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I sit back, my ass resting on his thighs, confused.
“What?”
He smirks. “I might have asked your mom if she could watch Junie overnight for us. So after we left, she loaded up her car and went home.” Reid leans forward and kisses my chin then my neck. “They’ve been there all night, and Junie’s asleep at her house.”
I must be quiet for too long because Reid speaks again.
“If you don’t want to, we can head over and get Junie right now, bring her home. But if youdowant Junie to spend the night at your mom’s, we can head inside, have a night to ourselves.”
I plant a hand on his chest. “Do you mean to tell me…youplannedthis? And we’ve been wandering around town all night chatting when we could have been in there, getting it on?”
Reid chuckles, his head falling back against the headrest, his fingers pressing at his eyes and the bridge of his nose before he looks at me again. “Maybe.”
“Why did you keep this a secret?” I ask, my voice far too loud for the interior of his truck. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“If I had told you about this, that I planned to leave Junie with your mom, what would you have done?”
Scoffing, I wave a hand around. “I would have wanted to skip dinner, obviously.”
“Exactly.” He smirks at me. “And I was in the mood for steak.”
I burst into laughter and fall to the side, slipping off of him and onto the bench seat. I reach down for my shoes but pause when a thought occurs to me.
“Wait a minute, does this mean you and my mom conspired so I could get laid tonight?”
Reid winces. “It sounds a lot worse when you say it like that.”
I wave at him, dismissing what he just said.
“I’m not worried about it. She’s always known I’m a troublemaker, and I have a child—there’s no misconception that I’m still a virgin.”
At that Reid barks out a laugh, and we both slip out of the truck and head inside his cabin. The early fall temperatures are far cooler than what we were experiencing all summer, so he’s removed his air conditioning unit and returned to just keeping his windows open. A brisk autumn breeze wafts through, causing his wooden blinds to dance gently as we cross throughhis living room and over to his kitchen. He puts his leftovers in the fridge then lifts up a bottle that’s sitting out on the counter.
“Do you want a glass of wine?”
I shake my head, stepping toward him and playing with one of the buttons on the dress shirt he wears every time we go out to dinner. “I don’t want anything else tonight except you.”
Reid’s lips curve, and then he dips down to kiss me. It starts slow, even though we were already hot and heavy in the truck, and as much as I wish he would step on the gas, I also love that he’s taking his time. You only get one first time with someone, and as much as I want to jump into bed and get to it, there’s something romantic and special about savoring it.
He presses me up against the kitchen counter, his mouth on mine, his hands touching and gliding before they move to the buttons on my shorts. He undoes them then crouches down, slowly sliding them off my legs, his fingers grazing my overheated skin as he reveals my tiny black panties. Then he slips his fingers under the straps and slides those off as well.
Every movement is slow, leisurely, almost calculated, which is why it’s such a surprise when, without so much as a warning, he presses his mouth against me, his tongue licking into the slit between my legs and pulsing against my clit.
I gasp, my hands flying to the top of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, but he doesn’t let me control him. Instead, he grips one of my ankles and slides his hand up, shifting my leg so it’s hitched over his shoulder, opening me to him.
“God, you taste so good,” he says, right before his mouth latches onto me again, his tongue swirling around my clit before licking down and thrusting into me.
“Shit,” I moan. “Oh, god.”
He groans against me, his head shifting from side to side as he eats my pussy like it’s the only thing he wants to do with the rest of his life.
“I want you to come at least once,” he says, looking up at me, his tongue still pulsing against my clit and sending delicious sparks through my veins. “Maybe twice.”
Then he slips one finger inside me, followed quickly by a second. I cry out, knowing I’m barreling toward that first orgasm he’s promised, my hips gyrating against him as he flicks his fingers against a spot deep inside of me.
“Come on, baby,” he says, watching me. He uses his other hand to spread my lips apart, his tongue swirling around and around my clit but never touching it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whisper, the cord of tension within me pulling tighter and tighter and tighter…
