Page 24 of His Ex's Little Sister
Reid sidles up to me and sits on the bar stool beside me. “Can I buy you adrink?”
I point at my bottle of water. “I just got one. Thanksanyway.”
“I meant a realdrink.”
“Can’t. Not between sets. Alcohol isn’t good for the vocalcords.”
“Got it. You have a way with that guitar. Those last two songs got feet tapping and headsrocking.”
“Thanks,” I say politely, peeking over at him for a split second as I take a gulp ofwater.
He orders another beer for himself, and doesn’t’ say another word until Igetup.
“See you around,” hetellsme.
“I’m going to stretch my legs before the next set.” I’m not even sure why I said that. It’s not like I owe himanything.
The three or four women who made a move on him earlier all seem to swoop in on him from all directions as I scurry outside through a side door meant for staff only. Lacy had shown me this convenient spot that the rest of the staff use as somewhat of a hideaway from patrons during smokebreaks.
As I sit on a stack of wooden crates while I’m getting some fresh air, the door creaks openbehindme.
Reidagain.
“Are you stalking me now?” I breathe out in frustration, getting tomyfeet.
Standing in the doorway, he pulls his phone from his jeans pocket and holds it out to me. “Put your numberinhere.”
I meet his gaze. He’sserious.
“Why would I everdothat?”
“Because youwantto.”
“Please stop kidding yourself. Besides, there are enough women inside climbing over each other to sink their clawsintoyou.”
“Does that make youjealous?”
I let out a dismissive chuckle. “Hellno.”
“Not even alittle?”
“I have to finish my last set,” I tell him, ignoring the question as I take a few steps toward him. He doesn’t move out of the doorway. Narrowing my eyes, I fold my arms and look up at him. “Are you going to letmepass?”
“In aminute.”
Reid bends forward until there’s only a few inches between our faces. He’s so close I’m caught up in the heat coming off his body and doing wicked things to my senses. Reaching a hand up to my face, he tucks some of my hair behindmyear.
“You want me,” he tells me in a throatywhisper.
I’m about to tell him to go to hell when he bends forward even closer, cups my chin with one hand, and presses his mouth to mine. I want to pull away, but it’s as though there’s a magnet pulling our bodies together. Closing my eyes, I let the inevitable happen. Or maybe I’ve been fooling myself about how attracted I am to him. All I know is that my mind goes blank now that his lips are on mine, and my body relaxes into his, and I give in to the salaciousmoment.
Reid slides his other arm up to my folded arm, loosening them before he rests his hand on the small of my back. I drift closer, vaguely aware of his groin pressing against my belly as his tongue parts my lips and invades my mouth, tangling with my tongue and exploring with fervor. His hand on my back moves lower and cups my ass through my jeans. Good Lord, his touch is likemagic.
Histongue.
Histouch.
Myachingcore.
