He watches me, eyes burning like a blue flame.
I should walk away. It would be the smart thing to do. But my feet are glued to the floor, making it impossible to move. I could blame it on spilled beer, but the truth is, I want this as badly as he does. Maybe more. The way he pressed his body to mine while we danced? I felt a hell of a lot more than the chiseled muscles of his abs. And I’d only be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy the length of his cock snug against the curve of my ass.
“Reid.” His name is barely a whisper on my lips, but it’s enough. I’m not sure which of us moves first. Hell, maybe we move at the same time. It doesn’t matter, because our lips are crashing together and he’s stroking my back, his fingertips sending a thrill up my spine as the rough pads skate over my bare flesh. Reid’s mouth is hot and greedy, slanting over mine possessively as his tongue darts in and out, sweeping across my own like a man without control. I tangle my fingers in his hair, losing myself in the pool of desire that wells up from deep in my belly.
When I finally pull back, gasping for breath, Reid brushes kisses across my cheek, along my jawline, and down my neck. I melt in his embrace, and it’s all I can do not to grind my pelvis against his, seeking relief for the rising tension between my legs. We should stop. There are hundreds of people in the bar, including our teammates, but it’s dark as hell and I can’t bring myself to care.
Not when Reid’s kissing me like this.
He captures my mouth again and our teeth grind together at the force of it. I’ve never been kissed like this and I know without a doubt that sex with Reid will be like nothing I’ve ever experienced before either.
He’s brimming with passion and while our kisses are frantic, there’s nothing sloppy about the way his mouth moves over my body or the way his fingers lace with mine as he raises our joined hands and presses a kiss to my inner wrist. My skin is on fire and there’s a bead of sweat between my breasts that wasn’t there when we were dancing.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says, pitching his voice low so only I can hear the words he whispers in my ear. His cool confidence rattles me and I freeze, certain let’s get out of here is code for let’s fuck. After all, hadn’t I just been thinking the same thing? “I want you on your back screaming my name, Carter. And I think you want it too. The only question is, how long are you going to fight the chemistry between us?”
Chapter Fourteen
Austin
The five-minute ride to the apartment complex feels like fifty with Carter sitting next to me in that tiny fucking skirt. Hell, I’m surprised she agreed to leave with me. I figured she’d bolt, but when she suggested we go back to her place, I wasn’t about to argue.
For once we’re on the same page.
I glance over at Carter. We’re sitting at a red light and she’s staring out the window, unusually quiet. Is she having second thoughts? Wouldn’t that be a kick in the balls? I reach across the console and lay a hand on her thigh, caressing the lean muscles that drive me wild. “What’s on your mind?”
Carter glances over, a mischievous smile curving the corners of her heart-shaped lips. She spreads her legs just a tiny bit wider. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex in a car.”
Fuuuck.
I’m so hot for her my dick will probably have a zipper imprint for the next week. A woman who knows what she wants is sexy as hell, and the last thing I want to do is deny Carter, but it’s not gonna happen. “Our first time isn’t going to be in the Jeep.” I slide my hand higher so my fingers scrape her inner thigh. “But there are plenty of other things we can do.”
The light changes and I press down on the accelerator as I slip my hand under her skirt. My knuckles slide across her center and Carter gives a small gasp of pleasure. She’s already wet. Me? I’m about to lose it in my pants like a fourteen-year-old. I shift in my seat, trying to adjust myself as I trace a line down the damp fabric of her panties with my finger. When Carter leans her head back and moans, I take it as an invitation to continue, sliding her underwear to the side and dipping my fingers between her slick folds.
Christ, she’s wet.
I start off with slow, lazy strokes, but by the time I sweep my thumb across her clit and plunge my fingers inside, her hips are bucking against the leather upholstery and the seat belt is the only thing keeping her body fixed in place. I increase the pace—we’re almost to her apartment—and watch as she comes, head back, eyes closed, with a white-knuckled grip on the door handle. She’s fucking beautiful and her soft moans nearly undo me.
It’s the first time Carter’s allowed herself to be vulnerable with me. The realization tugs at something in my chest and I swear she won’t regret it.
Her eyes are still closed when I withdraw my hand and throw the Jeep in park in front of the apartment complex. “That was…”
“Foreplay,” I say, unbuckling both our seat belts. Then I hop out of the Jeep and jog around to the other side, opening the door to help her out. I grab a sleeve of condoms from the glove box before I shut the
