Page 114 of Final Drive

The realization is so simple I almost laugh.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothing.”

“Cameron.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

Her hand slides around the back of my neck. “Good.”

I kiss her jaw, then the place beneath her ear, and let myself stop thinking.

The rhythm’s already there. We found it on the bike and neither of us lost it. Reese moves with me instead of against me, and when I slow down, she slows down too. When I lose it a little and drive harder, her nails dig into my shoulders and she pulls me closer. There’s no fear in her scent. No hesitation. Nothing I have to decode.

Just her.

Later I put my mouth against her jaw. “Where do you want the mark?”

She doesn’t even have to think about it.

“Somewhere Vance can’t put on a media wire.”

The laugh gets out before I can stop it, and Reese starts laughing too. It should probably ruin the moment. Instead she tightens around me and I have to bury my face in her neck until I get myself back under control.

“You’re a menace.”

“You like me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Enough to bite me?”

I lift my head. “Turn over.”

Her smile disappears.

Not because she’s scared.

Because she knows.

She rolls onto her stomach, then pushes herself onto her knees and looks back at me over her shoulder. I run my hand down the center of her back, following the line of her spine until my palm settles low, just above the curve of her ass.

She shivers.

“Here?”

Her eyes stay on mine. “There.”

I push back into her and her head drops with a low sound. My hand spreads between her shoulder blades while I give her a second to adjust, but Reese reaches back, catches my thigh and pulls.

“Not fragile.”

“I know.”

“Then stop treating me like I am.”

Fair.