Page 26 of Last First Time
I snap my fingers at him. “Comfortable clothes, Rich Boy. I’ll let you unzip me. And then we’re going to have a talk.”
He shoves the popcorn and M&Ms bowl in my hands, and gestures for me to go ahead of him. Yes, I could get used to running Reed Harrington IV around. I’ve always loved teasing him, and now I have an entirely new set of weaponry in my arsenal.
Reed isn’t going to know what hit him.
Reed
It’s taking every ounce of self-control that I’ve ever had in my life not to fuck Karisma Troudeau speechless right now. I’ve done a reasonable, gentlemanly job of making her come in the car on the way home—twice by the way, so ten points for Gryffindor—but now I want to be inside her approximately half an hour ago. I want to feel her clench around me while she calls out for God or at least takes my name in vain. Either would do, but I am way past the end of my patience.
Everything she’s done tonight seems calculated to drive me crazy with lust. First, it should be illegal to look like that in a fancy party dress. I special ordered it to suit her especially, but her wearing it all night was like waving a red cape in front of a bull, if the cape were generally her sexiness and the bull was actually my out of control horny boner-wielding self.
Then she upped the ante by telling off a gaggle of awful women who were trying to talk smack about her. There is literally nothing hotter to me than a woman with confidence. It’s actually one of my favorite things about Kar. She is always, always unapologetically herself, even when that makes other people uncomfortable. I love that she loves herself enough to not give two shits what everyone else thinks about her. If only I had half of that self-confidence.
And then that bewitching dance number at the gala all but gave me a stroke. I already had a problem with men giving her the sleaze-eye all night. But when she rolled her sexy curves at me on that parquet floor, I could practically feel the lustful gazes pointed at her. But guess who gets to go home with her tonight? That’s right, Codger McCodgersons. It’s me. She chose me.
If Kar were any woman other than herself, I’d think she had calculated this entire evening to have a try at being the woman to tame me. But I know her. She doesn’t want me to be tame. And she doesn’t want me for my last name or my bank account.
Karisma Troudeau wants me simply because we are perfect for each other. Even the sex is off the charts with us. I’ve never met anyone who wants to play as rough as I do. She was made for me, and we have been perfectly in tune more often than not. So why is she wanting to have some sort of conversation right now beyond “harder,” “yes,” and “just like that”?
Whatever it is, I’m helpless to do anything other than follow the cadence of her hips as she walks toward my bedroom like she owns the place. I like that, actually. I keep thinking about how many nights I’ve spent lounging at her bar in an effort to stay away from this stupid mausoleum of a house, but with her in it, I actually feel happy here.
In my bedroom, she crosses to the window and stares out at the night. The moonlight catches her curves, illuminating her like a night blooming flower.
I figure I have about twenty seconds until I lose my mind and attack her in a fit of horny insanity.
“Kar,” I mutter. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” I cross toward her, taking her hand as gently as possible.
Her hand is clammy to my touch. What on earth? Weren’t we coming in here for dirty talk or naked times?
She turns her face toward me at last, and her eyes are wide and dark. “Reed, there’s something important I need to say to you.”
I freeze. Oh shit. She’s going to break up with me. We’ve gone out and I know she’s had a horrible night, and now she’s going to dump me.
“Please Kar,” I pull her close to me, pressing her against my body. I take a deep, ragged breath and frantically try to come up with a list of all the reasons she should give me another chance.
“Kade, I’m getting lipstick all over your stupid tux. You’ll never get your deposit back. Let me go, you idiot face.” She pushes against me, not very gently.
I’m shaking with anxiety. To think I was so close to ravaging her like a wild animal, and here she is trying to call things off with me. I really am an idiot face. I run my fingers through my hair and try to keep my freak out under control.
“Kar, you’re really worrying me. What is it? Did I do something wrong?” My voice all but cracks on that last word. Ugh. So embarrassing. I have to get my head in the game here, or she’s going to smell my fear and make a run for it.
“The thing is Reed, I got big news today too.” She crosses her arms, giving me one of her grim looks.
“What? Can you maybe hurry up and tell me before I have a panic attack?” I tap my foot restlessly on the plush carpeting, but it doesn’t help.
“I have a new problem that I need your help with.” The words drip out of her mouth with sex all over them. Or is that my own aching dick rewriting this scene? I can’t think clearly around her in that dress, that’s for damn sure.
I must have misunderstood something here, because now it sounds like she wants to do something new and naughty in bed. And I am completely down for that, but why is she making it into this great big event?
Wait. Does she want to try anal?
And there goes my cock again, rejoining the party at the least helpful time possible.
Her eyes narrow as if she can clearly hear every perverted thought I’ve ever had about her loud and clear. “Us, Kade.” She flaps her hand between us in a shooing type motion.
Is she still talking about anal? I am so fucking confused.
“Kar, seriously. Can you use small dumb guy-sized words for me? I’m having trouble following.”
