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“Resume the feud?” I ask.
His eyes bounce to my lips then shift to my neck. “Resume the feud,” he repeats.
I don’t know how it happens.
I don’t know who moves first.
If questioned, I would deny any involvement, but maybe it’s me.
Maybe it’s him.
Maybe it’s both of us, drawn together like magnets, an inevitable pull I can’t resist no matter how hard I fucking try.
One minute, we’re six feet apart.
The next I’m pressed against his door. His hand is tangled in my hair and his mouth is on mine. He’s kissing me like a man starved, and I’m not doing a goddamn thing to stop him.
TWENTY-TWO
REID
It’s only beena few weeks since I last kissed Avery, butfuck, I missed it.
I missed the glide of her tongue against mine. The way she grabs my shirt and tugs on my collar. How she moans into my mouth, a sound that makes my cock jump in my pants.
Fucking Christ.
I lift her by her thighs and push her against the door. I pull back and look at her, her eyes wide and her lipstick smeared. There’s a smudge of red on her cheek, and I drag my thumb through it, bringing it down to her chin.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur. She whines, a desperate noise that has me close to losing my mind. “Tell me I should put you down and ask you to leave.”
Avery’s throat bobs with a slow swallow. “I don’t want you to stop,” she rasps.
“You don’t?”
“No.” She shakes her head and lifts my chin with the tips of her fingers. “Remember how I told you to ruin me, Reid?”
“Vividly,” I say, and her grin is lethal. A sexy smirk I want to feel on my cock.
“Do it again,” she whispers. “Forget the bet. Forget how much we don’t like each other. One more time, then we’ll go back to not getting along.” She rolls her hips, a lazy circle that nearly has me forgetting my name. She’s dangerous, wielding too much power. “I’ll beg for it if you want me to.”
Every rational part of my brain tells me to back up. To walk the fuck away and leave her here so I can get back to my job. Back to my responsibilities and away from the five-foot-five distraction in front of me.
But then she reaches between us. She cups me through my joggers, and I know I don’t stand a goddamn chance at winning anything tonight.
“Fuck,” I mumble. My nose bumps against hers, and I put a hand on the door. “Want to make you fucking come. Want to watch you.”
“I’d like that.” Avery tilts her head back, her neck bared and her pulse jumping in her throat. Her thumb strokes down my length and I buck forward, crowding her space. “You know how to make me feel so good, Reid.”
“Sofa,” I grunt. Pulling us away from the door, I move to the couch, glad she kept it cellophane-free. I set her on the cushions and drop to my knees, making quick work of her high-top sneakers and socks. “Too many goddamn clothes.”
“This wasn’t part of the plan,” she says, and I’m distracted when she takes off her shirt. When she tosses it aside and leaves behind a pink bra, tan skin, and full tits. “I didn’t think I’d see you today.”
“Now look at you. Who knew the beauty queen was such a needy fucking slut?”
“So what if I am?” Her cheeks blaze, and there’s fire in her eyes. “Are you going to do anything about it?”
“A lot of things. Let me lock the door first.”
