He reached out for me and ran his hand up my arm. “Thank you for bringing me here. For showing me this part of you.”
“Better to know what you’re getting yourself into now.”
“Trust me, I’m not complaining. Not even close.” Reid bit down on the inside of his cheek and seemed to debate with himself. “What if…I wanted more? Would that be okay?”
Fuck yes,I wanted to say, but I forced myself to temper my reaction. “I think I could handle that.”
“Yeah?” He moved his hand over my shoulder, up my neck, and then back down, but this time he trailed his fingers down my chest. I took in a shaky breath as my stomach tightened beneath his touch, and when he reached the edge of my shirt, his eyes flicked up to mine.
“May I?” he asked.
When I nodded, his hand disappeared beneath the fabric, and my skin tingled where his fingers skimmed over my abs and the space between my pecs. Then his thumb brushed across my hardened nipple, and I sucked in a breath and had to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.
He scooted closer, until our bodies were aligned, and then pushed his knee between my thighs, opening them so our legs tangled and he could wrap his arm around my waist. As I sealed our lips together, his hips began to rock against mine, and the friction of our pants rubbing against our erections, the feel of his moving with mine, and the knowledge that it was me and my body that had caused this reaction in Reid… I wanted to fucking explode. I couldn’t get enough, and I knew I wouldn’t last long if we kept going.
Reid was the first to break away, breathing hard, and though I didn’t want to stop, I also didn’t want his first experience with me to be on a patch of dirt. I wanted us to be able to take our time, and I wanted to lick and suck and kiss every inch of his lean body?—
“Ollie.” Reid’s voice was husky and filled with need. “Can we…”
“Yes?”
“Can we go back to your place?” I didn’t miss the way his hips shifted as he laid out his request, or the way my heart rate went up another notch. “I want to…”
Oh fuck.As his hand squeezed my ass, pressing us closer, Reid didn’t even have to finish his sentence. I could feel his pulsebeneath my fingers, racing as fast as mine. I knew exactly what he wanted. WhatIwanted, too. How the hell I was supposed to drive us home with the raging erection I was now sporting, I didn’t know, because I was harder than I’d ever been, and it was all for him.
“Yes,” I whispered, then kissed him again, deep and eager, letting him know I was up—in more ways than one—for whatever he wanted to do.
After we untwined ourselves from each other and got to our feet, Reid helped me throw everything in the backpack, and when I saw the evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against his pants, I had to tell myself to stop and think of something, anything else before I blew my load in my jeans without him even touching me.
And…shit. He wanted to touch me. The same way I wanted to touch him. I could see it in his stare and feel it in the vibration between us.
I only prayed I could get us home before combusting.
twelve
I WHITE-KNUCKLED the wheel the entire drive home, and the silence between us nearly drove me crazy. Reid was quiet, and he was never quiet, which would’ve worried me if I hadn’t seen his fists clenched in his lap as he tried not to look at me.
I barely remembered getting out of the car or unlocking the front door, but everything became clear as glass as soon as the door slammed shut behind us.
Reid dove for my mouth at the same time I reached for him, and we devoured each other as we tried to kick off our shoes. We stumbled together down the hall, our lips not leaving each other for longer than it took to remove our shirts. Bursting into my bedroom, we fell into the door, Reid’s hands in my hair and mine holding him against me.
I heard his pants fall to the floor, and then he reached for mine. When he unbuttoned my jeans, my eyes flew open, and I realized what I’d been about to let happen.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said, grabbing his wrists and pushing him back a little. “I don’t want”—deep breath—“to rush this.”
“If you’re worried I’m gonna change my mind?—”
“No.” I struggled for more air, trying to calm my fucking libido down. “It’s not that.”
Reid’s forehead puckered. “Wait, haveyouchanged your mind?”
“God, no.” I lowered his hand to the front of my jeans, where my cock twitched as soon as he came into contact. “Trust me. Fuck no, I haven’t. But I want you too much for this to be over in the next five minutes.”
When I let go of him, he backed up, his calves bumping into the bedframe. He turned to look at what he’d run into, and at the sight of my king-size bed, he said, “Oh God.” He looked back at me, then back at the bed, then me again. “You’re right. You are. Shit.”
He rubbed his stomach like he was going to be sick, and I hoped like hell he wasn’t thinking this was all a mistake now that reality was setting in.
“Are you okay?” I asked.