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“He finished a few minutes later. I…” He could actually feel her cringing against his chest. “I tried to wrap my arms around him. I thought he loved me. But he jumped off the bed, did up his pants, and ran to the door, flinging it open. His friends poured in and cheered. High fives were exchanged followed by…money.”
“What?” He growled, a dangerous edge to his voice.
She lifted her head, looking him in the eye. “It was a bet. To see if he could take the ice queen’s virginity. Thankfully, Alex and Piper were at a party in the same hotel, heard the noise, and ran over. Alex went ape-shit and smacked Brian over the head with a chair, and the guys took off.” She rested her head on his chest again. “That was my introduction to sex and relationships. My mother cheating on my father and leaving us a few years before had already skewed my ideas about love and lasting commitment. I guess that’s why I don’t date. Silly, I know. It was a long time ago, and I should’ve gotten over it already.” He felt her slim shoulders shrug. “But I don’t trust easily. It’s kind of hard when the person you trusted most in the world left you behind without a second glance, then the first guy you ever liked, took your virginity on a bet.”
He’d learned more about her and how her mind worked in the last few minutes than he had in the last couple of weeks. Now he understood her hesitation, her wariness.
Reid tightened his arms around her. “There’s nothing silly about any of it. That asshole treated you like shit when he should have treated you like gold. That’s his loss. As for your mother, she missed out big time. That was her mistake, and I can guarantee one day she’ll regret her decision to cut her kids out of her life.” He kissed the top of her head. “But you gotta know. I won’t fuck you over that way, ever. We give this our best shot. If it works out, it works out. If it doesn’t, we part ways like adults. But, Foxy, you gotta talk to me. If I piss you off, you tell me. You talk to me about it. You don’t throw a rock through my window, and you sure as fuck don’t try to hit me.”
She winced, all color draining from her face. “Oh, God. I’m sorry…after your father...” She slid her hands up either side of his neck. “You didn’t deserve it. I let my temper get the better of me. I can’t believe I did that.”
“I get it, babe. But this is finished now. We put it behind us?” She nodded, and he slid his fingers into her silky, red hair, tipping her head back. “Now enough talking for tonight. I want that mouth.”
She grinned. Then his woman wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the hell out of him.
Chapter Fifteen
Reid’s voice, calling her name, dragged Rusty out of a deep sleep, followed by a slap on her ass.
“Time to get up. We both have work.” His voice was still rough with sleep and extremely sexy.
Laying on her stomach, she cracked her lids and looked up at the naked, highly aroused man standing beside the bed. He was grinning down at her, and as usual that grin sent a zing of pleasure through her system. She glanced at the alarm clock and groaned. “Go away. I don’t care how hot you are. It’s only six-thirty in the goddamned morning.”
The blankets were flung off and hands slid around her waist, lifting her to her feet. “Nope. I have to leave for work in half an hour, and I’m not going anywhere till I’ve fucked you at least once. We need to multitask.” He slapped her ass again. “Shower, now.”
A shiver moved over her, lust hitting hard and fast. “How much sex does one man need? We’ve been going at it for two days straight.” He’d made her stay Friday night after their talk, then they’d spent all of Saturday and Sunday lazing about, making out and having sex in between eating and sleeping. But now Monday was here, and they had to get back to the real world.
“You complaining?” he said, sliding a hand over her bare ass and squeezing.
“No. Just making an observation.”
“Good. Make your observation in the shower.”
They walked into the bathroom, and Reid turned on the shower. When the temperature was right, he lifted her off her feet and climbed in. His mouth was on hers a second later, hard and urgent. “Woke up this morning, you pressed against me, my hard cock nestled against that hot ass, and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. If it wasn’t for the snoring, I’d think you were an angel.”
She reared back. “I do not snore.”
“It’s more the occasional snort and grunt really.” He nipped her lower lip and sucked. “It’s cute.”
She tried to wriggle away, and he growled low when his erection slid against her wet stomach. “Admit you’re full of shit or else.”
One of those big, rough hands moved over her hip and down between her thighs, toying with her slit. “Or else what…Jane?” He kissed along her jaw, nipping and sucking the skin there, turning her on so easily it was embarrassing.
“You did not just call me Jane.”
“What you gonna do about it?”
“I’m going to torture you,” she whispered.
“You’ve been torturing me for weeks, woman.”
Water cascaded over both of them, between them. He slicked his hair back and stared down at her. God, did the man look good wet. She trailed a finger over the tattoo covering his wide chest, then leaned in to nip one of his flat nipples, making him hiss. “I think I could do better.”
Beneath her hand, his chest started to pump faster, and the unrestrained hunger in his eyes made her inner muscles clench. “Yeah?”
She pushed his shoulders, making him take a step back until he hit the tile behind him. She’d never given anyone a blow job before, but she figured it couldn’t be that hard. And…she wanted to. The sight of him standing in front of her, all naked and inked. Defined muscle and strength. Big hard, beautiful cock. He made her mouth water, made her want to learn his taste, feel him on her tongue, discover the sounds he’d make when she took him into her mouth.
She stared up at him. “I want to try something I’ve never done before.” She took his hot, hard flesh in her hand and slid her palm over the smooth, slippery skin, loving the way his breath hitched, the way his face grew pensive, jaw hardening, cheekbones becoming sharper, more defined. He always reacted so strongly to her touch, and it boosted her confidence, made her feel beautiful in a way that was more than just physical.
