He steps forward again and kisses me. “Reed, you’re drunk.” I push him back.
He groans in frustration. “So? You want me. I know you want me.”
He leans down and kisses on my shoulder. He grabs my waist and leans in even closer. “I want you,” he moans. “I want to feel you. I want to see you. All of you.”
He grabs for my shirt, but I grab his hands to stop him. “Woah there buddy, how about you slow things down there?” I ask as I try to squirm away from him.
He growls out in frustration. “I don’t want to slow things down. I want to speed them up.”
I laugh. “You’re so drunk.”
He pushes off the door behind me and takes a step back. He reaches down and grabs the hem of his shirt on both sides, and then he rips it off over his head. I open my eyes wide. “Reed!” I shout.
He gives me a mischievous smile back. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Fuck. I can’t very well do that. Jesus, am I drooling?
I clear my throat. “Reed, put your shirt back on.”
He steps forward again, boxing me in with his forearms against the door. My fingers move forward automatically and touch his stomach. His abs flex at the contact, and so I quickly pull them back. He tries to kiss me again, but I put my finger up against his mouth. “Reed, I’m serious. Stop,” I say without much conviction.
He groans again. “What do you need me to do? Do I need to sign a consent contract?” he jokes.
I roll my eyes. “How about you don't do a complete one-eighty from the sober you, and then maybe I’d trust you are making decisions with a clear head?”
He leans his head down and gently kisses on my shoulder and neck again. “I wanted you even more when I was sober. Why do you think I drank this much? I was trying to forget about you. I was trying to move past you, but I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about you. Every damn second of every damn day, I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you all of the time. I shouldn’t want you, but I can’t stop. I need you.”
I let out a harsh sigh. “You’re killing me here, Reed.” I reluctantly push him back again. “Unfortunately, I can’t even trust you’ll remember this conversation tomorrow, so it’s bedtime for you.”
He walks backward to the bed and falls back on it. “Now you’re talking. I’ve been trying to get you into this bed the whole time.”
I roll my eyes and walk over to the bathroom connected to the room with my bag. I pull my toothbrush out and start brushing my teeth. I turn around when I’m done, and I find Reed looking at me with a stupid grin on his face. Then my eyes travel down to where his hand is shoved down his pants. That’s when I realize he’s touching himself.
I open my eyes wide. “Reed Michael MacCallum! You better not be doing what I think you’re doing right now!” I try to hide my grin.
He gives me such a sexy smile. “Try to stop me.”
I raise my eyebrows all the way up at his challenge. “Jason!” I shout as I head toward the door.
“Oh, c’mon!” Reed whines as I open the door and walk out.
I leave him laying on the bed and walk toward the kitchen where I find Jason with a mouth full of leftover pasta. “What are you doing?” I laugh.
“I was hungry,” he says with a mouth full of noodles.
“Oh my God,” I laugh. “You guys are trashed.”
He nods toward the room. “That was quick. I thought he’d have more stamina than that.”
I punch his arm. “Ow!” he complains.
“Jason! Reed is my brother-in-law!” I shout back. Pretty ironic now that I’m the one trying to do the convincing.
He grins back. “Nah. We considered that marriage dissolved by God the moment Jake fucked those whores.”
I open my eyes wide. “Fuck! You know way too much information about my life for someone I barely know!” I halfway joke, halfway groan.
Reed stumbles into the kitchen behind me and walks up and wraps his arms around my waist from behind. I roll my eyes again. “Get him some of that. He needs some food to soak up some of this alcohol,” I say to Jason.
“And you!” I shove Reed with my elbow to get him off of me. “You get back in bed. You’re sleeping this off now.”
“I’m not even tired,” he groans.