Not anymore.
The reasons I used to have for disliking him, namely the man-whoring and the irritating jokes, are gone. He says he hasn’t been with a woman in months, and I believe him. Living with him has shown me that there’s so much more to him than I first thought. The jokes remain, but I kind of like them now, not that I would admit that to him. But him? Who he is. The way he’s so passionate about fighting for justice. The way he cares so deeply about others, about his sister.
There is so much more to Reed than I ever gave him credit for.
“What if I don’t stop?” I whisper, grinding back harder against him, reveling in the low groan that rumbles inside his chest.
“Then you need to understand something, Harley.” His voice is strained as I circle my ass over his cock again.
“What’s that?” I let out a small moan as his arms flex around me and his cock jerks.
He moves one hand up, so it’s clasping my chin, keeping my lips in a position millimeters from his.
“Once you let me touch you, there’s no going back.”
There’s fire in his eyes. A promise of so much that I almost want to plead and beg for him to show me just what he means.
Show me exactly what no going back with Reed Walker looks like.
I hold his eyes, more aroused than I’ve ever felt before in my life as I fight to keep my voice even.
“Reed?” I whisper against his parted lips as his fingers tighten around my chin.
“Yes, Angel?”
I flutter deep in my core at the way his voice drags out the word.
Angel.
I keep my eyes fixed on his face as I slowly place my palm over his other hand, which is against my hipbone, and slide it underneath the hem of my top, inching it higher and higher until our joint hands graze the underside of my breast.
Reed holds his breath, his thumb resting against the curve.
Waiting.
“I want you to touch me everywhere,” I say against his lips. “Touch me all over and don’t miss a single part of me.”
Chapter thirteen
Harley
“Touchmeeverywhere,Reed.I want to feel your fingers on me tomorrow, and the day after, and next week… I want you to touch me, so I never forget what it feels like.”
“Holy fuck,” he groans as he slams his lips to mine at the same time his hand pushes up and cups my breast roughly.
I open to him, moaning into his mouth as he kisses me with the skill and passion I knew he would, his tongue seeking out mine and claiming me. Making my mouth his own. Every curve of my lips, every flick of my tongue, all now his to do with as he pleases as he holds me still, with a vise-like grip on my chin.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” His lips move along my jaw as he tilts my head back to give himself access. Then he runs his hand down to my throat and curls his fingers around my windpipe, holding me in place as his mouth finds my ear. “So fucking long,” he murmurs.
He has?
I whimper as he squeezes my breast and then rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Reed,” I moan, unable to do much else. He has me pinned in place as he begins to plant fiery kisses down the side of my neck. The hand caressing my breast makes my nipple ache to feel his hot mouth engulfing it. “Please.”
“Please what, Angel? What do you want?” His lips continue their trail down to the juncture of my neck, and he bites hard enough to make me moan out loud before sucking and kissing the tender skin.
“I want your mouth,” I whimper.