Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(15)

As Reed chuckles, I peel my eyes away, still trying to get my bearings.

“Cups, Sammy… start with a cup.”

Fuck. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. And I think he knows I like it too. I sweep my hair over my shoulder, mouthing I know before discreetly sticking my tongue at him. But as I reach up to open the cabinet, I’m instantly reminded that I’m wearing a T-shirt and no underwear. Because it brushes the very top of my thigh as the air hits places it shouldn’t.

My hands shoot back down, and I lock eyes with Reed. He’s smirking.

This is exactly the situation I was trying to avoid and still seemed to manifest because my pussy is a traitor. She’s literally the most unreliable ride-or-die. And she just set me up, making me all woozy with hormones that I forgot I was practically naked.

“Cute shirt.” Reed smirks, plucking at my side. “New?”

The smile on my face is wholly involuntary as I jerk away from his almost tickle and face him. I can’t help it—staring back at his devilish grin, I want to play whatever game he’s playing.

Reed brings out the demon in me.

“Stop harassing me,” I cut.

“You’re harassing me,” he counters just as quickly.

“How am I harassing you? I just came out here for coffee.”

He scoffs, “In only a T-shirt. I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”

I roll my eyes, pushing his chest, moving him back a small step.

“Oh my god. Be a grown-up, Reed. Have some self-control.”

Reed catches my wrist and my eyes before slowly tugging me forward.

“That’s not what you want, though. Is it? Or you wouldn’t be throwing yourself at me—”

I want to say I’m not. But my fucking mouth won’t work.

He steps in front of me, so I’m sandwiched between him and the counter. God help me if I’m not holding my breath as he bends down. He sends shivers up my spine, finishing what he started, delivering his words in that fucking goosebump-giving gravelly way.

“—I think Samantha likes to be a dirty little slut.”

My chest rises and falls too quickly, but it’s because my entire body just lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. How does he know that? And why does it feel like I’m on the edge of coming? As if Reed can read my thoughts, his leg presses between mine.

“You came out here, reaching for cups, showing your ass….Fuck, Samantha, I want to take a bite.”

I just forgot how to breathe. But I know I am because the world is still in focus.

Reed reaches down to play with the hem of my T-shirt, pressing our bodies flush. Teasing my already throbbing clit.

“I can make it hurt so good,” he groans before pulling back to look at me. “Just say please.”

I’m frozen, staring up at him. His head begins nodding. Shit, so is mine. I don’t know if it’s because he’s mirroring me or I’m doing that to him. Either way, it’s my answer.

Oh fuck. I’ve fallen into Reed’s dick sand, sucked into the serious hotness this guy exudes. I’m lost forever, like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Cock. Because I can’t focus past the rhythmic strokes of his finger on my leg. And the coaxing temptation of his thigh for me to grind my clit against it.

“Sammy.” He tilts his head. “Use your manners, or was Cole right? Does someone need to teach them to you?”

My eyes grow wide. Cole told him about last night. His finger moves half an inch higher, drawing circles over my thigh, making me suck in a gasp.

This feels all the right kinds of wrong.

Reed knows I kissed Cole.

Knows I wanted to hear good girl.

He probably knows what I did in the shower.

And still, his finger hasn’t stopped edging toward my bare pussy.

“Look at you. Suddenly shy. I didn’t believe him when he told me.” Reed bends down, bringing his lips to my ear. “Fuck manners. You make me want to bend you over this counter and eat that pretty little ass until you’re begging me to tongue your pussy.”

I’m literally about to pass out. I’m soaked. Body arching toward him, already pleading. But all I manage is, “Cole told you? About last night?”

Reed grins, saying, “Who?” before his mouth seals over mine.

Holy shit. It’s as if someone shot a race gun. We’re two thoroughbreds out of the gate. His hand immediately grips the nape of my neck, gripping my hair as our tongues fight like lovers.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, kissing him like I’m starved as he presses me backward onto the counter. He’s assaulting my mouth and driving my shirt up farther and farther. And I’m not stopping him. Because damn, I’m a hostage to this feeling and to the taste of him. Like someone taking the first sip of absinthe. It comes on strong, and you’re instantly drunk.

He growls into my mouth, scrambling to grip the back of my thigh before pulling my leg over his hip. I gasp, but it’s eaten by his hungry kiss as he grinds into me.

“Fuck. Your mouth tastes just as sweet as he said.”

I don’t know my name or what day it is. I’m all lust and need to be wielded in expert hands. Reed tugs my head back by my hair as he licks and kisses over my throat, smiling against my skin as soft mewls vibrate in my throat. But they’re cut off as he drags his rock-hard cock slowly up my wet clit.