I lean back, waiting until she looks up at me. “The ten hours I worked yesterday.”
“Reed,” she laughs. “We had sex all night!”
“So?”
She pinches her lips shut, shaking her head.
I rock my hips. “Like you don’t want it.”
“I’m beginning to forget what daylight looks like.”
“I can fuck you outside.”
Her phone rings somewhere in the bedroom. Gasping, she tries to throw me off her, bucking against the mattress. Her efforts are adorable.
I groan, dropping my head until our foreheads touch. “Feels good. Keep doing that.”
“It could be my aunt. Let me up,” she demands, her face burning red from exertion.
I roll onto my back, laughing when she playfully glares at me before sliding off the bed. She searches through the pile of clothes on the floor, finally pulling her phone free.
“Oh, it’s Mia.”
“Call her back. I just realized I haven’t fucked your tits yet.”
Her mouth falls open as the phone stops midway to her ear. She stares at me, shocked, her neck rolling with a noisy swallow. Her eyes move down my body. “Hold that thought.”
God, she’s fucking perfect.
Beth steps out into the hallway to answer the call. I’m sure she’s doing that so she’ll pay attention to whatever it is Mia has to say, and not the hand on my dick.
She likes to watch, I know that now. She’ll force my hand where she wants it while I’m bringing her pleasure. Those wild eyes lingering on my flesh as her body submits to me. I’ve explored every part of her over the past two days, taken her how we both needed, harder when she demanded it, slower when she begged. I’ve fucked Beth Davis until my body burned with exhaustion, and I’m nowhere near my fill. That’s never happened to me, but it’s her, it’s fucking her, and it’s not just the sex that’s got me like this.
It’s everything.
The moments in between when we’re laughing in bed or on the couch, watching TV. When she’s telling me every tiny detail of her life and asking me about mine. I’ve never enjoyed being around someone this much before. She’s funny, she’s constantly saying shit that makes me laugh. She’s honest and sweet as hell, and she isn’t ashamed to ask for what she wants. Why the fuck would I want to do anything besides what we’ve been doing? The past couple days with her have been perfect.
She shrieks in the distance. “Oh my God! Yes! That sounds like so much fun!”
Shit. Why did I let her get up?
She runs into the room, the phone pressed to her ear. “Mia wants to go dancing tonight with everyone to celebrate her fantastic news. You wanna go?”
I watch, amused at her excitement, tucking my hands behind my head to prop myself up.
She slowly looks away, laying her other hand against her cheek while she listens to Mia. “Oh, um, Reed. I’m at Reed’s house,” she says quietly into the phone. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.” Our eyes lock. She stares at me, sliding her hand down the side of her neck as a hint of a smile twists across her mouth. “Me too,” she says into the phone.
I don’t need to hear the other side of this conversation to know what Mia just asked. That sweet fucking face at the end of the bed is giving it away.
A strange stillness settles over me. My heart rate slows, my lungs taking in long, deep breaths, instead of the quick ones I’m used to taking whenever I look at her. There’s something about listening to Beth tell someone else she’s mine. Something so fucking right about it, like she’s always been meant to say it. Like I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear it. I don’t just want Mia to know, I want everyone to know. People I don’t even give a shit about. My mind was made up five minutes ago that we weren’t going anywhere today. I sure as hell wasn’t in for going dancing, but hearing Beth’s voice, watching that damn smile stretch across her face, I’m ready to agree to anything that’ll get her out in public with me. I want her on my arm just as much as I want her in my bed.
Maybe even more.
“Yeah, definitely. Okay, great, we’ll see you there.” She walks back over to the pile of clothes and drops the phone on top. “We’re meeting them at six. Some place called Heat. Do you know where that is?”
“Come here.”
She scrapes her teeth along her lip, hesitantly crawling back on the bed. She kneels beside me. All dark hair, pale skin, and that sweet heart-shaped face.
“Was it okay what I just did? Telling Mia we’re together?”
I run my knuckles against her cheek. She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch.
I spend the next two hours showing her just how okay it is.