But she doesn’t.
I pull my face back an inch, making her chase my lips. “Beg for it, Lila.”
She clamps one hand on my shoulder and the other around my nape, preventing my retreat. “One thing you should know about me, Reed.”
“What’s that?”
Her palms seductively travel from my shoulders down my chest and back up again. “I’m not the naive submissive little doll you used to play with.”
My dick strains at the back of my zipper as blood rushes south. “Oh no?”
Holding the blazing eye contact, she drags the tiny tip of her nose across mine. “I don’t beg. I take what I want.”
“And what do you want, Lila?”
Her hands dive deeper this time, heading under my jacket toward my waist. There’s fire in their wake, scorching through my thin shirt to singe my abs. They clinch on reflex. She fiddles with my belt buckle, making her intentions clear. “If you don’t know by now, you don’t deserve it. And that makes me reassess what I thought I wanted.”
Fucking hell.
Lila’s right about one thing—she’s light-years away from the timid young woman she used to be.
Following her lead, I allow my hands the privilege of exploring her body. Above the waist.
Until she begs for more.
“Oh, I knowexactlywhat you want, cookie. I just want you to say it.”
Her eyes flash, and a shy smile plucks along the curve of her lips. “Haven’t heard that nickname in a while. Can’t recall the last time I ate a cookie, so I’m not sure it fits anymore.”
Seizing the opportunity to twist the sentimental moment into something more carnal, I tease, “You know I’m good at making it fit.”
As I’d hoped, the innuendo makes her breathing sharply increase, and her hands grow more frenzied. “Reed, you’re doing it again.”
If she keeps groping me like that, I’ll end up dragging her out of the car and bending her over the hood. Her naughty hands are everywhere except where I want them most.
I move my palm down along her body, skimming her breast with the side of my thumb. “Doing what?”
“Playing with me.”
With her eyes wide open and burning into me, she rests her mouth against mine, lips slightly parted. Not pressing, claiming, or commanding in the slightest. I wouldn’t even call it a kiss. It’s simultaneously less and more than that. Feels like she’s testing me, attempting to break my restraint. As if she knows I won’t hold out much longer in my quest to make her beg.
And it’s so fucking hot.
I used to love how timid and sweet she was. The submissive version of Lila Kent was everything I thought I wanted. Turns out, this side of her is even more enticing.
She adds a sweetener when I don’t give in after a few torturous seconds. One of her hands sinks down and cups my impossibly hard cock over my pants. Her boldness shocks me almost as much as when she dropped an F bomb earlier.
Resistance snapping, I cup her cheeks and roughly work my mouth over hers. My tongue delves between her pillowy lips, getting my first taste of her in five years. It’s nowhere near enough.
I get onlyoneof those breathy moans I’ve been craving from her before she stiffens and pulls herself out of my grasp. She visibly shuts down, attempting to reaffix her mask.
The kiss ended almost as soon as it began.
My lips and tongue would cry if they had tear ducts. My dick’s already weeping.
Somehow, Lila manages to appear unaffected. And slightly bored. “Reed, we don’t have time for this. I lost my head for a minute, but we need to hurry before Silas leaves.” She expels a silent puff of air through her rounded lips, still slick from our brief kiss.
Shifting in my seat, I wipe my palms along the tops of my thighs, trying to erase the feel of her body. “Fi-i-ne.” My voice cracks like I’m a pimply-faced teen, so I clear my throat and try again. “Fine. Let’s go. I’ll be right behind you. You still have my phone number, right?”
