“Will you think about me before making any decisions that might piss me off?” He grins, but nods his head. “Will you stand up for me against Dal?”
His hand freezes in the middle of my back, where it came to rest as he was caressing me. “Dal, wants to apologize. She admits she was jealous that my attention was on you. In fact, she’s come here with me. I left her at the hotel. She was kind of backup.” I raise my head to look at him. “If you wouldn’t listen to me, she was going to tell you. She really is sorry Callie and I want you both to be friends. I realize that’s probably going to take time because of what she said, but will you try?”
My first impression of Dal isn’t one of friendship, more like that of enemies. But if she’s willing to try again then I guess I am. “Okay. I’ll try if she’s willing to.”
“She is… Will you let me kiss you? I’m starving.”
I nod and get shivers right down to my toes when he slides his hands through my hair to cup the back of my head. I wiggle around in his lap to try and get closer to him, and feel the growing hardness between us. He growls and brings my face closer to him, a breath between us.
“Callie, you up there?”
Fuck!
I pull back slightly.
“Who is it?”
“Creepy Drew.” Damn. “I mean a neighbor.”
I scramble off Reece’s lap and hold my hand out to help him up from the floor.
“Callie?”
Turning quickly to Reece, I say, “Don’t leave me alone with him. I’ll explain later.” I reach up and throw my arms around his neck before sealing his lips with mine.
What started out as a quick kiss turns into so much more the minute our tongues meet. His arms go around me, holding me tight against him while my body starts to go up in flames. God, I’ve missed his taste and the feel of his hard body against mine.
“What the fuck…Callie,” Drew shouts when he opens my bedroom door.
Reece breaks the kiss and puts me behind him. “Who the fuck are you? And what gives you the right to barge into her bedroom like that?” Oh, he’s pissed.
“She’s my girl, that’s what gives me the right.”
What the fuck! I feel Reece tense against me. I need to speak up, but the words die on my dry lips. Drew always frightens me so I stay silent, but I can’t let Reece believe I’ve been with someone else. Does Reece believe him?
“Cut the crap. She’s my girlfriend so I suggest you get the hell out of here before my fist meets that face,” Reece says.
He didn’t believe him. He trusts me. His words give me the courage I need.
Stepping out from behind Reece, I wrap my arm around his waist and snuggle into him before facing Drew and telling him, “I’ve never been your girl Drew, but I am Reece’s.”
He looks ready to burst a gasket as he stands in front of us with his fists clenching and his face getting redder by the minute.
“This isn’t the end because you belong with me,” Drew fumes before doing an about-turn back downstairs leaving me chilled.
What does he mean – this isn’t over?
“Callie.”
I raise my head to meet Reece’s eyes. “Tell me now,” he says in a pissed off voice, “has that bastard ever done anything to you.” Anger washes off of him in waves and I know that he’s ready to go after Drew and beat the shit out of him. I hug him tight, burying my face in his chest.
“He’s only ever looked at me and given me the chills in a bad way, but he’s never touched me.” I don’t think it would be wise to admit he’s the reason why I get claustrophobic at least while they’re in the same vicinity.
Spotting his nipple ring outlined through his shirt, I move forward and opening my mouth I clamp down softly on his nipple. He shudders as the tension starts to leave his body.
My hands have a mind of their own and start to move up under his shirt. I use my nails to lightly scrape over his abs and up to his nipple rings. Shoving his shirt up his chest, I start to lap at one with my tongue and use my fingers to tease the other. He holds my head to him as I continue to lick and nibble his hard nubs, teasing him. His breathing starts to become labored as I lick down his abs to the tops of his pistols. God, these drive me crazy.
I drop to my knees and dip my tongue into the waistband of his jeans as my hand wanders and strokes down his length to his balls.