Page 38 of Daring the Defender

A shudder wracks through me and I try to curl into him, but he holds me in place.

His hand is big enough that he holds both of my tits in one, while skimming his palm over my belly. “I bet you can come like this, can’t you?”

I have no idea, because I’ve lost all sense of where my muscles end and my bones begin. All sense of decency. My breath comes in short pants as he runs his hand up my shirt. The first touch of his finger tips, skin to skin, against my breast ignites something in me. Something hot and feral. Wild and desperate.

My hips buck and I grab his hand, thrusting it between my legs. The lightest touch of friction is all I need to trigger a shockwave, the first one releasing a deep moan. My tether tomy body is disconnected, and I float high on the aftershocks, basking in the heady glow.

Until I fall back into place.

Back to reality.

To what I’ve done.

To the feel of Reid’s very hard erection pressing against my backside. I bolt upright, yanking my shirt down, and look at him, catching the way his tongue darts out and swipes over his bottom lip.

“Fuck, Shel,” he says, “I didn’t–”

“It’s fine,” I say quickly, unsure if the heat on my cheeks is from embarrassment for what he just witnessed or the result of my body going crazy. “That was… we shouldn’t have.”

“I know. Fuck, fuck,fuck.” He runs his hands through his hair. “I didn’t mean to go that far.”

“Of course not.” A laugh slips out, sounding more hysterical than I mean for it to. “I’m Axel’s little sister. The good, innocent, and scared girl that showed up at your house one night and humiliated, well, whocontinuesto humiliate herself.”

I start to leverage myself out of the sink hole between the cushions, but his hand wraps around my wrist, holding me in place.

“Don’t. Nothing you’re doing is embarrassing.” His eyes skim over my face. “Not the night you arrived or tonight.”

“Thank you for saying that, but you’re just being nice.”

He laughs.

“What?” I ask.

“Everyone thinks I’m a nice guy, but that’s giving me too much credit. Would a nice guy be down here in the middle of the night, secretly with his friend’s little sister after being explicitly told to stay away? Would a nice guy figure out how to get his hands on you even though you’re inexperienced and naive?” He leans forward, face inches from mine, and brushes his thumbover my lips. I swallow, enthralled and terrified of what he’ll say next. “Would a nice guy wake up every morning, with my hand on my cock, thinking about what your lips would look like wrapped around me?”

I shake my head, taken aback and flushed with a million feelings. “You’re trying to scare me.”

He drops his hand down to my neck. “I’m trying to make it very clear who I really am, GG.”

Good girl.

That’s who he thinks I am, just a good girl who can’t handle what he’s saying–or maybe more likely, who he really is.

“As I just revealed, I’m not some good guy like your boy, David.” His thumb swipes over the sensitive skin on my throat. “I’m red blooded.Hotblooded. And being this close to you is a problem for me. I knew it before I walked up to you in the coffee shop, and I definitely knew it before I came in here with you tonight.” His eyebrow lifts. “But that’s the problem. I did it anyway, consequences be damned.”

He rises off the couch, leans over and grabs the laptop, giving me a bold view of the hard bulge underneath his sweats.

I avert my eyes and ask, “Where are you going?”

“I’m doing what I should have done the minute you walked in the front door,” he tucks the laptop against his side and peers out the curtain into the living room, “leaving you alone.”

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Reid

Ihatelosing control.

My social workers would say it’s due to the constant moving when I was a kid. The revolving process of being placed in a new home and meeting a new family and getting settled in a new room, new school… new everything. Only for her to show up days, weeks, months later, helping me pack up my sad bag of belongings and start the process over again somewhere new.

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