Page 66 of I Choose You
“I will. Have a good night.”
He waited at the door until I was in my car. I had the strongest urge to walk back up to his house, maybe finish what we started on his couch. But I didn’t. I would go home and take care of my needs myself.
* * *
“Have a good night,” I called to Richie, Dale, and Shawn as they packed up to leave for the day. Every night this week, the guys had ended their workday before me. Andrew was still assigning me tasks for other projects, and it was hard to stay ahead of the work that I had to do on the Delano Library. The crew would take off, leaving Reid and me alone together.
Despite it being late January in New England, the weather had taken a sharp turn after the cold snap passed. Temperatures were in the low fifties, so Reid had pivoted back to the stained-glass window installation while they had the opportunity. It was labor-intensive work due to the size and scale of the panes, so their days tended to beshortened, but they were scheduled to work tomorrow to help make up the time.
Reid watched his guys from the corner of his eye until they were out the door. As soon as it shut, he stalked over to me and grabbed my face in his hands.
That was another thing that happened every night this week.
Reid’s mouth fused to mine, and I had to bite back a whimper.
We texted every day last weekend, and when we were alone on Monday after everyone else left, we ended up kissing again.
I told myself it was just a kiss. Harmless, really.
Even I couldn’t believe my own lies anymore.
Reid’s strong hands moved down my throat, down my chest, and squeezed my breasts.
“You look beautiful today,” he said, kissing along my jaw. “Did you wear this skirt just to fuck with me?”
With the warmer temperatures, I had slipped into a flowy midi-skirt and a long-sleeve bodysuit.
“Maybe I just really like the way it looked with my work boots,” I teased.
“It looks sexy as hell, although you should have worn your tall-ass fuck-me boots from Christmas.”
“I thought I wasn’t allowed to wear any other shoes but work boots, remember.” I was breathing quickly, my heart rate through the roof as Reid continued to feel me up, his kisses trailing along my collarbone.
“I would make an exception for those boots,” he growled.
My legs fell open, the sound of his voice making my core tingle with need.
Reid’s hands moved up my skirt, stopping on my thighs.His thumbs moved lightly across my sensitive skin. “Are you wet for me, love?”
My head fell back, and I nodded. Reid’s fingers dug into my thighs, his face now inches from mine. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” I breathed. He kissed me hard as his hands snaked their way up my legs, his fingers sliding beneath my bodysuit and panties. He swiped through my slit, and I moaned into his mouth.
“You’re so fucking perfect. I love how wet you get for me.”
“Just keep touching me.” My hips rocked against his hand, seeking friction. He pushed his finger into me. I gasped at the feel of him stroking my inner walls. I was out of control, falling through a haze of pleasure. Reid pushed a second finger into me, and I hissed, “Yes.”
Reid dropped to his knees between my legs. He kissed a path up my thigh, his head disappearing up my skirt. He licked my skin, close to where I needed him but not quite there.
“Yes, Reid. God, yes.”
He growled, pumping into me harder.
“You’re going to need to beg for it, Claire. Show me how much you want this.”
Good God, he had me already on the precipice. But I wanted his tongue on me. I needed it.
“Please, Reid. Fuck, please.”
