Page 38 of Tangled Kisses
Fuck.
Guess she heard the whole conversation, which to an outsider makes me sound like a bastard and makes Reese sound like a fool.
“That’s not your business.” I snap out the words, taking a long pull on my drink and wishing the food would arrive so Sabine could take her leave.
“Perhaps,” she purrs, “you shouldn’t discuss Reese’s little orgasm issues in a public diner. Never know who might overhear you. Anyway, I’ll leave you two to it. Sounds like she needs a lot of… assistance.”
She strolls away on that note, her hips swaying to a silent but triumphant rhythm.
“Fuck. What did I ever see in her?”
Piper rolls her eyes, flipping Sabine off under the table. “She’s gorgeous and a good lay. Forget her. You wanted todiscuss my sister, so let’s focus on Reese and all the orgasms you’ll be giving her. Come on, I want the details.”
“No way.”
“No fun.”
The words leave my mouth before I can catch them. “Let’s just say she won’t need the vibrator anymore. My tongue will work overtime fulfilling her every need.”
Christ. Did I just say that out loud? Yes. Yes, I did.
Piper’s head snaps up as shock spreads across her face. “You never talk like that, Griffin.”
She’s right. I don’t. But with Reese, I can’t help it.
“Guess she brings out the wild man in me.”
The server sets our plates down, mercifully breaking the tension.
Piper licks ketchup off her thumb, then points at her burger. “This is good, but it’s nothing next to my sister’s cooking. The woman can make toast taste gourmet.”
“Yeah?” I tip my beer toward her, pretending casual. “Best cook in town?”
“The best, period.” Piper’s grin turns sly as her gaze darts past me. She raps her knuckles against the window, waving toward the street. “Speaking of—look who it is.”
I turn, and my palms go sweaty, throat bone-dry.
Reese catches sight of us and crosses the street, arms full of grocery bags, sunlight glinting off the patterned scarf tied around her dark waves. A soft T-shirt and shorts hug her in all the right ways, her legs long and shapely enough to make a man forget how to breathe. She looks untouchable, too good for this place, too good for me.
And then a darker thought slams into me—the idea of Vander ever touching her. Worse: the idea of him touching her in anger. My grip tightens around my glass, hard enough that the condensation slicks between my fingers.
“Hi guys.” Reese beams as she stops by the booth. “Those burgers look amazing.”
“Want some?” Piper offers her burger, and Reese takes a bite.
“That is good.”
“Here.” I lean in, gently wiping a spot of ketchup from her lip.
Reese flushes, her tongue gliding along her lip. “Thanks. I’ve always been a messy eater.”
I slide my thumb into my mouth, her taste still on my skin, holding her dark gaze and wishing to God it was her mouth I was kissing.
“What’d you get?” Piper pats the seat beside her.
“I’m baking pastries with Geraldine later, so I can’t stay long or some of the stuff will spoil.” Reese rests the bags on the edge of the table and offers me a shy smile. “Your flowers are still blooming. I swear they’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
