When his brows pulled together she quickly added, “Not involved involved. I mean, I know it’s only temporary and solely for instructional purposes.”
Reid moved so fast she didn’t have time to register his intentions before she found herself drowning in the heat of his mouth, his tongue lashing and coaxing. Her body was pressed to his with one hand in the center of her back, and his other hand—holy, God, his other hand—was tucked between her thighs, his fingers pushing between her folds as his thumb worked over her clit. The material of her pants only heightened the friction and the sense that they couldn’t take things too far for fear of being caught was exciting.
It was a fierce and risky move, but he didn’t hesitate to execute it to the fullest extent, just like the kind of thing he did in his fights. It’s what she loved most about his style in the cage.
The trembling deep in her belly tightened and spread out in ripples. As the sensations mounted she dug her fingers into his triceps to anchor herself for the coming tidal wave. He broke the kiss causing a whine of protest to fall from her lips, and when his fingers stopped their magical caresses her pelvis automatically tried following them to beg for more as they retreated.
“Did that put your concerns about me reconsidering to rest?” She nodded. “Good. Then we’ll continue this later.”
Her fingers automatically contracted when she felt him start to pull away. “Please, Reid. I’m so close,” she whispered. Lucie hadn’t climaxed in so long she wondered if she even remembered what it felt like. She used to take care of things herself, but after months of long hours at the office and falling into bed exhausted at night, she lost the energy to even bother. She was probably considered asexual by now. At the ripe, old age of twenty-nine and a quarter.
“I know, but I won’t give it to you right now. And it has nothing to do with Vanessa in the next room, because believe me, if I wanted to I’d take you up against that wall and not give a damn if she watched while eating popcorn like it was one of your movie dates.”
“Then why?” Oh, God, was she actually whining?
He held the side of her face as he spoke, his intense eyes doing nothing to help cool her down. “Because when I make you come for the first time I don’t want you holding back. I want to hear every hitch of your breath.” He placed a kiss at her temple. “Every moan.” Another kiss on her cheek. “And I won’t be satisfied until you scream my name.”
She would have groaned in frustration, but the kiss he gave her swallowed any sound that dared escape. After several heady moments he pulled away and gave her a devilish smile. “If it makes you feel better, there’s a lesson in this.”
“I’m fairly certain I hate this lesson,” she said in a breathy voice between large gulps of air.
“Lesson number three: always leave them wanting more.” He chuckled—he actually had the audacity to find that funny—and nipped her lip, then soothed it with the tip of his tongue. “Have fun today.”
Incredulous, Lucie watched Reid disappear from the room then heard him say good-bye to Vanessa before heading to the bathroom for a shower. Yep. She definitely hated this lesson.
Chapter Ten
“Two usuals, Fritz!” Vanessa called down to the old, grizzled man at the other end of the bar.
“Don’t get yer panties in a twist, Red, I’ll get to ya in a minute!”
“I’d have to be wearing panties to keep them out of a twist.”
“Well, that’s better than that ass floss these broads wear nowadays.”
“How would you know what broads are wearing? The last action you probably saw was World War II, geezer.”
“Ha! I got stories that would make yer hair even curlier than it is now, missy, an’ don’t you ferget it.”
Lucie laughed at the typical back and forth between Vanessa and the owner of the bar they’d been coming to since college. Fritz was more like a lovable uncle to them, but that didn’t mean their humor with each other didn’t cross into faux flirtation and dirty jokes. He was the quintessential dirty old man, and they adored him.
After Fritz served them their tap beers in large glass steins he kissed the fingers of both his hands and placed one on each of their cheeks. “There. Now shut yer yaps and go kick some ass tonight, huh?”
“Will do, Fritzy,” Vanessa pledged before they made their way to the other end of the bar by the dartboards. They claimed their usual stools and clinked their glasses together with an enthusiastic “Salut” and took their first glorious sips. Nessie slapped a hand on the bar three times, which was her way of gaveling for an audience. “Spill.”