“Reese.” Her head fell back against the wall, and he latched his mouth onto her throat. She tasted sweet, like vanilla and honey.
The flavor bathed his tongue in everything that was Keira. His cock throbbed in her hand, her skin smooth, the heat from her palm having his balls draw up with his impending orgasm.
He reminded himself that going slow was what he needed, what they both needed. He wanted her so fucking badly, could have easily sated them both and taken her right up against the wall, but she deserved better than their first time happening in her foyer right before they were supposed to go on a date.
He meant it when he told her she was different from others. He had no plans on going anywhere, not when it was clear she was just as into this as he was, but he wouldn’t be sleeping with her right now. But even knowing all that, he couldn’t pull away just yet.
“That’s it, baby.” He pressed his stiff dick farther into her hand, fucking himself in her palm. They both groaned.
He started a slow rhythm against her and loved that her breathing changed in response, her body so primed and ready for him.
“God, Keira. The things you’re doing to me.” If they kept this up, he would come in her hand in just a few short strokes. “The things I want to do to you,” he murmured, not meaning to say those words out loud.
Her mouth was by his ear, and she whispered, “It feels so good, Reese. Don’t stop.” He squeezed her breast, the mound soft and giving, and she moaned, thrusting her chest out to him more.
She was so damn responsive to his touch.
“Yeah, baby.” He moved his hips forward more, harder, adding to the pace. She gripped his bicep with her other hand, her nails digging into his skin.
He could see himself sliding his hand up her inner thigh and touching those innocent little panties he knew she wore. He bet they were wet, soaked just for him.
And just when he knew he was at the point of no return, he forced himself away from her. The feat was the hardest fucking thing he’d done to date, and the look of arousal-laced need on her face almost had him going to her again.
Not here. Not yet.
“We have to stop, baby.” The words were forced out of him, as if his traitorous body was resisting the act of not touching her. “I want this,” he groaned as he stared at her lips. “God, I fucking want this.” He closed his eyes and grappled with his control.
If this was how he felt and he hadn’t even fully claimed her, he didn’t know if he’d survive once he was finally inside her.
Keira took a deep, steadying breath and let Reese’s words sink in. She knew they had to stop, if not for anything else, then it was clear he struggled with his control right now. But it felt wrong to stop what they were doing, especially since it felt so good.
Her gaze dropped down to his erection that was still out of his pants. God, he was so big, so hard. It was, in all honesty, a little intimidating.
When he was tucked back in his jeans and she’d allowed her body some time to cool down as she gathered her composure, he stepped back in front of her, smoothing a thumb over her cheek. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as that arousal started to climb again all from that one touch.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he murmured, his voice low but deep, as if he were lost in thought.
When she opened her eyes, she saw his focus was on her lips. Keira realized she still tugged at the flesh.
“As much as I’d love to stay here with you just like this, I do want that date still.”
She felt her face heat at his words, but she nodded.
He groaned again and said, “You are so pretty when you blush.” One more light kiss on her forehead from him and he led them out the front door to his truck.
When they were both inside and he was on the road, he reached for her hand and placed their twined fingers on his thigh.
“Would you want to go to a bonfire after dinner?” He glanced over at her, but she hadn’t responded yet. “You’re calling the shots tonight. If you just want to eat and have me take you back home for the night, it’s all good. I just want to spend time with you.” He gave her hand a squeeze.
“I just want to spend time with you too. Let’s go.”
He gave her a small grin, brought their joined hands to his mouth, and gave her knuckles a kiss. “Besides, I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
Her breathing hitched at his words.
“And you are mine, Keira, yeah?” He looked—sounded—so serious.
There was no hesitation, no thinking on her part, when she whispered, “I’m yours.”
And she was. God, she was his.
25
Reese took Keira’s hand and led her toward the bright, large fire in the center of an empty field. Although a lot of the students at BMA hung out at Devil’s Bluff, on occasion they did party in Hawkins Field, or so she heard. It wasn’t like she’d ever been to one of the parties at either location.
The parties here were held in an abandoned hay field that supplied many working-class jobs in Black Mountain back in the day. There was a small creek that ran through the back of the field, and on the other side of that, there was an old horse pasture.
The scenery had her instantly thinking about being with Reese back at that barn and the first time he’d touched her so intimately.
The light from the bonfire, and the music coming from a car that had its door open, increased the closer they walked toward
