“Such a gentleman,” Reid murmured as he stepped out into the chilly air.
“See? You’re learning things about me already.”
Reid laughed as we made our way up the path. “Aye, but having spent a few hours with your ma, I’m not surprised about that. I suspect she’d have your hide if she thought you were anything but a gentleman.”
“You’re not wrong there.”
Despite knowing the wards had been reinforced overnight, my wolf was on full alert. I swept our surroundings with my gaze as we walked, my body tense, ready to throw myself on Reid at a split second’s notice.
We made it to the front door without incident. It didn’t matter though. After last night, I suspected it’d be a long time before I could relax my guard around Reid when not on the main clan lands.
Reid began his usual pat down for his keys. “Oh fuck, where are they?”
“Here.” I fished them out of my own pocket. “I didn’t want them to go through the washing machine and tumble dryer. Sorry, totally forgot to give them back.”
“Thank you again for washing my clothes.” Henarrowed his eyes over his shoulder at me. “Unless this is where you tell me your ma did it?”
“Fuck no,” I said as he opened the door and stepped inside. “I may have a room there, but I’ve been doing my own washing for a few decades now.”
“Good to know you’re not a manchild.” Reid chuckled, toeing his shoes off. He looked at where I was stood on the doorstep and frowned. “Are ye not coming in?”
I shoved my hands into my pockets. “I didn’t want to assume. I can wait here if ye like.”
Reid rolled his eyes. “Don’t be an eejit. Get in. I’m not paying to heat the street.”
I grinned as I stepped in and closed the door behind me. “Just how much time did you spend with Ma?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re turning into her,” I said with mock seriousness. “That line is right out of her playbook.”
Reid smirked. “Oh dear, do we need to call Freud? Because if you’re attracted to someone who you think is like your mother…”
“God.” I winced, putting a hand to my stomach. “Please don’t ever put ‘attraction’ and ‘mother’ together in a sentence again unless you’d like to see the remnants of my last meal.”
Reid blushed. “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t assume you’re attracted to me either. I know you’ve offered me ‘stress relief,’ but that’s not the same thing.”
I backed him up so fast that his shoulders hit the wall. His hands came up to grip my shirt as I slid my thigh between his legs. My forearms boxed him in as I surrounded him completely.
Breathy gasps filled the few inches between our lips. Reid’s pupils were blown as his eyes fixed onmy mouth.
“I think it’s safe to say I’m attracted to ye,” I said huskily. “Or did ye forget the night on the sofa? When I made you come before covering you in my own release?”
“Maybe I’ve forgotten,” Reid whispered, his mouth drifting closer to mine.
I smirked, nipping at his jaw lightly. “Do I need to remind ye? Just say the word, Reid, and I’ll happily go to my knees for ye.”
Reid’s eyes were full of indecision as they flicked between my own. “We shouldn’t. It’s not a good idea.”
I’d have believed that if his hands hadn’t been sliding down the front of my shirt. If his fingers hadn’t circled one nipple and then the other. “Or it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.”
His pulse kicked up as his hands drifted further south. “Wouldn’t it complicate things?”
“Only if we let it.” It couldn’t get more complicated for me, not where Reid was concerned. “Look at it this way—you’ve had a stressful few weeks. Would a blow job make you feel better?”
His pink tongue moistened his lips. “When you put it that way…”
My mouth descended hungrily, crashing against his. Both of Reid’s arms came up around my neck as he whimpered. I pushed him harder against the wall as he ground against my thigh. When he tried to climb higher, my hands went behind his knees and lifted.
