Amusement bubbled through me. “Hm. I’m thinking that they’re probably already there but hiding beneath fat. Do ye want me to add it to the list?”
Reid went rigid, clapping a hand over his mouth. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
He went to climb off me, but I gripped his waist to hold him in place. “What are ye apologising for, sweetheart?”
“Because I got distracted during sex,” he muttered, mortified. “Here you are, half-dressed, my hands pressed against you, and I’m wondering how muscles are formed. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
Nope. Not having that.
Moving my hand to the back of his head, I rolled us again. Boxing him in with my forearms, I glared down at him. “There’s nothing wrong with ye, Reid.”
He squirmed, not meeting my eyes. “But I got distracted.”
“So?” I softened my voice. “I get distracted whenever you’re nearby, Reid.”
He huffed. “That’s not the same.”
“It is. I don’t just get distracted by how you look or smell. I get distracted when you smile, because I want to know what caused it so I can make it happen again. The smallest of noises can capture my attention in case it’s someone about to attack. I’m constantly thinking about the future and what might arise to cause you stress or upset, and how to alleviate it. I’m always distracted around you, Reid.”
His eyes were wide. “That sounds exhausting.”
“It’s not,” I said firmly, “because it’s given me asense of purpose unlike anything I’ve known before. But do you know what’s most distracting?”
“What?”
“When you get angry at yourself for something you can’t control.” I gave him a pointed look. “I like ye, Reid. All of ye. That includes when ye get distracted mid-task. When ye get fixated on something and forget that anything else exists. The endless knowledge you hoard on subjects I didn’t even know could be interesting.”
His lips twitched. “It’s not interesting to anyone but me.”
“That’s where yer wrong.” I lowered my head to kiss along first one cheekbone, then the other. “It interests me because it interests you. And trust me, sweetheart,youare the most interesting thing of all.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” His words dissolved into a groan as I tugged on his earlobe with my teeth. “As will that. Do that again.”
I drew more moans from him with his other ear before kissing my way down the front of his neck. “I can’t get enough of kissing you.”
“Then don’t.” He shoved at my shirt impatiently. “But do it with less clothes on.”
I laughed, letting it fall from my shoulders. “As ye wish.”
“And the rest,” he rasped, his eyes hooded as he watched me hungrily. “I want ye naked, Evan.”
I got to my feet and kicked off my joggers and boxers. “I know yer in charge, but you are going to let me see you too, right?”
He stretched, smirking mischievously. “Depends.”
Completely naked, I threw one leg over him, straddling his hips. “On what?”
“On if you’re going to get me naked.”
I smirked, my hands going to the collar of his T-shirt. “You know, you look really good in my clothes.”
His lips twitched. “I do?”
“Aye.” I adjusted my grip. “How about I make you a deal? For every item of yours that I ruin, I’ll give you one of mine.”
Reid’s smile was shy. “That, I can get on board with.”
God, the things this man did to me. I was falling fast with no idea how to stop it.
