Hunger is lit up between us like a flame, both of us scorching, fighting for a bit of relief.
There is no relief.Not when it comes to him.To us.It’s like our bodies are in sync with each other.
My hips move against his, needing more friction, more of him.
He slides my thong to the side, expertly swirling his thumb over my clit, whilst he slides in two fingers.
Fuck!
A mini orgasm tears through me, like my body has been starved of a sexual touch that only he can now feed.
I reach for him, needing him, but unlike past lovers, he seems to be turned on by finger-fucking me.My pleasure isn’t a chore or a step he needs to quickly rush through to get to the next step.It’s like he gets pleasure from my own.
“Take these off,” he rasps, tugging at the edge of my beige shorts.
“Can I finish getting a glass for my water, please?”Magnolia interrupts, closing the fridge.
Ice pours over me at her interruption and I push Reid away.“Um, I was just going to bed.”
She arches an eyebrow as she grabs a glass.“Seems to me you were going to be here a while.”
I jump down to the floor, barely glancing at Reid as I die inside of mortification.“Goodnight, Reid.Night, Magnolia.”
I race out of the kitchen, not stopping until I am in my room.
What had I been thinking?
He will only hurt me again.That’s how much power he has over me.Our encounter was brief the first night we met.It is barely a blip in time to most people.Yet it held so much significance to me.It had been colossal, monumental, and that blip of time had been so transformative to me.I had begun to question my judgement, lead with my head and not my heart after him.It also taught me that despite all the hurt I felt afterwards, it had been one of the greatest nights of my life.No one had ever captured my attention like he did before or after him.No one has ever made me feel as good as he could.I’ve never felt a connection like the one I feel with him.I did not settle after him.I knew my worth.
He did hurt me.He humiliated me, whether intentional or not, and I can’t risk that again.
Can I?
I slowly close the door to my room and take a few steadying breaths.
I tap my heated cheeks.“What am I doing?”I whisper to myself.
I got caught like a rebellious teenager by my cousin.In the kitchen.Where people eat.
My breath hitches when someone gently taps their knuckles against my door.“It’s me.”
I relax at Magnolia’s soft voice and dash over to the door to pull it open.I drag her inside, closing it softly behind her.“I am so sorry.I don’t know what came over me down there.Well, I know what came over me.I just don’t know why I let him get to me.I’m so sorry you had to witness that,” I rush out in one breath before finally taking one in.A thought occurs to me.“Why did it take you that long to make your presence known?”
She pushes her glasses up her nose.“To be honest, I wouldn’t have said anything.I mean, Mercedes got a drink and neither of you broke apart so I carried on with my business.”
I look heavenward.This is even worse.Not only did I not hear Mags, I didn’t hear Mercedes either.“How did I not notice?”
“I think you were occupied by a tall, dark, tattooed specimen of a man.Rightly so.”
“This isn’t me.I’m not this girl.”
“You mean the one who lets her hair down, gets a few orgasms and chills the fuck out after a long, stressful day?”
For a minute, I forget what we are talking about because my mind drifts back to earlier this morning.“Fucking hell, did that really happen today?”
She chuckles, rubbing the side of my arm.“It’s okay to want something good.”
I arch an eyebrow.“There is nothing good about fucking Reid Hayes.”
