I swipe at it with my thumb. “Did I get it?”
“Nope.”
After a few times of missing it completely, he steps forward and uses his thumb to wipe off the smear of chocolate. He holds up his thumb to show me. And, because I’m insane, I do something totally stupid.
I put my mouth around his thumb.
His eyes widen but he’s frozen in place. Then, I tentatively lick his calloused thumb, tasting the sweet icing there. A small groan escapes him. My core tightens at the sound.
Fire glimmers in his eyes and his thumb curls into my mouth, pressing my tongue down. With my chin in his firm grip, he tugs me closer until my breasts brush against his chest. He angles my head back so I’m staring up at him.
Is he going to kiss me?
Do I want him to?
Hell yeah, I do.
Buzzing from his pocket startles him from his hypnotic stare. He winces and then jerks away from me, releasing my mouth. I shudder at the loss of his touch.
“Uh, it’s my accountant calling,” he rasps out. “I’m expecting this call.”
Reid strides out of the kitchen, leaving me panting and aching for more. Would he have gone further had his phone not rang? Is he finally seeing me as more than a dependent in this house?
There was no denying the hunger in his expression.
For me.
It was slightly terrifying, but also exciting. There was an unhinged way he’d handled me.
Is he fierce in the bedroom?
Commanding and bossy?
Would he hold me down and tell me what to do?
He continues his conversation, laughing easily with the person on the other line. From his end, I think they’re going over rental income and his savings. It feels too private to listen in on. Plus, I have other needs to take care of.
When the accountant interrupted our charged moment, the instant flash of regret was there. I’m not delusional enough to think he’ll jump from my mom’s bed into mine. He may’ve gotten caught up in the flirting, but five bucks says he’s going to rein it in now.
He’s probably beating himself up while chatting up the accountant.
I tiptoe upstairs and then slip into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. My vibrator is stuffed in my nightstand drawer for occasions just as these. Ishove down my sleep shorts and panties before crawling under the covers. The coolness on my naked skin sends shivers of desire through me.
The deep timbre of Reid’s voice can be heard downstairs, even with my bedroom door closed. I snatch my vibrator and slip it underneath the covers. With my thighs slightly parted, I turn on the vibrator and tease my clit with the tip of it.
Ohhhhh.
That feels good.
I try to imagine Reid’s mouth on me instead. That gets me worked up quickly. Heat burns over my flesh as I rub the vibrating rubber over my most sensitive area.
Will being with him always be a fantasy?
Would I ever have him inside me?
As my climax builds, I bite down on my bottom lip. My eyes flutter closed, and I give in to the glorious sensation. Pleasure detonates within me, sending pulses of bliss rippling through my every nerve ending. And, before I come down from my high, I slide the fat head of the vibrator inside of me, imagining it were Reid stretching me instead.
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
