“Because you know, I’m not sure that I everagreedto be your girlfriend. That implies exclusivity and a commitment to continue seeing each other. That’s very different from dating or hooking up.”
He could not believe they were having this conversation. “So what are you saying? You want to have sex with someone else? You don’t want to see me anymore?”
Cinching the belt on the last hole, she frowned. “Well, no.”
The breath he’d been holding let go with a whoosh. If she had said she wanted to let some other asshole put his hands on her gorgeous body, he would have punched a hole in the wall. “Then you’re my girlfriend. End of story.”
Her eyebrow shot up. “Well, aren’t you getting all caveman.”
Nothing was ever easy, and this only confirmed that maxim. He rubbed his temple. “Look, I’ve had a long day and I’m not exactly sure what we’re even talking about.”
Her belligerence disappeared. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Her hand patted his cheek. “Let’s go eat, then. You look tired and hungry. But you know, I just think I object to the phrase girlfriend.”
Sticking her arms in one of his long sleeve button-up shirts, she added, “It’s just so intense or something.”
Watching the sleeves swallow her, he reached over and rolled one up, then the other, tugging the ends together more over her tank top. “What should I call you, then? Mylover?”
Still gripping the shirt, he could feel her breasts beneath the soft fabric, pushing against him, her nipples taut and teasing. He had stepped into her space and was leaning over her, leg inserted between her thighs, and the fresh smell of her shower enveloped him. This close, he could see her hair was still damp, not as wet as it had been that first night he’d met her, but damp underneath, where it caressed her skin.
“How about just your friend?” Reese looked up at him from beneath those mink colored lustrous eyelashes, a dusting of freckles beneath each eye noticeable on her makeup-free face.
Burying his head in her neck, he kissed her, trailing his tongue downward, leaving a wet path of possession behind him. “Friends don’t do this.”
He dragged her tank top down and covered the rounded top swell of her breast with his mouth. Then he sucked. Hard. Wanting to mark her, to claim her, to say yes, no matter what the hell she wanted to call it, for as long as she was in Chicago, and as long as they both wanted it, she was his. Exclusively his, and he was hers. They wouldn’t be with anyone else, and they would date, and they would spend each night they had together, pleasuring each other until that explosion of lust they felt in each other’s presence was gone, eradicated, saturated, satisfied.
“Oohh,” she said, eyes drifting shut.
His jeans were so loose on her that his whole hand fit between her stomach and the pants, and he reached down inside and cupped her mound, sliding across the satin of her panties. Heat met him, pouring out from the center of her, spilling into his hands, and he pushed against the panties, sliding his finger an inch or so inside her despite the barrier.
Thoughts of dinner disappeared. “Let’s stay here and order room service.”
“No,” she murmured. “I want to go out.” She gave a halfhearted tug at his hand down her pants. “Stop it, Knight.”
“Okay.” He stopped and went to remove his hand.
“Shit, don’t stop!” Reese grabbed his elbow and guided him back down.
He laughed. He loved her honesty, especially when it was what he wanted to hear.
“Okay, Knight, let’s have a competition. If you win, we’ll stay in.” Reese spoke while moving his hand up and down, rubbing him against her.
Derek gripped the back of her head with his other hand, aching for her, turned on by her desire for him. There was nothing shy about Reese and how she wanted him, and he couldn’t imagine anything sexier.
“If I win, we’ll go out.”
“What’s the competition?” He figured he would agree to just about anything at this point.
He pressed again, sliding her panties into her, his finger coming back wet, hot from her moist heat.
“It’s simple.” She clung to him, rocking herself onto his questing, stretching, reaching finger.
“Whoever comes first loses.”
Given the way she was responding to him right now, Derek nearly laughed out loud. “This isn’t like arm wrestling. I’ll win this one, Reese.”
Without warning she squeezed his rock solid cock with one hand, yanking the zipper of his jeans down cleanly with the other. “Don’t bet on it.”
Her fingers moved at the same time his did, and Derek decided there was no such thing as an easy win.