He let out a breath and squeezed her hips as he kissed her neck. “I owe Brooke and her girlfriend dinner. You should come.”
Reese laughed. “She’s gay?”
“Yup, but it worked. You were jealous.”
She smacked him playfully on the arm, a smile pulling at her mouth. “I was not.”
“You can’t even say that with a straight face!” he accused, kissing her lips.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t worry, I was jealous too.”
“Good.”
He laughed as he rolled his eyes. She bit into her lip as she looked into his eyes.
“Are we still being honest?” she asked. She wasn’t sure why she asked that. Was it the kisses? Was it the way he made her feel? She wasn’t sure, but she needed to admit something.
“Sure,” he whispered against her mouth, his nose moving softly with hers.
“I haven’t slept with anyone since we started sleeping together.”
His eyes went wide before he gave her the biggest shit-eating grin ever. “Oh really?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean anything. It just means I like having sex with you.”
“Why did you say you had?”
She shrugged her shoulders, looking away, but he took her chin in his hand, bringing her face back to him. She blinked, letting out a breath as she said, “I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I can do that but really, don’t put too much into it. I just want sex.”
“So, you don’t want me for my fertile loins?” he asked, before taking her bottom lip with his teeth.
She pushed him away even though she wanted to melt into him. “Phillip,” she stressed.
“Okay, fine, fine, sex, you like sex with me, that’s it.”
“No, I like you, you’re a great guy, but really, Phillip, you have to trust that I am being real with you. I don’t do relationships. I don’t know how to love anymore. I just know I want to sleep with only you.”
“Okay.”
She eyed him and couldn’t help feeling that he thought she was bullshitting him. That he didn’t believe her. “I don’t want labels. I just want to have fun, but we are kind of screwed because everyone knows we are fooling around.”
“Reese, stop overthinking this. Let’s have fun. Let’s be us. No labels, no nothing… just fun. No one will say anything if we ask them not to. We’ll be fine.”
He obviously didn’t know her family but, before she could point that out, he captured her mouth with his. Slowly kissing her in a way that was still demanding. God, she really enjoyed his kisses. As he pulled back, still stealing kisses, he smiled before resting his head against hers. As she looked up into his eyes, she knew she was in trouble, but she couldn’t seem to push him away. She wanted him. She, in some way, maybe needed him. That scared her, but it didn’t keep her from pressing her lips to his and getting lost in his kisses.
PHILLIP WOKE up with a shit-eating grin on his face.
He spent most the night contorting Reese in every position imaginable before sinking into her repeatedly. He then came home and crashed into his bed, his body still tingling and hot from her touches. He had forgotten what she did to him. A good example of that was he had been waking up pissed off for the last couple weeks, but not this morning. Nope, this morning, he was smiling and he could hear the birds singing and babies being born. Maybe even angels laughing.
Too much? Maybe, but that was what Reese Allen did to him.
Rolling out of bed, he pulled his shorts up and headed for the kitchen to find Claire and Skylar at the kitchen table with their school books opened. If he had known that Skylar was over, he would have grabbed a shirt. He was pretty sure the girl had a crush on him, and that made him feel weird.
“Morning,” he said, reaching for the door of the fridge to get the milk out.
As he drank from the gallon jug, he heard Skylar giggling before Claire called out, “Ugh, Phillip, put a shirt on! Young eyes!”
He scoffed, putting the jug back into the fridge. “Whatever, I know you guys search for shirtless pictures of those One Direction boys.”