It would serve him right if she teased the hell out of him or refused to answer.
But she just sighed, a low, deep sigh of satisfaction, her arms wrapping around his neck. “Mmmm. I’ve got no complaints.”
Well, that wasn’t too bad, then.
He forced himself to stop leaning on her, straightening up. The sudden sharp pain in his knee caught him off guard, and he winced before he could hide it.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, just a twinge.” Annoyed, he tried to bend his knee a little without her noticing. Reese’s eyes were half closed, so maybe he could manage to loosen it up without drawing attention to himself.
That’s all he wanted was for Reese to think he couldn’t even handle sex without injuring himself. He was older than her, but he wasn’told.Far from it.
What he didn’t count on was Reese displaying any sort of nurturing instincts. After hitching his pants back up onto his hips, he walked slowly to sit down on the bed where he could rid himself of the cumbersome jeans. Reese hovered over him making distress noises.
“You’re limping!” she accused.
“No, it’s called walking with my damn pants undone and about to fall off.”
He noticed she had pulled her own pants back up and covered her breasts with her tank. He had to fix that immediately. There was no way in hell he was finished with her.
“You sit down and rest your knee. I’ll get rid of the condom.” Hair falling over her face, Reese reached out.
Derek grabbed her hands before they could close over him. “No! Hell, no.” He was not letting her touch his used condom. God, not happening.
“Don’t be a baby,” she scolded.
“I’m not being a baby.” But before he let go of her hand, he yanked the condom off with his other hand, biting his lip when it snapped at the end with a fierce sting. There. Let’s see her get it now.
Shaking her head at him like she’d seen right through him, she said, “Let’s take your pants off.” A second later she was on her knees and tugging at his pants.
“Now you’re talking.” Though it felt suspiciously like he was five and being undressed for an early bedtime.
“Then I’ll call 911.”
“What?” He dropped his feet flat on the floor, preventing her from removing his pants any further. Had she lost her mind?
“Knight, if you injured yourself, you shouldn’t fool around with that.”
“It twinged. How is that an actual injury?” Derek wanted to pull her into his lap and show her hownotinjured he was, but he was still holding the freaking condom.
“I don’t know! You could have yanked, or pulled, or torn something. What do I look like? Nurse Hampton?”
That was more like the Reese he knew. Not this weird let-me-take-your-temperature-with-my-lips Reese.
“Nothing’s wrong with it that a little sex won’t cure.”
Reese sat back on her haunches, still clutching the bottoms of his pants. She seemed to be debating her next move, so he let go of the condom, and pulled his shirt off, balling it up and giving it a good throw towards the TV.
Thinking about sinking back into her welcoming body, Derek felt his semi-hard erection swelling back up to full capacity.
Reese noticed too. She swallowed hard, her eyes widening. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
This time when she tugged on his jeans, he let her strip them off him until he was naked, and aroused all over again.
“I’d be even better if you sat on my lap.”
Reese didn’t hesitate, but stood up and dropped her pajama pants to the floor, pushing off her panties at the same time. “If I’m on top, then you’ll technically be resting then, right?”