Page 33 of Alpha Reid

“What’s so funny?” I demand, folding my arms across my chest.

“I’m sorry,” she gasps, looking up at me, her eyes trailing over my form. “You just look so… you’re covered!”

I furrow my brow as she loses herself in another fit of giggles.

“It’s not funny,” I grumble, glancing down at my mud-flecked clothing.

“It’s a little funny,” she teases, advancing toward me.

It’s hard to be mad when she’s smiling like that, and by the time she’s right in front of me and I’m breathing in her light vanilla and tangerine scent, my frustration over the situation has completely dissipated, replaced with raw, lustful attraction.

Her chest bounces as she giggles softly, pulling one of her sleeves down over her hand. “Here,” she laughs, wiping the mud from my face with the end of her sleeve.

Serena’s eyes roam my face as she cleans me up, but mine are completely fixated on hers. When she’s finished, they flicker to lock with my gaze. “That’s better,” she breathes, and I’m not sure whether the hammering heartbeat I hear is hers or my own.

“Thanks,” I rasp, my hands roaming to settle on her hips.

Her eyes drop to my lips and she licks her own, and I’m not sure if she means to or not but her body angles closer to mine, her breathing shallow.

I lean toward her slowly, my intentions clear. I’m giving her one last chance to back out if she wants to. She has before, but this time… she doesn’t.

Mine.

Serena’s eyes slide closed as I cover her mouth with my own, pleasurable sparks igniting as I press a kiss to her lips. At first it’s tentative, chaste, but as soon as her lips pout to return it I deepen the kiss, sweeping my tongue along the seam of her soft lips. She parts them to allow me entry, my tongue exploring her hot little mouth and stroking against her own.

I wrap my arms around Serena, pulling her in, and she melts against me, mewling into my mouth as she returns my kiss with equal fervor. Suddenly things kick up a notch and it’s frantic- her arms snake around my neck, her chest presses against mine. One of her legs kicks up to my waist as I palm her ass, giving it a hard squeeze as she grinds herself against me.

The taste of her lips is even better than I imagined- and trust me, I’ve spent a lot of time over the past few days imagining. The feeling of her body in my arms? Euphoria. Our hands explore, our tongues tangle. A growl rumbles in my chest as her fingernails score the backs of my shoulders through my shirt. My dick’s hard, ready, and she’s grinding her body against it like she’s in heat, driving me fucking wild. I’m ready to take her right here, right now. Claim what’s mine.

Serena drags my lower lip between her teeth as she pulls back, chest heaving as she stares at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. I can see the storm of conflict raging within them- I know she wants this just as badly as I do, yet for some reason, she’s holding back. She won’t let go.

She slides her palms over my shoulders and down to my hard pecs, pushing away to put a few inches of space between our bodies. We just stare at one another wordlessly as we try to catch our breath, trying to make sense of this inescapable pull between us forged by the mate bond.

I start to drift toward her again to get another taste, but Serena takes a shaky step back, yanking her bandana back up over her nose and mouth. “I’ll, uh… wait for you to say the word this time,” she stammers, backing away slowly.

It takes a minute for me to even comprehend what the hell she’s talking about- I feel like I’m intoxicated on Serena fucking Harper.

I watch her amble back to the ATV, throwing a long leg over and settling onto the seat.

The fog slowly starts to clear from my brain as I step forward, leaning over to grab onto the back of the four-wheeler. Serena fires up the engine and glances at me over her shoulder, waiting for my signal.

This time, she hits the gas when I tell her to, and we’re able to get the ATV unstuck.

Though when it comes to the two of us, I feel like our wheels are still spinning.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Serena

The moment his lips descended on mine, I was a goner.

Damn him.

Damn him and those ice blue eyes that seem have a way of staring straight through to my soul, threatening to steal my secrets.

Damn the way his smile makes my heart stutter in my chest and his touch makes my skin smolder beneath his capable hands.

Damn those soft lips and that demanding tongue that skillfully moved against my own and robbed me of every last ounce of resolve.

---