“Willy Kneader . . . was he the one with the daughter who asked that famous football player to prom, and he said yes?”
“Yeah. Gabby Kneader. He wound up taking out all their friends in a stretch limo. Rogan was so jealous. I think he told Harper at the time that she should have pulled the same stunt just so he could meet Joe Garrison.”
“That’s right. He was whoring his own girlfriend out for his personal gain. I remember that. Harper was so mad because Rogan made it seem like the football guy was more important than her.”
Reid leans forward and looks over his shoulder before saying, “I think at the time Rogan would have taken Joe over Harper.”
“No way.” I shove him back in his seat. “Rogan was so in love with Harper. Even though I was just a sophomore watching them as seniors, I knew what infatuation looked like, and Rogan couldn’t ever take his eyes off Harper. I remember wishing a guy would look at me like that one day.”
“Yeah?” Reid asks, staring me down. “Am I looking at you like that right now?”
“Oh yeah, and it’s giving me all kinds of butterflies,” I deadpan. “Please stop. My heart can’t take it.”
“Sorry, babe. Can’t help myself when I’m with you.”
“Shut up.” I nudge him with my foot. “It wouldn’t kill you to be more romantic.”
“You don’t think I’m romantic?” His eyes widen. “What do you call the way I sucked on your clit last night? If that’s not romantic, I don’t know what is.” He crosses his bulky arms and huffs.
“Say it a little louder next time,” I whisper, glancing around. “And that’s not romantic—that’s being a sexual deviant.”
“Sexual deviant?” A hearty laugh pops past his lips. “If I’m a sexual deviant, then you’re Satan’s mistress after the blow job you gave me this morning.”
“Reid,” I hiss.
“What?” He shrugs. “That was some good sucking, babe. Nearly sucked me to my knees.”
“Oh my God.” I go to pack my things, but the devil of a man grabs my wrist and pulls me onto his lap, right in front of everyone in the coffeehouse. A few people turn, watching us with wide eyes; others just ignore us altogether. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper out of the side of my mouth.
He cups my cheek and draws my face close to his. “Trying to make it into the newspaper as the most romantic guy in town.” He presses just a whisper of a kiss across my mouth, teasing me, taunting me. He knows how much I get lost in his kisses, and he’s using that to his advantage.
When he pulls away, I run my tongue across my lips, tasting his blueberry coffee. And even though we’re in public, in goddamn Snow Roast no less, I can’t seem to pry myself off his lap, not when he makes me so completely happy.
“You’re not playing fair, Knightly. You can’t kiss me like that and think I don’t want more.”
“Do you want more?”
“You know I do.”
“Then take it,” he says, challenge in his voice.
“People will take pictures, sell them to the newspaper. We’ll be the talk of the town. Tales will be spun about us, and an innocent kiss in Snow Roast will quickly turn into a sexual encounter on the espresso machine. You know how things get out of hand.”
“As long as they make my penis seem even bigger than it already is, I’m cool with anything.” His free hand wanders up the back of my shirt, his warm palm pressing against my spine.
“Do you know how juvenile that sounds?”
“Hey, if you want, I can put in a good word for your boobs. Instead of mosquito bites, I can ask them to make some embellishments.”
“What?” I pinch his side. He squeaks and laughs at the same time. “I do not have mosquito bites. Last night you practically gagged on them.”
“Look who’s twisting the truth now. You’re hanging out with me too much, Roberts.”
“Yeah, maybe I should do something about that. Maybe call off our little get-together tonight. Not sure I’ll make it to the houseboat.”
“What?” He pouts. “But I bought sexy candles. They smell like man.”
“As appealing as that sounds, I think I’ll have to pass.” I rub my thumb over his jaw and down his neck as he leans in for another kiss.
“Come on, I’ll bring the good tongue action.”
“Oh, the good tongue action. What have I been getting then? Mediocre?”
“Slightly above average. I have some tricks up my sleeve I’ve been meaning to show you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He shifts me on his lap so I can feel just how excited he is to have me there. Men. They’re impossible.
“Fine, don’t believe me.” His hands slide to the waistband of my pants, and his fingers slowly inch beneath it.
I stop him quickly.
“Don’t you dare.”
“What?” His smile is wicked. “I’m just trying to get my fill since you won’t come over tonight.”
He slips his hand farther down.
“Reid. I’m warning you. Not here.”
His grin widens. “Are you shy, Eve?” A few more inches. “You didn’t care when I had my hand down your pants on the dance floor. So why now?”
“Reid . . .” He tickles my backside, and I nearly fly off his lap while laughter spills from him, filling the coffee shop. “I hate you so much.”
“No you don’t.” He continues to laugh, pinching my chin with his forefinger and thumb, lowering my mouth to his. “Just say you’ll come over tonight, and all of this will be over.”
“Blackmail.”
“I’m not ashamed. Come over tonight. I want to show you how twisted my tongue can get.” His tongue flicks out against my lips, and my legs clench together from the sheer thought. Ugh, how I wish he didn’t have this effect on me.
“Fine,” I mutter, giving in way too easily. “But if there’s no twisty tongue action, I’m leaving.”
“Trust me, babe,” he whispers. “There will be so much twisty tongue action that you’ll be screaming my name, begging for release.”
A girl can only hope.
“Reid, please,” I moan, my hands strapped above me, my legs spread across the bed, and Reid’s head between my thighs.
“Mm, I love when you beg.” He flicks his tongue across my clit and then pulls away, watching as my body writhes up and down, almost thrashing as I try to ease the ache pounding through my very core.
“I’m so close. I need to come.”
His hand presses against my stomach. “I understand that, babe, but I’m just going to hang out here for a second.”
Reid wasn’t kidding when he said twisty tongue action. For the past five minutes, he’s been swirling his tongue in all different directions, applying pressure to my clit, giving me the best buildup to an orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Sparks of pleasure shoot up my limbs as excitement builds and builds at the base of my spine to the point that tears are welling in my eyes.
Breasts heavy, nipples taut from his continuous pinching, I’m past aroused and ready to tip over the edge into the oblivion any second.