Page 56 of Call it Reckless

My hand fell to her hip. “You did well on that bull tonight. Pretty good for a city slicker.”

She snickered. “Surprised you, huh?”

“Not much about you surprises me anymore.”Except how much I want you.

“Yeah? You kind of surprised me. I didn’t take you for a betting man.”

That spark between us was back. I was tired of fighting it. At one time I’d thought her as reckless. But turned out, I was the more reckless one. I was the one intoxicated, drunk on her uniqueness and zest for life.

“Yeah?” I mimicked. “Then this is probably going to surprise you even more.” I slammed my mouth to hers, unable to resist any longer. Her lips, tasting of something slightly sweet, were soft and silky against mine.

I held my lips against hers, ready to pull away if I sensed she didn’t want this. She hesitated, and I knew I’d overstepped. But then her arms slid around my neck and held my face to hers.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Bristol

This wasn’t happening, was it?

But it was. Reid’s lips held against mine, warm and soft and full, a titillating contrast to his hard and strong body. My eyes flew to his. Eyes the same color as the deep ocean with sparkles of warm sunlight watched me, taking my measure.

This was Reid. The deputy who was always annoyed with me was kissing me. I tried to process the turn of events. Reid’s eyes fluttered shut, then he was pulling away. He’d read my reaction as rejection. That’s all it took to get with the program. I clasped his head in my hands and pulled him back, and when his tongue dragged across my mouth, I parted my lips and invited him in on a drawn-out groan.

Big, strong hands grasped my hips, and no amount of material could hide the hardness I felt pushing against my belly. Our tongues danced around each other’s with no hesitation. And if I had any thoughts I was going to control the kiss, they were pushed from my mind as soon as I felt him gather my shirt and pull it from the back of my jeans. Warm hands slid under the material and caressed the skin between my shoulder blades. They held there for several amazing minutes. Then I felt my bra loosen, and calloused fingers slid between us and cupped my breasts.

“Ah,” I hissed as he pinched both of my nipples, causing more warmth to bloom between my thighs. My head fell back as his mouth explored the side of my neck, his hands never stopping their cupping and squeezing. A cool breeze against my heated skin reminded me we were outside.

The smart thing would have been to end the kiss, to try to go back to whatever we’d been before. But I was tired of denying what I really wanted.

I recaptured his head and pulled him back for another kiss before I pulled away. Never taking my eyes from his, I clasped both of his hands and began backing toward my front door, pulling him with me. Blue eyes held mine as he followed easily. As soon as I got the door unlocked and open, he pushed me inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

He spun me around, slamming me against the door while he worked at the buttons on my shirt. After undoing the first two, the rest went flying as he jerked the material and whipped it down my arms, my bra right behind it. Then his mouth found my breasts.

“Reid…it’s so good,” I moaned.

I felt him grin against my skin, then his mouth moved downward, planting a trail of kisses on my belly. His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans. He paused only to help me kick off my boots, then shoved the denim and the silk panties over my hips. He grinned at the landing strip he saw there.

“Nice.”

He leaned in and dragged his tongue across my folds. One hand slid up the inside of my thigh, lifting until my foot rested on his shoulder, then glided back until it found my wet center. With no hesitation, he plunged a finger inside.

My head fell back against the door as my hands gripped his hair. My legs shook as he continued to lick, suck, and curl his finger inside me until I nearly collapsed from the orgasm that washed over me.

“My god, Reid. That was incredible,” I said as soon as I caught my breath. He didn’t say anything as he stood. I couldn’t read his expression as he gently brushed the hair that had fallen over my face and kissed me, not as urgently as before, but slower, more possessively.

My fingers reached for his belt, but he shook his head, still not saying a word. He swung me up in his arms and climbed my stairs as if I weighed no more than a child. He hesitated at the top until I pointed to the door at the end of the hall.

He laid me down on my bed—still unmade from the morning—then stepped back. I waited for him to make some excuse or worse, an apology. I sat up and reached for a shirt that I’d left on the end of my bed earlier.

“Don’t.”

I stilled at his command and looked at him, ready to ask him what his problem was. Instead, I saw him staring as if he couldn’t get enough.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“I’m not sure it isn’t,” he mumbled. “But fuck if I can resist you.”

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