Page 71 of A Little Too Late
Something tight inside my chest unhooks.
“Reed, is everything okay? Do you need a refresher on how to start the sled?”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “I’m good, lady. Really good.” I pull the starter, and it catches on the first try. I let up on the brake and then push gently on the throttle. If the sled flies forward, I won’t be able to maintain my badass reputation, will I?
But it’s fine. We begin to glide across the moonlit snow. The storm has let up, and it’s even brighter than it was an hour ago. Picking up speed, I ease into the first turn. The wind chills my face, but I don’t even care. “Hold on,” I tell Ava. “Tight grip.”
She hugs me with her knees, and then I steer us off the groomed path and into the powder.
Ava lets out a little shriek. “Reed!” She starts to laugh as we go surfing over the snowdrifts.
It’s exhilarating to steer through mounds of feather-light snow. I’d forgotten how this feels. The mountain. The cold air rushing me. The endless expanse of snow and moonlit sky. Lately, the most adrenaline I experience is when I score a meeting with a new client.
I haven’t been living, I realize. Not the way I used to.
And I want it back. All of it. Including Ava.
Especially Ava.
CHAPTER 26
BREAKFASTING WITH MONSTERS
AVA
Earlier, Reed had seemed annoyed at my emergency call-out.
But the Reed who steps into the elevator with me back at the hotel isn’t annoyed at all.
He’s justhot.
Before the doors even slide closed, he’s stepped into my personal space and boxed me against the wall. A deep, bossy kiss follows.
Plus, he’s saving me from having a messy argument with myself over whether or not I should stay the night. Apparently, I am. And apparently, I don’t mind having that decision made for me by a guy whose hands are already unzipping my ski jacket so he can drop wet kisses onto my neck.
It feels so good that I fumble for the zipper on his coat and yank it down.
“Get it, girl,” he says as the elevator dings. “I’m going to have you on your back about thirty seconds after we get into that room.”
The promise lights me up like a flare. I grab his wrist as the doors part and tow him toward the suite. Reed opens the door with a sexy chuckle. As soon as we enter the room, he strips off his coat and tosses it on a chair.
But I’m too impatient even for that. Still wearing mine, I drop onto the sofa where I’m in the right position to unzip his fly.
“Fuuuck, honey,” he rasps as I run a hand over the firm ridge of his cock inside his boxer briefs. Then I tug his jeans down his hips.
Smart enough to take the hint, he kicks off his boots, toes off his socks, and sheds his underwear. Meanwhile, I shake off my coat.
But Reed wants more. He pulls my sweater over my head, revealing the red lace bra I’d put on for him.
“Unngh,” he says as I wrap a hand around the base of his cock.
I don’t wait. I just lean in and lick a stripe from base to tip. Then I tease the sensitive underside of his cockhead with my tongue.
He wraps my hair around his hand and groans.
This is how we used to be with each other—wild and free. And I haven’t felt like this ever since.
He and I have some kind of special magic together. It unchains all my hesitations, and it calms all my fears. I don’t understand it. But right this moment I don’t really care. I’m too busy weighing his cock on my tongue, tasting the briny essence of him, and then taking him to the back of my throat.
