Reese wraps an arm around me, tugging me closer.
He feels so incredibly good, with my body mashed to him, his muscles flexing and tightening against me. He smells incredible too and tastes so delicious I never want to stop kissing him. Last night, I'd kind of thought he was one of those jerks who loves to say suggestive things to embarrass me, but this morning I've decided he's not like that. He helped me make breakfast. How many guys would do that? He makes me laugh, like when he smeared whipped cream across his upper lip and called it his "old man mustache" and invited me to "give it a lick." He grinned when he said that, so I knew he was teasing.
But I'd wanted to do that.
Reese Dixon is gorgeous and hotter than hot, sexier than any guy I've ever dated.
He shifts a hand to my ass, massaging it while he groans into my mouth.
I'm so ready for more, aroused by his kiss and his body and his... everything, to the point that I want to rip his clothes off, drag him to the floor, and screw his brains out.
He did pass my first test by not getting annoyed with my kooky antics.
Reese lets go of me and staggers backward a couple steps. His eyes are wide. His mouth gapes open while he shakes his head at me. "I can't do this. Chance... Elena... I promised..." He shakes his head harder, almost frenetically. "This is too wrong even for me. I'm sorry."
"Elena's my best friend, but she doesn't decide who I kiss." I hesitate for only a second before I say, "Or who I sleep with."
Though he still gapes at me, his brows squish together in the cutest expression of total confusion. "You want to sleep with me?"
And his voice jacks up so high on the last word that he almost squeaks it. Which is even cuter.
I giggle, because he's so darn lovable like this, not the cocky Brit who can't believe I'm a virgin, but simply a guy who's baffled by the fact I want him.
His eyes narrow, and his mouth slants into a smirk. "You dare to laugh at me? If we slept together, you'd never snicker at me again. I'm fantastic."
Yeah, I laugh some more, a little louder now. "You're just the cutest."
"Cute?" His smirk kicks up into a sly smile, and there's humor shimmering in his blue eyes. "You do realize I'll have to prove to you how not cute I am. And we will be naked while I'm providing that proof."
"I'd love that." I move closer, stopping a few inches from him, gazing up into his eyes. "I want you, Reese."
His playful cockiness fades away, replaced by a softer, surprised expression. "We met last night. Why would you want to have sex with me?"
"Do you have any idea how long I've been resisting the urge to get naked with a guy? It wasn't super hard, until now." I inch even closer, resting my palms on his chest. "Until you showed up and scared the shit out of me."
He sets his hands on my hips. "I'm not the relationship sort. If we do this, I won't stick around to cuddle with you or meet your family or any of that bollocks."
I smile. "You have to stick around. We're living in the same apartment."
"Well..." He steps back, drawing out a distance between us so my hands fall away from his chest. "I've been thinking I ought to get a room in a hotel."
"You mean Chance told you to move to a hotel."
I love Elena, so if she thinks Chance is amazing, then he must be. Elena wouldn't be marrying him otherwise. But Chance Dixon has no right to decide with whom I share an apartment or whether I screw that someone or not. So what if Reese is Chance's brother? It's still none of his beeswax.
From the moment I saw Reese, I wanted him. He's beyond sexy. And I'd decided before I left Ecuador that I want to get rid of this pesky virginity. I've waited a super long time to pop that cherry, and I don't want to wait one day longer.
Maybe nine months in a faraway country has made me a touch boy crazy.
"Please don't leave," I say. "I got back from Ecuador two days ago, and I haven't really had anyone to talk to in months. The family I lived with down there was nice, but it's not the same as having a real friend. You're fun. Sometimes full of yourself, but yeah, fun. I'd love for you to stay."
He regards me for a minute, his lips twisting this way and that, his fingers curling and uncurling.
When I think he's about to say he's leaving, he sighs and throws his hands up. "Fine. I'll stay. But I cannot have sex with you, Arden. My brother will have my hide if I do."
"Nobody needs to know. It can be our secret."
"Chance will know. Trust me." Reese ambles to the sofa and collapses onto it, then pats the cushion beside him. "Sit. Let's... talk or whatever. You should find out who I am before you toss your virginity in my lap."