Yeah, Reese had said a lot of things last night, things that had made her feel good and wanted, warm and desired, but had that just been the alcohol talking?
She sat at the kitchen table, finished off her lunch before she had to get ready for work, and thought about what would happen if she just admitted to Reese how she felt. And what if she came clean with her father and Ginny? What if things progressed with Reese in a way Lake had been fantasizing about for a long time? Would they talk to their family together?
God, it seemed too much to even think about, especially when she didn’t even know where she stood with Reese.
Rising from the table, she rinsed off her dishes and put them in the dishwasher. She headed out of the kitchen, but before she made it to the stairs, the front door opened and Reese walked in. He stared at her as he closed the door behind him. The way he looked—lethal, gorgeous, and intent on keeping his focus on her—had her body lighting up like it had been set on fire.
“Lake...” He said her name softly.
She licked her lips, twisted her hands together, and knew that although she didn’t have to bring this up now, there was no time like the present.
“Ginny and your dad are still gone?”
She swallowed, and then nodded. “They’re not due back for hours.” Their overnight trip last night had been a little date retreat, something for the two of them. But right here and now she and Reese were alone.
He nodded and moved closer. His jaw was clenched tightly, his dark eyes watching her thoughtfully. “I did a lot of thinking about ... us and last night.”
She nodded, not knowing what to say or do all of a sudden. Would he tell her it was a mistake? He moved closer still, and she found herself moving back a step. The banister stopped her retreat, but she didn’t know what she was running from.
Staring at him, smelling him, hell, just being in his presence instantly had a wave of arousal slamming into her.
He wore a button-down shirt and well-worn jeans. He looked good ... really good in fact. Her panties instantly became wet, and her nipples beaded up in arousal. Neither said anything for several seconds. Then he moved a step closer.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about last night, Lake, about how we need to talk about it, but then I saw you standing there, and I swear it’s like all common sense left me. It seems all common sense leaves me when you’re near,” he said almost to himself, softly, low and deep.
God, had she been thinking about last night, too, about where they stood, but she knew how he felt about the whole common sense leaving. Before he said anything else or she could respond, he wrapped his arms around her, brought her body close to his much larger, harder one, and kissed her like it was the last thing he would ever do.
She should have gotten lost in the kiss, but her mind reeled about what was happening right now in her father and Ginny’s house, and what they’d done last night.
But his expert kisses had her warming to everything, melting against him, and pushing her worries aside. He nipped at her lips until she felt the blood rush to the surface. Soon her thoughts turned toward what he was actually doing to her, how he was turning her on and making her feel owned.
With his expert moves and big, masculine fingers, he started to unbutton her shirt. He slipped his hand inside the opening of the material and cupped one of her breasts. He never ended their kiss as he touched her and brought her to the brink of coming right there for him.
He started rubbing his thumb along her nipples, causing the bud to tighten further and poke through the thin material of her bra. Hell, it probably felt like a rock against his fingers. A gasp left her when he pinched her nipple and started biting at the base of her throat.
“Lake,” he moaned against her flesh. “I don’t want to stop this. I don’t want to hide this from anyone. I want to be with you, and call me crazy, but it’s the damn truth.”
She opened her mouth and exhaled. “I want that, too. I think I’ve wanted that for a while now, Reese.” But they also could not do this right now without talking to Ginny or her dad, or really talking with each other about what this meant.
She pushed him away with her hands on his pecs. “We can’t do this right now. We haven’t talked about last night.” She pushed him gently again, although that was the last thing she wanted.