Page 6 of Last First Time
His hands are stroking my hair, and it makes me want to purr like a cat. But there’s the very realistic possibility that he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, and I don’t want him to stop. “I’m not terrible? Is that all you’ve got?”
I shrug. “Definitely not terrible.” I burrow a little closer to him. “You might be the very best person I know, Kade.”
He squeezes me tighter, then I feel his lips on my hair. It’s a light kiss, the kind I could pretend hadn’t happened, and if this were any other night I probably would have.
But here he is, my hero, the good guy who has always come to my rescue. And tonight he’s going to come to my rescue again so I don’t accidently burn out the motor on yet another of my battery-operated boyfriends.
I move to look up at him, his eyes the deep color of the ocean waters. He is so damned handsome that I’ve always hated him a little bit for it. Kade has always had everything come so easily to him. He’s been blessed with plenty of money and good looks, he’s naturally athletic and talented at everything he’s ever tried to do, and he’s never had to wish for the many things I’ve struggled so hard to achieve.
“Do you forgive me?” I whisper, giving him his last chance to call this whole thing off. He could take the out now, and I’d be willing to act like none of this had happened and then get drunk alone.
His eyes dip to my mouth, then meet my own gaze again. “We’re past that, aren’t we.” The way he says it definitely isn’t a question. “We are so far past all of these little petty injuries to each other. I see you, Kar. I know who you really are, and you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me.”
My breath hitches. No wonder all those women climbed him like a tree back in our college days. Reed is one smooth talker. I feel like I could almost combust from the heat in his words alone. Let alone the pretty package with all the muscles and those eyes. It would be far too easy to get carried away with him and ruin everything.
I take a deep breath. “We’re going to have to have some ground rules. Less panty dropping talk, more fucking.”
He recoils as if I’d slapped him, his face tightening into angry lines for a split second before he carefully schools his features. “K.T., you’re my best friend. I’m not trying to sweet talk your panties off.” He leans a little closer, then flashes me his devastating smile. “But is it working yet?”
“You’re incorrigible.” I swat at him.
“I am not. Or else you completely mispronounced handsome.” His grin kicks up a notch, showing off that one dimple high up on his handsome cheek. Definitely a panty-dropping grin. Mine are about to combust, and he has barely even touched me.
I touch his naughty dimple. “Incorrigible.”
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
I laugh again. Reed is the only person in my life who can make me laugh in anything other than a mean way. He is like my own personal sunshine, lighting me up from the inside out. He’s also the only person in my life who knows how much I loveThe Princess Bride.
“Okay, seriously. Rules.” I clear my throat. “First, no hanky panky talk.”
He raises his eyebrows at me. “But I thought you loved it when I call you Schmoopy.”
“Quit making me laugh, you jerkface.” He bats away my swat effortlessly. “Second, we keep this quiet.”
His mouth pulls down into a frown. “I don’t want to feel like I’m your dirty little secret, K.T. You want to explain what you mean by keeping it quiet?”
“You’re in the middle of your campaign. I’m not going to have your political career upended because you’re fucking the town tavern wench.”
He sighs. “K.T., come on. You’re more than the town tavern wench to me. You’re also a serving slut, a bad, bad bar bitch, and a hops-handling hoochie.”
I snort. “Cannot believe you just called me a hoochie and I’m still standing here thinking about sucking that glorious cock of yours.”
His eyes light up with intent. “Glorious, you said? Tell me more, you foul-mouthed floozy.” He leers at me.
“Stop making me laugh. This is serious.” But somehow I can’t stop smiling at him either, the jerk.
“It doesn’t have to be serious, Kar. It can be as fun as we always are together. But with more nudity and orgasms.”
“I like orgasms.” I never, ever smile this much. My face practically hurts at this point. I am going to have to scowl for an entire week in order to counteract all this giddiness.
“How do you like them?” he murmurs, low and dangerous. “Do you like finger orgasms? Tongue orgasms?” His hand skates lower and lower down my body until it comes to rest on the curve of my ass. I am definitely going to make him shut up and fuck me.
“Multiple.” I pin him with my best tough bartender glare, the murder eyes I have perfected over time. “I prefer multiple orgasms, please and thank you.”
He licks his lips, like the naughty playboy that he once was. Except I want to be the one to lick his lips. “In that case, you’d better hurry up with your rules, so I can hold up my end of the bargain.”
“And when are you planning on delivering on this bargain, Mister Mayor?” I bat my eyelashes at him. Yep, definitely the whiskey doing all the awkward flirting.
