Reed eyes me curiously, his gaze dropping to my half-naked legs before subtly moving to the bulge in his dress pants.
“Do you?” he counters, his voice deep and rusty.
I let out a rushed breath as my thoughts run rampant.Do I want to stop dancing?Yes. But I don’t think we’re talking aboutdancing, and the gentle throbbing between my legs answers for me. “I was just getting started.”
Reed nods but hesitates, and I don’t blame him. This could change everything. But I am not going to be the one that stops it.
Running back to Reed’s phone, I change the song to something fun and start dancing around him, smiling while he laughs at my craziness, giving him a chance to warm up again. But just when I think it’s not working, he grabs my wrist, pulling me against his firm chest. Wasting no time, he glides one palm to my back, while the other curls into my fingers, lifting my hand in the air.
The music doesn’t call for it but we dance slowly, our bodies in perfect rhythm, gliding against each other, silently drifting toward the invisible line we drew in the sand. The one we promised never to cross.
My mind swirls with possibility as a spark ignites inside me, and before I know what I’m doing, I spin around, resting my back against Reed’s chest, my head settling against his collarbone, a sigh on my lips.
It’s a beat before his fingers curl around my hip, but when he does, I draw in a breath, resting my palm on top of his hand and gliding it slowly down my body until we reach the hem of his tee. His calloused fingers brush against my already sensitive skin, setting me on fire before he seemingly understands what I’m doing, snaking his hand under the loose material and brushing his fingers up the outside of my thigh.
I still as his touch heats me within, sending a wave of excitement to my core. While my eyes flutter closed, I focus on his painstakingly slow movement, my heart beating out of my chest.
Reed passes over the string of my thong, releasing a strangled groan from the back of his throat, pulling me out of my daze.
“Fuck, Hayls.” He sucks in a breath as his palm flexes. “What am I doing?” He tries to pull back, but I anticipate his move and stop him, locking my hand on his, holding him in place.
“I need you to touch me, Reed.” My voice is soft but desperate. I’m needy and not afraid to admit it.
“We can’t.”
Somewhere, on some level, I know he’s right, that we shouldn’t be doing this. But I have never wanted anyone to touch me more than I do right now, and I’m willing to suffer the consequences. “Please.”
“No.”
“But—”
Reed spins me around, cutting me off as he effortlessly lifts me into his arms, holding me close until I wrap my legs around his hips. I grab his shoulders, and his palms settle on my ass, his fingers biting into the flesh.
At first, he refuses to meet my stare, but when he finally glances up at me, my breath hitches as his name rushes from my lips. “Reed.”
His dark eyes bore into mine with an intensity I haven’t seen before, a blaze that burns through all my reservations and ignites my soul, setting me alight.
Considering there’s a strong fire burning between us, we’re both frozen for a second until Reed rocks his hips, squeezing my ass beneath his strong hands, pulling me into him, grinding me against his cock. The move has me moaning without permission, the friction against my pussy shocking the sound right out of me.
It doesn’t take long before I feel Reed’s hardening cock twitching against me, and I want nothing more than to reach between us and rub my hand over his bulge, working him until he comes. But I know better than that—he’d stop me before he ever let that happen.
My legs start to slip from his waist and I boost myself higher in his arms, changing the angle of our connection, eliciting a guttural groan from Reed as his body jolts.
With his trance broken, I expect him to stop, but he surprises me, closing his eyes as his head falls back, his grip on me tightening.
I’m so worked up that the drenched silk of my thong sinks beneath my folds, working my clit like his fingers would and I cry out as my legs clench. “God, Reed. Yes.”
He clears his throat and readjusts our position, grinding harder, faster, his thick erection pressing against my covered pussy, begging for entry. Entry I’d be more than willing to grant him.
His body quivers and the pressure builds low in my belly, the tension pulsing between my legs.
I rock my hips and Reed jolts again, slamming into me as he shudders. “We shouldn’t—”
“Don’t stop,” I cut him off. “Please. Youcan’tstop.”
“I’m not stopping,” he grates, his voice strained. “But…fuck. I’m going to come in my pants.”
“Do you want more? Do you—”
