to make room for him.I’m pretty sure my eyes roll into the back of my head when I feel his erection press against my core.
This.
Him.
It makes me forget all of my morals, ideals, and integrity.He makes me want to scream fuck it to the universe and to my heart.
“Oh, it will beverygood for you.”
“So was the keyhole surgery I had when I was seventeen, yet it hurt like a bitch afterwards.”
“Why are you fighting this?”he whispers against the sensitive spot below my ear.
His hands run up my thighs, pushing my skirt along with it.The lace thong I’m wearing is the only thing in the way.His fingers skim along the crease, whilst his tongue flicks over the pulse in my neck, setting me on fire.I want him.I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone else.Being in a public toilet doesn’t matter.That I just broke up with my ex doesn’t matter.All I can think about is having him inside of me.
I moan, throwing my head back as the images of our past get thrown into the present, heightening all that I’m feeling.His lips are running along my jaw, and it’s only a matter of time before those lips are on mine.
I know the damage his kisses can do.
My eyelids fall closed as he roughly drags me to the edge of the counter, my core smacking against his stomach.
I meet his green eyes, staring at the flecks of gold in them, and forget why this is a bad idea.
My fingers fist the hair on the nape of his neck, needing some semblance of control as I slam my lips down on his.There is no hesitance, no composure, no voice in the back of my mind screaming at me that this is a bad idea.It’s just me.Him.Us.
Nothing about his touch is gentle either.The bobble pinning my hair back is pulled out so his fingers can run through my hair, gripping the strands until there’s a bite of pain.
