“Don’t mind him. He’s had something up his ass ever since the librarian—”
She pulled back and prompted, “Huh? The librarian? At the academy?”
He smirked and shook his head again. “Never mind. That’s some crazy shit right there.”
“Hey, Reese.” Lindy’s voice was saccharin and fake enough to rot out your teeth.
“Shit,” Reese said and took a step back from her, his arm still around Keira’s waist, so he pulled her back with him.
Lindy lowered her eyes to where he held Keira, and she didn’t miss the thinning of the other girl’s lips.
“You fucking sneak up on people like that normally?” Reese sounded annoyed. “Give us a heads-up next time.”
Keira held back her amusement as Lindy stormed away. Reese wasn't trying to be funny, but Keira found it hilarious that he called Lindy out on her creepy-ass self.
Lindy was dressed in a tiny cheerleading outfit. It was indecent, not regulation size, not with how she probably rigged it, snipped it, and made it as short as she could without showing tits and her pussy.
What Keira hated most, aside from Lindy’s lack of a decent personality, was the fact that she was so damn gorgeous. If she’d been ugly, or hell, at least plain like Keira saw herself, she wouldn't feel so… inadequate when her bitch-ass came by. But how did Reese not notice Lindy’s gorgeousness?
“Because she’s a conceited bitch and has as much depth as a puddle in the street,” Reese said, and Keira's face flamed at the fact that she’d actually said that thought out loud.
Oh. God.
Reese gave her this smoldering smile and leaned down, his lips by her ear. “No one compares to you.”
A shiver worked its way up her spine at the way he said that; all he had to do was string together a few words, and her body lit up. He pulled back, his face still so close to hers. The seriousness in his expression was tangible.
“Any girl compared to you?” He shook his head slowly. “No contest, Keira.” He brushed his finger along the side of her neck. “No fucking contest at all.” The gentle sweep of his finger along her skin had everything inside her coming awake.
Whatever the hell was going on between them was getting deeper for her, and at the end of the day, when the time came, she’d have to decide how far she was willing to take it—and she didn’t mean just physically.
23
The rest of the week passed fairly quickly, and after the awkward lunchroom incident with Lindy, Keira really hadn’t seen her. Thank God.
And all Keira could think about anymore was what she wanted to do with Reese… and how far she wanted to go. She liked him… a lot, and those feelings were starting to blur into something she’d never experienced before. She didn’t know what it was. Lust? No, that didn’t seem right. Love? She didn’t know. She’d never been in love before. But what she was very aware of was how she felt for Reese, the emotions that churned inside her when he was near, the way her body had a mind of its own when he touched her.
God, she was confused, but it was the best kind of unknowing she’d ever experienced.
And he liked her—that was clear. He wanted her; that was evident by how he watched her, touched her, kissed her. But how deep did it go for him?
She stared at herself in the mirror, smoothing her hands down her jeans, feeling her heart race. Maybe she should talk to him about all this? In reality, that was the most straightforward, realistic option. But she was afraid, terrified to know that maybe his feelings weren’t on the same level as hers.
And it was that fear that had her keeping things to herself. But for how long?
Her parents had left this afternoon to spend the weekend at their vacation home a few hours away. Reese was picking her up so they could spend some time together, and what was currently at the forefront of her mind was she had the house to herself.
She’d be alone. Even Sharon had the weekend off.
The sound of Reese knocking on the front door had her heart kicking up in gear. She pushed the thoughts moving through her to the back, took a deep breath in, and opened the front door. He stood there looking so damn good, as always. Whether in the BMA school uniform, or a pair of jeans and plain black T-shirt, Reese Trenton was definitely easy on the eyes.
“Hey,” she said, her voice sounded way too sexual.
He gave her a half-smile, and before she knew what he was doing, Reese took a step toward her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her in. He had his hand on her nape, tilted her head back, and slanted his lips on hers. The sudden act had her eyes widening as surprise filtered through her, but God he felt good pressed against her.
He pressed his body harder against hers, and she took a step back. He followed her, mimicking her movements until she felt her back meet the wall. An involuntary moan spilled from her before she could stop it.
And as the kiss became more heated, as she felt every hard inch of him, something in her snapped. Keira found herself acting out of character as she slipped a hand between their bodies and started running her finger along the waistband of his jeans. Reese groaned roughly and kissed her harder. She ran her fingers over the hard, muscularly defined swatch of abdomen she came in contact with.
He pulled away. “Wait.” His breath was warm and smelled sweet, but there was tightness in it that made her think he was having a hard time controlling himself. Good, because she was right there with him.
He rested his forehead against hers, and they both breathed in and out roughly, his hands on her waist, his fingers digging into her sides.
“Why did you stop?” She could hear how needy she sounded.
He pulled back even more and stared down at her. His eyes were on her lips, and the fact that his pupils were dilated, as if his very arousal was this living entity inside him, changing him, having him losing it, turned her on even more.
“You don’t want to keep going?” She was all but panting, her pussy wet, her nipples aching so badly she knew if he touched them she might very well get off.
“If we don’t stop, I’m liable to do something we both may not be ready for.” He said the words, yet she could hear the heat and arousal laced within them. “I may not have the strength to stop, Keira,” he whispered the last part.
“Reese.” She slid her hands up his sides, over his bulging biceps, and curled her fingers on his shoulders. His muscles were hard and defined, and when she let her fingers dig farther into his warm skin, she felt his entire body tense under her touch. “I want this.” She rose on her toes, so her breasts were pressed against his hard chest. A small gasp left her at the pressure on her nipples now.
His breathing changed to a faster, labored pace.
The words she wanted to say were right on the tip of her tongue, but fear had her stalling. Fear had her worried he’d deny her. But how would she know unless she said them? “Let’s go upstairs.”
He closed his eyes and groaned but didn’t respond. When he opened his eyes again, all she saw was raw need. Reese cupped the side of her face and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe, until she was lightheaded, until she was clutching at him for stability.
“I want you, Keira,” he murmured against her lips. “Christ, I want you so fucking badly.” To solidify his words, he gripped her wrist in one hand and moved it between their bodies so her palm was flat on his cock. He was so hard for her.