Reid looks back at his mom. “Okay, then. Dinner it is.”
Ryleigh and Brynn meet us at the door. “Get cleaned up, jarhead. I can smell you from here,” Ryleigh says, “And hurry up. I’m starving.”
So am I.
Reid moves his eyes from his sister to me, then back to her. “I smell like a man. And you’re not the only one who’s hungry.” He licks his lips and winks at me.
She rolls her eyes. “TMI, loverboy.”
Reid shrugs and pulls my body up against his. I inhale a deep breath because I happen to like the way he smells. Then he heads upstairs for the world’s fastest shower.
During dinner, Reid never takes his hands off me. Whether it’s a subtle stroke of his fingertips on my bare shoulder, or a hand on my thigh during conversation, there is never a moment he isn’t touching me. I don’t think either one of us finished half our entrée.
The minute his sister drops us off at our apartment, Reid pulls me inside, not even taking the time to turn on the lights. As soon as his heel kicks the door shut, he has me across the room and backed up against the dining table with his hand inside my dress, slowly creeping up my thigh.
He grabs my hips and lifts me up onto the table, the cold hard surface a welcome contradiction to my scorching skin. He has my dress pulled all the way up to my stomach, exposing me from the waist down.
God, yes. I’m ready.
“No panties,” he smirks. “Fuck yeah.” He licks his lips at the sight of my swollen, pink flesh.
“Reid. Please.”
He pulls his shirt over his head and takes off his shorts, giving me the urge to touch myself as I watch.
“Not yet, my little freak. That… is for me,” he says, gripping my wrist before I reach my destination.
I am on fire from the inside out. The burning in my belly is almost unbearable. I feel like a caged animal. The need to touch him is too overwhelming, so I take my other hand and wrap it around his erection and begin to stroke.
“Makenna,” he groans but doesn’t stop me.
Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulls me forward. I wait for him to kiss me, but he just remains there, centimeters from my face, bright green eyes now dark with desire as he stares at me. Hot, heavy breaths warm my lips while I continue to pump him with my fist.
“I need inside you. Now.”
I release him, then lay back, so he can give me what we both want. The head of his cock pierces my opening, claiming me as he drives himself into me. Short, raspy breaths remind me that he is just as lost in me as I am in him. His strong biceps flex beneath my grasp as he holds on to the edge of the table above my head. My tongue snakes out to tease his lips, then moves to his shoulder, then his pecs, licking, tasting, needing his body. Any of it. All of it. Tiny bolts of warm pleasure shoot through my limbs as I fall forward into his heaving chest with a satisfied cry.
“Oh no, babygirl. I’m not done with you yet.” Then he picks me up and carries me to our bed.
Reid spends the next morning with his parents while I stop by my mom’s. I don’t know what happens next or where we go from here, but I’m beyond ecstatic that our time apart has finally come to an end.
When I meet him back at his house, I find him sitting on the sofa entertaining his dad and another man I don’t know with stories laced with curse words and violence. He pats the empty spot next to him and changes the conversation once I take a seat. Then he tells me how the other man in the room owns the Lamborghini parked out front and has offered to let Reid take it for the night.
“How did you manage that?” I ask.
“In case you haven’t noticed, it’s impossible to tell me no.”
“Believe me, I’ve noticed.” I smile and lift a brow. “You think you can handle that much car?”
He leans over, his breath hot on my sensitive neck, “Do you need me to show you how much I can handle?”
I shift positions, searching for a way to stop the sudden ache between my thighs. I decide the best way is to change the subject before anyone else notices the sudden change in my body temperature.
“That’s a lot of car, Reid. Are you sure it’s okay?”
“The guy owns three of them, Maks. But if you’re not okay with it, say the word. We won’t go.”
His tone is genuine, and I know if I were to tell him it’s not a good idea, he would whole-heartedly decline the man’s offer. But his eyes tell a different story. They are wide and glowing with excitement at the thought of one night with that car. There’s no way I can say no to him when he looks at me that way.