Distract him.
Time suspends in that room. Everything seems to happen in the longest second of my life. If there was anything to stop me, his rejection would do it, but as I eliminate all space between us, as my hands run up his chest to his neck, my fingers filtering through his hair, he wraps his hands around my waist and welcomes my assault.
“I want to use my advantage now,” I say, sounding hurried. Frantic. Desperate.
“I was picking up on that.” He stares at my mouth, tilting his head down. “What do you want, sweetheart? You want to kiss me?”
“Mm.”
His breath bursts against my hair. “Mm. Is that a yes? A no? If I remember correctly, you get to do anything you want. Winner’s choice, right?”
I lift my chin, grinning, and he takes that as my decision.
He inches down, pulls me closer, closes his eyes with the tilt of his head. “Been thinking about your mouth since you first gave it to me. Can’t think about anything else.”
I suck in a breath at his admission. A pressure builds between my legs, reminding me of what all I’ve been thinking about. What I specifically thought about when I upped the stakes of the contest.
My head turns and his lips hit my temple.
“Uh . . . okay . . . something else?” he stammers into my hair.
I nod slowly, leaning back to look into his eyes. “Anything I want. This is what I want.”
My hands move down his body and take hold of his belt buckle. He groans at the brush of my fingertips against his erection.
He’s hard already. From almost kissing me?
Wetness pools between my legs as his breathing grows louder above me, as his grip on my waist threatens to bruise.
“Beth,” he moans my name before I even free him. Rousing at the very idea of what’s about to happen.
It’s so hot, so unexpected that my fingers fumble with the clasp and the belt seems to tighten instead of working lose.
“Shit.”
He laughs above me, then his hands leave my waist and take over where mine are failing. I wait, hands fisted against my stomach as he undoes the clasp on his belt and opens his pants. He grabs my wrist, forcing me to reach for him, scratching my knuckles against the zipper.
Hard flesh fills my palm. Smooth and warm.
“Reed?”
He’s staring at me through hooded eyes, his hands now back at my waist, fingers pulling at my dress. He tilts his head down. “Yeah?”
“What . . . what do you like? I want to make this good for you.” My hand explores him with tentative squeezes. Little pulses as I turn my wrist, sliding down his length.
So hard. My God, he’s so hard.
A greedy smile beams down at me. “I’m not going to have any problem with what you’re doing. But maybe a little harder?”
Nodding, I tighten around his base and pull back, watching his mouth fall open. My other hand forms to his hip. “Like that?”
“Mm. Fuck.” He winces through a moan, teeth scraping his bottom lip. “God, I’m so fucking hard. And your hand . . . fuck, Beth.”
“I love how you say my name.”
He straightens, takes his weight off the wall and stares down at me. His lips press against my temple. “Beth,” he whispers, moving to my cheek. “Beth.” His finger lifts my chin, and he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. “God, Beth.”
If he didn’t have his hands on me, I think I could float away. The rhythm I thought I had becomes clumsy. There’s no pattern, nothing predictable to my hand moving on his cock as he continues to work my name with his tongue. It’s so erotic how he gives it to me. Through moans, pressing it against my skin, whispering it into my hair. I’ve never been this turned on by a single word. And it’s my name. My name. Go figure.
“Gonna kiss you now.”
I open my eyes, leaning back to look at him. “But you didn’t win.”
The corner of his mouth twitches, and he stills my hand with one of his.
“I feel like I did,” he says, so close to my lips I can taste his breath.
He doesn’t mean because I’m jerking him off. He stops my hand for that reason, to make sure I understand, to eliminate any confusion. He pauses, waiting until I look up into his eyes from where I’m staring at his mouth, like a hungry little fiend.
“This is for me. You understand?”
I know why he tells me that. My fear from earlier.
“It’s for me too.”
He smiles, shifting us so it’s now my back against the wall. “No, this is for you.”
A blast of cool air chills my upper thighs. My dress is bunched around my waist, and he groans, either from the sight of me in black panties or from my grip that’s now tightened on his cock.
He cups my sex like he owns it, harsh and demanding.
“Reed,” I gasp, lifting my head and welcoming his kiss. It sears against my mouth, his tongue hot and wet, probing, seeking mine. I tilt my head and open for him, swallowing his dirty little noises. My hand begins pumping his cock as he slides his fingers through my slit.