Getting Schooled (The Wright Brothers #1)(39)

“Hey,” she said, “You didn’t really need help in there did you?”

I chuckled. “Nah.”

She pushed out a little sigh. “Okay. Good. I was hoping you were kidding. I don’t want you to think I won’t help, if you need it, but—”

“You’re good,” I said, raising my hand in front of me. “I was just playing around.”

She nodded. “Okay. Cause it didn’t seem like you needed any, so I honestly thought it would be kind of offensive if I offered. Damn!” She snapped her fingers. “Missed opportunity. Next time I’ll be on top of it.”

“You really are something else.” I stepped further into the kitchen, moving closer to where she was.

She smiled. “I am, aren’t I? A special breed.”

“More like a special case. A nut case.”

“Oh whatever,” she said, her eyes dancing with laughter before she turned away, going to her refrigerator. “I made us a little salad, and um… if you’re staying long enough to sober up after, I opened a bottle of wine.”

I chuckled. “Oh, shit! You’re turning this into a whole romantic dinner thing, huh?” Her eyes went wide, lips parted, and then she looked away, dropping her eyes to the salad bowl in her hands. “Nah, don’t get embarrassed now,” I said, laughing as I took the bowl from her, and sat it down on the counter. “I mean, I’m down with it, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

I put my hand to her waist, and she immediately responded, stepping closer and relaxing against me like it was second nature. Her braids grazed my hand as she tipped her head up. “I got nervous, I guess. Started doing too much. If you hadn’t gotten here early, I probably would’ve had that fireplace lit.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Wow. I can’t imagine you nervous. You seem very, very sure of yourself.”

“Well, I guess my secret is out now. I’m not as impossibly perfect as I look.” Those words were barely out of her mouth before she broke into a peal of giggles.

“You couldn’t even say that shit with a straight face, huh?”

Wearing a big smile, she shook her head. “I couldn’t. But yeah, I get nervous just like anybody else when I…”

“When you…?” She dropped her gaze again, pulling her lip between her teeth. I brought my free hand up to her face, tipping her chin up. “When you what, princess?”

Her eyelids fluttered closed for a second, and then she turned those big browns on me. “When I… like somebody.”

“Oh, so you like me now, wow! I thought you didn’t like “grimy, egotistical, stupid mechanics who can’t stay on the subject of the paper”? What happened to that, huh?” I dropped my hands to her ass, squeezing as I pulled her in closer. “Dick changed your mind, didn’t it?”

“Here you go with that exaggerating again,” she laughed. “I didn’t say all of that!”

“That’s what it sounded like to me.”

“And you’re overestimating the power of your dick.”

“Nah, you’re underestimating. I bet you told all your little friends about how a nigga that doesn’t even have both of his feet gave you the best dick of your life. Didn’t you?”

Her eyes went wide, and she laughed yet again, and that visual, paired with the sound set off a foreign sensation in my chest. Even when it was over, her lips remained curved into a little smile, her eyes bright, and happy, and damn, I just couldn’t help myself.

Reese melted against me when I dipped my head, pressing my mouth to hers. I slipped my hands underneath her hoodie, gripping her at the waist in an attempt to pull her closer. She let out a little moan as I eased my tongue along the seam of her lips, beckoning her to open for me, and she did. I took my time exploring her mouth with my tongue, savoring her sweetness. Pulling her lip between my teeth, sucking, biting, soothing, then back to her tongue to taste a little more.

When I finally pulled away, she was breathless. Chest heaving, eyes darkened with desire, and I could damn near feel the heat coming from between her legs. Her lips stayed parted as she looked up at me, her soft pants breaking the silence that punctuated the loud beeping sounds of the microwave going off.

I grinned, then lowered my mouth again, brushing my lips against hers before I drew back, and gave her ass another good squeeze.

“Let’s eat.”



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We ended up lighting the fireplace.

Yeah, yeah, we were corny as hell, but whatever. After we ate, Reese put on one of her dad’s vinyls, and we settled on the floor in front of the fireplace with that bottle of wine she’d opened earlier.

“I can’t stop thinking about that spaghetti,” she sighed, taking a long sip from her oversized glass. I had my back up against her couch, and she was beside me, but turned in my direction, with her legs crossed.

I chuckled a little. “Get some more then, if you want it.”

She shook her head. “I may want it, but I don’t need it. I’ll be mad at myself when I wake up bloated tomorrow. I’m just shocked at how good it was. That Brielle must be some cook.”

“Oh, give the six year old all the credit, huh?”

“Giving the credit where I’m sure it’s due,” she laughed. “Which brother is her father?”