That Secret Crush (Getting Lucky #3)(41)

“Do you want more?”

“You know I do.”

“Then take it,” he says, challenge in his voice.

“People will take pictures, sell them to the newspaper. We’ll be the talk of the town. Tales will be spun about us, and an innocent kiss in Snow Roast will quickly turn into a sexual encounter on the espresso machine. You know how things get out of hand.”

“As long as they make my penis seem even bigger than it already is, I’m cool with anything.” His free hand wanders up the back of my shirt, his warm palm pressing against my spine.

“Do you know how juvenile that sounds?”

“Hey, if you want, I can put in a good word for your boobs. Instead of mosquito bites, I can ask them to make some embellishments.”

“What?” I pinch his side. He squeaks and laughs at the same time. “I do not have mosquito bites. Last night you practically gagged on them.”

“Look who’s twisting the truth now. You’re hanging out with me too much, Roberts.”

“Yeah, maybe I should do something about that. Maybe call off our little get-together tonight. Not sure I’ll make it to the houseboat.”

“What?” He pouts. “But I bought sexy candles. They smell like man.”

“As appealing as that sounds, I think I’ll have to pass.” I rub my thumb over his jaw and down his neck as he leans in for another kiss.

“Come on, I’ll bring the good tongue action.”

“Oh, the good tongue action. What have I been getting then? Mediocre?”

“Slightly above average. I have some tricks up my sleeve I’ve been meaning to show you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He shifts me on his lap so I can feel just how excited he is to have me there. Men. They’re impossible.

“Fine, don’t believe me.” His hands slide to the waistband of my pants, and his fingers slowly inch beneath it.

I stop him quickly.

“Don’t you dare.”

“What?” His smile is wicked. “I’m just trying to get my fill since you won’t come over tonight.”

He slips his hand farther down.

“Reid. I’m warning you. Not here.”

His grin widens. “Are you shy, Eve?” A few more inches. “You didn’t care when I had my hand down your pants on the dance floor. So why now?”

“Reid . . .” He tickles my backside, and I nearly fly off his lap while laughter spills from him, filling the coffee shop. “I hate you so much.”

“No you don’t.” He continues to laugh, pinching my chin with his forefinger and thumb, lowering my mouth to his. “Just say you’ll come over tonight, and all of this will be over.”

“Blackmail.”

“I’m not ashamed. Come over tonight. I want to show you how twisted my tongue can get.” His tongue flicks out against my lips, and my legs clench together from the sheer thought. Ugh, how I wish he didn’t have this effect on me.

“Fine,” I mutter, giving in way too easily. “But if there’s no twisty tongue action, I’m leaving.”

“Trust me, babe,” he whispers. “There will be so much twisty tongue action that you’ll be screaming my name, begging for release.”

A girl can only hope.



“Reid, please,” I moan, my hands strapped above me, my legs spread across the bed, and Reid’s head between my thighs.

“Mm, I love when you beg.” He flicks his tongue across my clit and then pulls away, watching as my body writhes up and down, almost thrashing as I try to ease the ache pounding through my very core.

“I’m so close. I need to come.”

His hand presses against my stomach. “I understand that, babe, but I’m just going to hang out here for a second.”

Reid wasn’t kidding when he said twisty tongue action. For the past five minutes, he’s been swirling his tongue in all different directions, applying pressure to my clit, giving me the best buildup to an orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Sparks of pleasure shoot up my limbs as excitement builds and builds at the base of my spine to the point that tears are welling in my eyes.

Breasts heavy, nipples taut from his continuous pinching, I’m past aroused and ready to tip over the edge into the oblivion any second.

Why I thought tying my arms to the headboard was a good idea I’ll never know, because I have zero control. But God, does it feel so good.

Spreading my legs even wider, I thrust my pelvis toward his mouth, but he simply presses sweet kisses up and down my inner thighs.

“I can’t take it any longer,” I say, losing my last vestige of cool. “Please, Reid.”

“Patience, Eve. I love seeing you like this, and I want to soak it all in.”

“You’re tormenting me. I’m so fucking ready, Reid. Please. I’m wet, throbbing, aching for your cock. Please, just fuck me.” The words fly out of me.

He growls and reaches to the nightstand, ripping open a condom and sheathing himself in a matter of seconds.

Thank God.

On his knees, he leans forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth while he enters me.

Yes.

He’s so amazing.

Everything about this man makes me ache. His voice, the way he walks, the way he can just reach out and tweak my nipple without even thinking about it. He’s confident in the bedroom, protective but also commanding with every one of his movements. There’s a reason I crushed on him for so long.