Page 85 of Falling for the Pucking Grump

“I’m never mean,” he argues back. “I give you everything you want.”

“But, right now, at a snail’s pace.”

Reid’s concentration soaks my body in yet again, permitting the seconds to painfully go by. “I’m just appreciating.”

“Appreciate inside me.”

“I’ve created a monster,” he muses with a dark chuckle. “I was going to tell you something.”

“Can you do it after you’ve made me come so hard I’m seeing bright lights and stars?”

He slices his attention back to me. “You tend to pass out sometimes. I’d think every woman would want to hear this.”

I roll my eyes because, obviously, I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I can’t help but be impatient and greedy. “Go ahead then.”

Reid perks a brow. “Are we above talking?”

“We’re above it after you’ve attacked me the moment we stepped into the hotel room. You started it.”

“I did,” he claims. “But it’s not something I’m going to be able to contain for much longer.”

Red flags wave urgently in my head, and I’m instantly on edge. This was bound to go South, right? I did something. Maybe he’s over this. Maybe this is all too much for him right now when he’s trying to get into the playoffs.

“Alright,” I mutter a bit shakily. “What is it?”

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?”

“Because you won’t fuck me until you’ve told me, and now I think it’s something bad.”

Reid cups my cheek and leans forward, causing some of my stress to leave my body. “It’s nothing bad. Well…” I narrow my eyes. “It may be in the long run.”

“What is it?” I repeat. “Are you breaking up—” His brows crash together, and a scowl makes its way up his face.

“No,” he grinds out. “Why the hell would I do that?”

“I dunno,” I admit evenly. “But you’re freaking me out.”

“Shit,” he mutters, dropping his chin into his chest. “Well, this isn’t working.”

Oh my God, I think I’m going to stroke out.

“Just spit it out,” I order tersely. “And get it over with.”

“This isn’t something you just get it over with,” he clips out. “This is supposed to be a moment.”

I have no idea what kind of moment he’s referring to other than what I thought we were going to do.

I drag in a deep breath to keep myself from freaking out further, and Reid glances back up at me again. Defeat written all over his face.

“I love you, Shorty.”

Dead.

I think my brain just shut down because my body is having a hard time performing its normal bodily functions.

I gape at Reid as if he just told me that he murdered someone.

No words leave my lips, even though I have plenty to say and confirm. I try to grasp at the concept of sentences and feelings but they’re stuck.

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