Page 131 of A Little Tempting

“Or maybe it’s the way your hips shift ever so slightly against me.”

My face floods with embarrassment, and I start to pull off him, but he lifts his hips, hitting me in the exact right place.

I freeze.

“Tell me something, Pickles. How competitive are you?”

I shake my head, my attraction and libido and embarrassment all fighting to make my thoughts about as clear as mud while I consider his question.

“Well,”—I lick my lips—“considering how clumsy I usually am and the fact I usually wind up losing anyway, I’m gonna go with not very.”

“Perfect.” His ass hits the ground, and I tumble onto him with a gasp. I didn’t realize how much weight I was putting on him. I barely have time to register the thought when he jumps to his feet, pulls me up, and flips me over his shoulder.

“Yo, what are you doing?” Griffin yells as Reeves heads toward the stairs.

“She has a throbbing headache,” Reeves tells him. “It’s terrible. A pity, really. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her!”

I’d bet a thousand dollars my brother doesn’t buy his lie, but he doesn’t call him out on it, either. I sway back and forth on Reeves’ shoulder, feeling like a sack of potatoes as he takes the stairs two at a time.

Once we’re sheltered behind his closed bedroom door, I ask, “What are you doing?”

He sets me down carefully, well aware I’m probably lightheaded after his little stunt on the main floor. He isn’t wrong. The ground tilts beneath my feet as his hands find my hips while he waits for the blood to drain from my brain and back to where it should be.

“You good?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m good. But seriously, what are you doing?”

Satisfied, he lets me go. “Taking care of you.”

“But I don’t have a headache,” I point out. “Especially not a throbbing one.”

“Something’s throbbing, though. Am I right?”

I press my thighs together and shake my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No, I’m charming and dying to touch you. The question is, will you let me?”

Will I let him? I want to laugh and throttle him all at once. I think we’re both aware I’ve been holding back, even if it’s only a little bit. But after my conversation with Finley, then my mom? I don’t know. I guess I’m tired of it. Tired of letting fear keep me from the things I want. The person I want. Maybe I should trust my gut. And my gut is screaming at me to give myself to him. Oliver Reeves. He’s charming. Thoughtful. Protective. Snarky. And so freaking sweet, it hurts.

“I think you should touch me now,” I whisper.

His grin widens, and he grabs the back of my legs, lifting me up. Wrapping myself around him, I tangle my fingers in his hair and kiss him. My back hits the wall with a thud as his hands slip beneath my shirt. I love it. The desperation. The desire. The need. Tilting my head to the side, I make room for his lips. He obliges, kissing the side of my neck as he slips his hands higher, shoving my bra up and palming my breasts. I arch into him, loving every single second of it as he dips down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. With the tip of his tongue, he flicks it, causing liquid heat to pool between my thighs. Shamelessly, I grind against him, holding his head to me and shaking my head back and forth.

“Ollie, Ollie, I need…”

“What do you need, Dylan?” he asks.

“I need you inside me.”

He freezes as if the words are a bucket of ice water, and he’s drenched. He lifts his head and stares at me. “You sure?”

“Positive.”

The sincerity in his eyes does me in, and when a beaming smile spreads across his face, I have no doubt I made the right decision.

“Come here.” He grabs my face, kissing me with a fervor I feel from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Hooking his hands right beneath my ass, he carries me to the bed. Then he’s on me. His hands. His mouth. His scent. His need. Within minutes, I don’t even know where my pants went, but his mouth? Yeah, I know exactly where it is as he slowly trails down my body, kissing my ribs, then beneath my belly button.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

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