Billy chuckles and sweetly rubs Joey’s arm. “Oh, come on. You? Tied down?” Billy’s eyes shift from Reese to mine after I register Reese’s slight head shake. “It was even funnier when we heard how you slapped the shit out of him for it.”
“Shit yeah it was,” Ian chimes in and kisses Juls quickly on the cheek. “I would’ve paid to see that.” I shrug and glance up at Reese who seems to be thinking of something, his eyes staring off past the table.
“You should have seen how pissed she was in the shop. I actually thought she was going to return back to work with your balls in her purse,” Joey directs toward Reese, and I shift in my chair, feeling his eyes on me as I slowly glance up and meet them.
“Well, I happen to be very fond of my testicles, so I’m glad that shit got cleared up.” He looks around at everyone before dropping his eyes back to mine. Leaning in, he holds my neck with one hand and whispers into my hair, “Come home with me.”
I shake my head slowly and smile, glancing quickly around the table. Joey and Billy are now in deep conversation as they both walk toward the bar together, and Juls is straddling Ian’s lap. Sweet Jesus, get a room is right. My gaze goes back to Reese. His eyes narrow as he picks up my glass and slips an ice cube in his mouth, slowly sucking on it and making my skin tingle. I swallow loudly.
“Why not? I want to take you to bed, immediately.”
I blink slowly, suddenly feeling drunk from his voice and the intensity behind it. “No beds,” I say flatly, seeing his expression shift to curiosity. I explain myself. “Beds are intimate. And we’re just having fun. Keeping it casual. Right?”
He studies me as he places my empty drink down. “Of course.”
“Sex in beds leads to sleepovers, and I think it would be better for me if we didn’t take it there.” This has to be said. If I’m going to attempt to just have casual sex with Reese, I can’t do anything that would lead to me getting attached. I’m already losing sleep over the man and we barely know each other.
“Are you telling me that I’m restricted to fucking you in public places only?”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No, love, fucking you anywhere could never be a bad thing. I was just dead set on getting your hot little ass in my bed.” His eyes burn into mine as his hand lightly trails down my shoulder.
I smooth his tie down as his fingers trickle down my arm. “I just think this is how it needs to be. Besides, I’m sure there are at least a handful of hard surfaces in here that you’ve already thought about throwing me up against.”
His infectious laugh pulls me in and I join him. “Yes, you’re right about that.” His hand holds the side of my face and he leans in, brushing his lips softly against mine before pulling back an inch. “But I want to get you naked, and I’d prefer it if I did it without an audience. Are you opposed to fucking in vehicles?”
After swiping my tongue across my lip to taste him, I grab my purse and stand up. “Not at all. Lead the way, handsome.”
We say our goodbyes to Juls and Ian who pay us little attention. They’re practically having sex at the table now anyway and couldn’t care less what we do. He grabs my hand and pulls me through the bar and out the door, leading me down the sidewalk and stopping in front of a vehicle that makes my jaw hit the pavement.
“Holy shit. You drive a Range Rover?” I ask as he pulls his keys out and hits the unlock button.
“Yes. Is that okay?”
“Don’t these things cost like ninety grand?” My eyes rake over the car with amazement.
He laughs and opens the back door. “Something like that.”
I squeal as I’m lifted off my feet and pushed into the back seat. Reese slides in behind me and closes the door. Pulling me into his lap, I straddle his waist as his hands slide down my sides and hold tightly on to my hips. His thumbs press against the front of my pelvis and I feel my core constrict.
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to let me take you to my place? I want to slowly devour you, and I feel like this venue won’t allow me to appreciate it as much.”
I laugh against his mouth, slowly licking his bottom lip until he opens for me and tangles his tongue with mine. Christ, I forgot how good he was at this. Just kissing.
I somehow manage to break away for a second. “Mmm, devour me, huh?”
He nods, tilting my head up with his hand and kissing down my neck. My hem is hiked up with his other hand and his fingers graze my stockings where they meet my garter.
“Would you be able to devour me on a couch?”
He pulls back and I drop my head. “Couches aren’t intimate?”
“No, not at all. And I want to be devoured on yours. Slowly.” His forehead is resting against mine and we’re both panting. I’ve given in easily to the idea of going home with him, really easily. But honestly, this man could convince me to do anything at this point. I’m fairly certain that if he asked me to commit a major felony with him, I would do it willingly and with the same fucking smile that I’m wearing now.
His eyes widen and he slides me off his lap. “Fuck yes. Let’s go, love.”