Page 109 of Reckless Storm
“I think it might.”
Hayley’s laughter softens as the song changes, drawing our attention.
“Okay, break’s over.” She shakes off her hands. “It’s time for you to join me.”
I chuckle, glancing her way until her expression turns serious. “Oh, no.” I shake my head wildly. “No, thanks. I’m good right here.”
“It wasn’t a question, Baby.” She winks as she stands, grabbing my hands to pull me to my feet. Or at least to try and pull me to my feet. And when I don’t budge, she pouts. “Please,” she begs, frowning as if I could ever truly say no to her.
“Ugh. Fine. But I’m choosing the music. What is this crap?”
Hayley shakes her head with an incredulous smile, stepping back as I roll up the cuffs of my pants and stand.
“This crap is the number one song in the US right now.”
“Not on my playlist.”
“Okay, DJ, take it away. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got.” She hits me with a devilish grin, biting her finger as her gaze locks with mine. And despite being cold outside, my body temperature rises.
This could be dangerous, but fuck if I can stop it right now.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Hayley
Reed chooses one of the few country songs I know, and I suck my lips into my mouth, stifling a smile when he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his dress pants, shuffling toward me. Like he’s boot scooting. At least, I think that’s what he’s doing. I’ve only really seen it in the movies.
We playfully dance for a while, making fools of ourselves while nobody’s watching, working up a sweat to whatever song comes on. And by the time a slow song begins, I welcome the change. I need it.
Leaning back against Reed’s chest, I lift my arms and reach behind me, wrapping them around his neck, letting my eyes drift shut as I sway my body to the rhythm, allowing myself a moment to just be. I’m lost in the sound of the waves when Reed’s palms circle around my waist, pulling me into him as my tee—or rather his tee—lifts, exposing my ass in the process.
His light touch caresses my stomach and goose bumps coat my skin, a shiver running through me.
We stay like that for a beat in comfortable silence, moving in sync with my back to his front, gently brushing against each other until Reed curses, letting me go.
“Fuck, Hayley. What are you doing?”
Huh?I spin around, finding Reed’s pained expression boring into mine. “What do you mean?”
“I need air.” He shakes his head and steps back, running his hands down his face.
“We’re outside.”
“Space, then. I need space.”
He presses a chaste kiss to my temple and forces a smile, turning and walking away, but he only gets a few metres or feet—whatever they say here—and stops.
The moon lights his hands as he clenches them by his side, lifting his fists to his face, digging his knuckles into his temples. He’s clearly a mess, but I don’t get time to process it because no more than a few seconds pass before he pivots to face me and stalks back, blowing out a breath when he reaches me. “I’m sorry. I’m good.”
“What happened?” My heart races as a panic takes over me.
“You’re playing dirty and you don’t even know it.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m hard as a rock, Hayls.” He chuckles to himself. “You’re a fucking dream in my tee, and you’re rubbing your half-naked ass against me. It’s been months and I’m abstaining.”
I can’t stop the giggle that bursts out of me until Reed’s agonised groan fills the air. “Sorry.” I cover my mouth with my hand. “Why are you abstaining?”
