Page 23 of Catch Me

“I need you,” he says. His voice is guttural, bare, like he’s holding onto the edge of a cliff and his grip is slipping.

“What is it?”

His lips land hard on mine. He kisses me until he takes my breath away. His mouth is punishing, kicking up wave after wave of need as it batters against me. His hand moves over my hip then up under my shirt where it settles on the bare skin of my ribs. The skin underneath his touch radiates warmth and turns into an inferno when he moves up, grasping my breast in his palm. “Whoever calls these anything but the most beautiful breasts is lying.”

My body hums under his touch. I admit, when we told my parents we were dating, I was wondering how we were going to do this. How we were still going to be free to explore each other. I love this idea. I love it a lot. “I missed you,” I say, meaning it wholeheartedly.

“God, I missed you,” he groans, kneading my breasts in his rough palms. “Tell me this is a stupid idea.”

I push up on my tiptoes to lay a scorching kiss to his mouth, telling him exactly what I think of this idea. His already hard cock turns to stone against my thigh and he groans. His hands tease the hem of my shirt, and then he pulls it over my head. He pushes against me until my back hits what I assume is the door behind us. His hips work into me until I’m breathing heavy. I lower my hands, fumble with his jeans until I push them to the ground. He unclasps my bra, pulls the straps down my shoulders, and I don’t see where it lands, but I feel his hot breath on my nipple right before his mouth closes around it. I let out a muffled cry until my hand finds his dick. I work him right through his boxers. His body shudders, then he lifts his head to my forehead. We breathe each other’s breath.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

He kisses my lips, then bends. I don’t know what he’s doing until I hear the crinkly sound of what I can only assume is a condom package. “Take your pants off, Briar.” His husky voice does things to me. I don’t hesitate. I unclasp my button, force the zipper down and peel my jeans and panties off. It’s so dark, I don’t see him. For a moment, I feel alone, standing at the edge of a room, naked, but then I feel his warmth as he steps close to me and the feeling of safety slides over my skin.

He kisses me again, and I open my mouth for him, forcing us to tease each other. His hands hook around my thighs and lift. I make a surprised cry when he lifts me off the ground, and I automatically hook my feet behind him for safety, but in the next moment, I’m not even thinking about that. I’m thinking about him pressed against my core. “Reid,” I breathe out.

He pushes forward until he slides inside, resting there with a loud groan. “I love you,” he tells me, right before he starts moving inside.

We start out slow, testing and feeling, until the sensations become too much. I can’t get close enough to him. I can’t feel enough, and those same thoughts are ricocheted back on me when his movements quicken. The door thumps behind us with the thrust of his hips. My legs tighten around him. “Reid, oh my God.”

His hand sneaks between us, flicking over my clit until my orgasm hits fast and hard. His mouth covers mine the moment it hits, eating up all my release until he finishes with a flurry, diving inside me before moaning long and hard when his dick jerks. His breath stutters out of him.

I reach up to touch his cheek, then kiss him, solidifying this moment for the two of us. He steps back, guiding me to the floor again. For a moment, I just stand there while I hear him pull the condom off. His arms wrap around me a moment later. “I’m going to die if we can’t get your parents to ease up on you being grounded. I need you right now.”

“I’ll talk to my parents.”

Reid laughs, and I know he’s trying to tell me that the chances of them listening to me are nil. He helps me dress, handing me my clothes in the dark. “I don’t think that’ll help any. You’re the reason you got yourself grounded in the first place.”

He’s got a point there. “You really think you can sweet talk my parents, don’t you?”

“I sweet-talked you, didn’t I?”

I pull him toward me once I’m dressed, sealing a kiss to his lips. I miss this Reid. The intense but sweet one I always knew he was. I hate to see him so worried about things that are out of his control. “So, you went to the doctor this morning?”

I hear him putting his own clothes on, the sound of his zipper zippering ending our encounter. He opens the door, and when a shaft of light filters in, I notice he already has both of our bags in his hand. He looks out, making sure there’s no one in the room and then leads me into the locker room once again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“You know that doesn’t work, right?”

He hands me my bag with a soft smile.

“Well?” I ask again. “What did he say?”

His lips thin. “He doesn’t want me playing yet. The hit was so hard he wants to keep monitoring me. He told me there are a bunch of cases where people with head injuries have gone back into it too soon, and he doesn’t want me to be a statistic.”

“We don’t want that, either,” I say, thinking of Brady. I don’t think he had any head injuries before he had the aneurysm, but it’s possible he did.

He seems to sense my line of thinking because he wraps his hand around mine, squeezing my fingers. “I’m going to listen to the doctor, but,” he hesitates, ending his sentence with a growl. “You want to get out of here? I just want to be alone with you.”

He sneaks his head outside the locker room door to see if anyone’s in the hallway. He pulls me outside, and we stand there, looking at one another. The question is still in his eyes. I don’t even hesitate. “Sure.”

A grin overtakes his face. We start walking toward the side door. We’re almost there when a voice carries down the hallway toward us. “Where are you guys going?”

I look around to find Cade and Lex in the mouth of the cafeteria.

Lex looks over at me. “You can’t afford anymore absences, Briar.”

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