Page 31 of Dirty Ex-Mas
Okay, enough of this. I need to get the hell out of here. I’m distracted, I’m turned on, I don’t know what’s happening downstairs. I try to stand again and scoot around him, but he grabs my upper arm stopping me. I try to yank it from his grasp and spin away but end up with my back flattened to his front.
Again.
He wraps his arms around me, grasping his wrists to lock me in his embrace. I lean back against him, liking how our bodies align when I’m wearing heels, then wriggle my bottom against what I’m hoping is his dick.
“Don’t play with me, Quinn. I’m not in the mood.”
Which gives me an idea.
I twist my head to face him. “Whatareyou in the mood for?” I soften my voice as I ask, hoping I sound alluring. I’d brush his hair out of his eyes with my fingertips, but he has my arms pinned to my sides.
He cocks his head and squints his eyes. “What are you getting at?”
I look up at him from under my lashes, giving my bestcome hitherlook. “I enjoy being in your arms.”
He blinks once. Twice. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Do you ever think about kissing me, Reed?”
“This is not the time, Quinn.”
“I think about kissing you.” I arch my head back to run my nose along his neck, breathing in his scent as I go. “I think about it a lot.”
God, he smells good.
He clears his throat but says nothing. His hold on me loosens and I turn in his embrace, then run my tongue along the same path, up his neck to just behind his ear, my heart races and my breath gets heavy. I think becoming a hired assassin has given me super seductive powers, because no way would I have the balls to do this ordinarily.
I take the lobe of his ear between my teeth and bite gently. He groans.
Which I take as a good sign. One that means I should continue, so I kiss my way along his jawline and up to the corner of his mouth. His lips twitch ever so slightly as I run my tongue along their seam.
“Quinn,” he breathes. “You need to stop this.” His hold on me loosens further as he moves his hands closer to my ass, enough for me to get one arm free which I wrap around his neck.
“Why?” I nibble on his bottom lip and he groans again. Or maybe that was me. “Kiss me, Reed.” His face inches closer to mine until our lips are mere centimeters apart. I close my eyes and strain my face forward, just as our mouths are about to meet, he shakes his head and snaps out of whatever trance I’d put him in, waking me up with him.
“Don’t play games with me.”
“I’m not.”
“Are you kidding? This is the oldest trick in the book. You try to seduce me, then sneak away when you have me all distracted and wound up.”
“Are you wound up?” It would be nice to know if my techniques were effective.
“Can you just . . .” He steps away from me and turns, running his palm over his face. “Are you still hung up on him, is that it?” His eyes search out mine. If I’m not mistaken, I see hurt reflecting from his. I close my eyes to steel myself against him. If I were Superman, Reed Roberts would be my kryptonite. I can’t lie to him about having feelings for David. If he thinks I have feelings for David, he’ll never want to be with me. And being here with him like this, having just felt his body against mine, confirms that I most definitely want to be with him.
“I’m just upset.” I breathe heavily.
“Upset about his engagement?”
I nod.
“It’s been over a year, Quinn.”
I turn my head down and to the side. If he sees the look in my eyes, he’ll know I’m lying.
“Just tell me, are you in love with him?” His voice is soft. Almost pained. I glance up quickly.
“No,” I tell him honestly, looking him in the eye.
