Page 102 of The Fake Date Agreement

So it had to be sneakers.

“Um, Reid?”

He scrubs a hand over his eyes. “This, uh… isn’t a dream, is it?” he asks, so hopefully, I don’t regret doing such an un-Tobie-like thing for even a second.

Smiling, I rise to my tiptoes and kiss him softly on the lips. “Not a dream.”

He pushes the door open wider. “Come inside before one of the guys on my floor sees you and jumps you.”

“And you?” I whisper as his breathing grows heavier. “What do you intend to do to me?”

I’m in his room, back to the wall, and his lips are on mine before I know what’s happening.

Thud.

I jump, startled by the slamming door.

He breaks the kiss. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I?—”

His lips are back on mine, hands roving under my coat, my ass, my breasts. He groans thickly and hauls me close. “Fuck. You feel good.” He breaks away, breathing hard, his forehead against mine. “I have to slow down.”

I wrap my arms around his waist. “I thought you were going to laugh at me when I did this.”

“You thought I would laugh when the girl I’ve wanted more than anything else in the world knocked on my door, intending to seduce me?”

I nod.

“This is the stuff of dreams.” He hauls me into his arms. Then he frowns. “What do you have in your pocket?”

I blush. I blushhard.

“Tobie?” He leans back to meet my gaze.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my large handful of condoms when I practically emptied a machine in the girls’ bathroom.

Reid stares, jaw slack. “Shit. I hope I’m not about to disappoint you.”

“I wasn’t sure if you had any,” I explain. “And I really wanted to do this.”

“With me?”

He slants his head, his lips hover over mine, and his hand fists the back of my hair.

“With you,” I breathe out.

His kiss is deep, lingering and so sweet, as if he’s still forcing himself to keep the pace slow, even as he pushes my coat off my shoulders.

I shiver as he runs his palms up my back and down again, gripping my ass and tucking my body flush against his.

As I hook my arms around the back of his neck, I’m ready to slide down the wall into a puddle on the floor from his kisses alone.

His palms slide over my waist, cupping my hips. They don’t just stroke, they caress every inch as his tongue traces the seam of my lips and he inserts a muscled thigh between my legs.

I’m grinding my pussy against his thigh to relieve the mounting tension. He drags his knuckle down over my right breast, back up, and I moan into his mouth when he plucks my nipple.Yes. I’m riding his thigh as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he’s holding me against him, timing each thrust of his tongue with my rocking motions.

He breaks the kiss so suddenly that I’m lost until he wrenches my bra down, takes my nipple into his mouth, and I buck.

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