Page 53 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
I don’t even remember, and honestly, I don’t give a shit. All I care about is him.
My hand reaches up around his neck, and I push up on my toes, bringing our lips together. Reid’s arm tightens, and then I’m flush against his body.
He may have asked for me to kiss him, but he’s in control of this. I let him lead, here on the busy street of Chicago, not caring who walks by or sees. His tongue slides against mine in the most delicious way. I moan, holding him tight, not wanting it to end.
Reid pulls back all too soon. My breath is coming in short puffs and I have a death grip on his arms.
“What was it you wanted me to say?” he asks, his voice deep and raw.
I try to get my brain to start functioning again and once I think I can form words, I smile seductively. “That you want to skip ice cream and come back to my place.”
“Good because I have something else I’d like to lick.”
Fifteen
Reid
I don’t think the walk to our apartment building has ever felt so damn far. She wore the freaking boots with the high heels, which I love, but they’re slowing us down. I’m half tempted to toss her over my shoulder.
Jesus Christ, has there ever been a more intense kiss between two people? No. I don’t think there has.
Each second that passed between us only made the anticipation better. However, I don’t know how the hell I’m going to control myself.
I want her more than anything. I’ve thought of this moment since I had a taste of her and now, I want to feast on her.
“If it wasn’t so cold, I’d take these damn boots off and run,” she says, trying to walk faster.
“Yeah? Why is that?”
She giggles softly. “Oh, I don’t know, because I wish we were up in my apartment already.”
Glad to know she feels the same. “What exactly do you wish we were doing, Wills?”
I’m only torturing myself right now, but I remember what it was like when she let herself go last time.
“You want to know?”
“I want to hear it because once we’re inside that damn door, all bets are off. I’m going to strip you down and my mouth is going to be all over you. You won’t even be able to think, let alone talk.”
It’s only fair she knows what’s coming. Which will be her … many, many times tonight.
“Hmmmm,” she says as I pull open the lobby door. “Let me think.”
I follow her to the elevator and watch her hit the upward arrow. A moment later the doors open, and we get on with several other people.
Which is why it surprises me when she leans over to whisper in my ear. “First, I want to watch you get naked. I want to see how hard you are for me.”
The answer is very hard.
Extremely hard.
Painfully hard.
And her words are making it worse. I have to adjust myself, which makes her laugh.
“Then I might like to get my hands on it,” she continues softly. “You know. Play around a little.” She puts a hand over my crotch and squeezes for a second. We’re at the back of the elevator, so I don’t think anyone noticed, but still.
A small sound emits from the back of my throat, and I turn it into a cough.
