Page 54 of Point of Contact

She might not be getting boned anytime soon, but it seemed like Reed was more than happy to dish out other services. Who was she to question his strategy?

"Does that mean I get to watch you?" She grabbed the waistband of the knit joggers she’d become a little too fond of, working them past her hips and thighs before letting them drop to the floor.

Reed’s dark gaze moved down her belly and over her completely unsexy cotton panties. "That can probably be arranged."

“I guess we have a deal then.” Courtney toed off her sneakers, continuing to watch Reed’s face as his eyes moved over her body.

He might want to believe their attraction and connection was based on circumstance, but, if anything, their circumstance should have prevented it from happening. Neither of them was at their best. Stress had brought out the worst in her and him both. They were also both looking a little rough around the edges. Her outfits were about as unsexy as it got, right down to her underwear. She hadn't styled her hair in days, and there wasn't a stitch of makeup anywhere on her face.

But Reed didn't seem to care. Right now he was looking at her like he could swallow her whole. Like she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Like it was taking every bit of control he had to keep from throwing her down and fucking her senseless.

And she wasn't even completely naked yet.

Courtney quickly shucked her panties and bra, kicking the stack of clothes away before pulling the rubber band at the end of her braid free. She worked her hair loose, letting it fall past her shoulders to curl along her tits. "Your turn."

She'd seen Reed naked before, but was a little distracted both times. Having the opportunity to take him all in at once, without pretending she wasn't looking, was making her antsy as he finally peeled off his coat.

She held her breath as he worked his shirt over his head, revealing a ridiculous set of abs and a perfectly smooth chest. His nipples were dark and tightened almost immediately at the cool air of the room, making her wish she was close enough to give one a little pinch.

Reed kicked away his shoes before shoving down his pants, taking jeans and underwear all at once. He gathered the pile and dropped it onto the counter of the sink before straightening in front of her, looking a little proud.

As well he should. The chill of the room didn't seem to be affecting the rest of him, because the line of his cock jutted toward her, hard and straining. Reminding her that only one of them had gotten off earlier.

She could remedy that situation.

Desperately wanted to remedy that situation.

He'd mistaken her earlier offer. Seemed to think she felt she owed him. But that wasn't it. Not by a long shot.

She wanted it. Was starting to get a little desperate to look up at him while she swallowed him down. Ready to see if the way she imagined him reacting to the heat of her mouth was correct. Wanted to know if he would lace his fingers into her hair and pull her onto him. If Reed would thrust deeper into her throat. Take charge of the act the way he took charge of everything else.

She really fucking hoped so.

Everything about him was powerful. From the lean muscle covering every inch of his body to the commanding way he held himself. It was appealing for a number of reasons, but primarily what all that strength and control would be like when it was unleashed on her.

Hopefully that happened at some point.

But tonight would not be that point.

"Seems like you work out a lot." She should drag her eyes away from him, but that was easier said than done. The more she looked, the more she wanted to continue looking.

Wanted to touch.

"On occasion." Reed was unflinching as she drank him in, looking her fill.

His body was ridiculous. Freaking insane. Definitely capable of pounding her into a mattress.

The thought had her pussy clenching, reminding her it would not be filled anytime soon. Somehow, Reed believed they were going to lay next to each other every night without screwing, and right now that seemed highly unlikely. Not because she was going to try to derail his plan. She wouldn't do that. He seemed concerned that they weren't making smart choices, and she certainly didn't want him believing anything that happened between them was a bad idea.

But they weren't so good at keeping their hands off each other. The push and pull between them was constant, and eventually the rope snapped and they crashed together. It had happened before and would no doubt happen again.

Reed tipped his head toward the shower. "Start the water for us."

Courtney forced her eyes back to his, struggling to both breathe and string together words. "Yup. Yes. I can do that." She reached in and twisted the knob, cranking it a decent amount before holding her hand under the faucet. The water trickling out of the shower head was plenty warm, but the pressure left a lot to be desired, so she cranked it up more, managing to get little more than a weak stream that would make it hard as hell to rinse her hair.

But at least it was warm.

She glanced Reed’s way. "I think this is as good as it's gonna get." She stepped into the basin, immediately positioning herself under the water, back to the spray.

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