Hard.
This time she gasped and planted her hands on his pecs in a feeble attempt to keep some semblance of space in the equation. Lucky for him, that wasn’t the half he was concerned with obliterating everything between them but their clothes. And even those weren’t a safe bet at this point. To prove it, he ground his pelvis forward, letting the hard length of his cock rub against the nerve-sensitive juncture between her legs.
“Feel that, Lucie? That’s not how I react to women I’m not into. Believe me, there are other ways of teaching you these things. Less intimate ways.” Ways that he should damn well be using. But instead he trailed one of his hands up her side and swept his thumb over her nipple, eliciting a wanton moan from her kiss-swollen lips. Even through the material of her sports bra and tank top he could see her nipple pucker and harden from his touch. He hissed in appreciation. “I just can’t seem to leave myself out of this.”
“Why not?” she said with just a hint of trembling.
Why not? That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? Why couldn’t he step back from her? Why was it that every time he pictured her doing anything with another guy, much less that asshole of a doctor she was so hung up on, his gut clenched like he’d just been sucker punched by a heavyweight?
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “All I know is I’m tired of fighting myself when I’m near you like this. So maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe starting right now we come up with a new plan.”
He wasn’t sure if she realized it or not, but Lucie’s hands left his chest and slid up behind his neck, allowing her breasts to mold themselves against him. Damn, he loved the way her softness gave way to his harder body.
“What are you suggesting?”
He dipped his head until they were so close they were sharing breaths, their noses lightly brushing as they danced around their overwhelming desire to fuse their mouths. “Maybe the best way to teach you how to seduce, is to let you feel what it’s like to be seduced. And then let you try it out on someone who’s not your eventual target. So you get any nerves out of the way.”
“Like a trial run.”
“Right. In the end I go back to reclaim my title like I want, and you bag what’s-his-nuts, just like you want. No strings, no hard feelings. But in the meantime, we blow off some steam and get whatever the hell this is out of our systems.”
“I suppose that makes sense. It’s definitely a plan with merits.” Her long fingers at his nape slipped up into the hair at the base of his skull as she tipped her head back, exposing the smooth expanse of her neck for his nibbling pleasure. “Oh, God.” The prayer was a breathy whisper, just barely loud enough for him to hear, and made him grin with base satisfaction as he moved up to the space just behind her ear. She tasted like salted caramel, a combination it seemed he couldn’t get enough of.
“So what do you say, Luce?” He nipped at her earlobe and then soothed it with a gentle suction in his mouth.
“I say—” Her answer was cut off by a gasp as he pushed her back the few inches to press her up against the wall.
“You were saying?” Reid prompted her to start her sentence again, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to let her finish. It was too much fun interrupting her.
“I was saying that—uhn!” That time he ground himself over where he knew that sensitive little bundle was swollen and aching for some contact. “Damn it, Reid, yes, okay? I say yes to the new plan!”
“About damn time you spit that out.” And with that, he attacked.
About the Author
Gina L. Maxwell is a romance author whose debut novel, Seducing Cinderella, hit the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists in under a month and has since enjoyed continued success with her Fighting for Love series about sexy MMA fighters.
This year, she’s excited about releasing her brand new series, Boston Heat, featuring ex-Army Rangers-turned-firefighters, as well as the scorching Playboys for Hire series with erotic novellas about part-time strippers who are full-time sexy.
When she’s not reading or writing hot romance novels, she spends her time losing at Scrabble (and every other game) to her high school sweetheart and doing her best to hang out with their teenagers before they fly away.
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