Chapter Thirteen
Reid
Fuckkk, she is beautiful. Does this woman get under my skin like no other?
Absolutely. Can I admit that she also makes the skin under my belt rise?
Absolutely. I don’t know what it is about her, but those brown eyes make me lose all sense of control.
I haven’t seen this side of her in a long damn time, but it’s reminded me that maybe she’s still in there under all of that prissy bullshit.
“Earth to Reid!” I am snapped back to reality by Carter catching me staring at Caroline and her friends dancing and singing across the floor. “You good, bro? Are you still here or does some chick have you entranced?” He tries to follow my gaze, but I turn my head towards him.
“Sorry, yeah too much Jack I guess. Just sobering up a bit over here.” Which was true, for the most part.
“Alright, just let me know when you wanna leave but this is the most fun I’ve seen this place in a long time.” Carter yells back as he heads back to the bar.
By the time I turn my eyes back to the dance floor, she’s heading my way, her vision set on the restrooms behind me.
A jolt comes over me in her presence that I can’t ignore.
Screw it. I can’t torture myself any longer.
I grab her waist from behind, right as she’s passing by me and pull her over to the wooden beam I’m leaning on.
She looks surprised, but amused. Her straight honey locks whipping around so I can see the smirk on her pink lips.
Before I can stop myself, her face is in my hands and my lips are on her faster than I can second guess my actions.
To my surprise, she doesn’t pull back. After a split second, she’s kissing me back with a passion I haven’t felt in a long time.
I push her face away, still holding it in my hands, to finally catch my breath and can’t believe she’s looking at me without disdain.
Breaking our gaze, she's now yanking me around.
She grabs my hand and pulls me down the dark hall to the private family bathroom and slams the door shut behind us, sliding the lock.
All of the tension in my body is released when she spins around to wrap her arms around my neck and I pin her up against that very door.
The music is muddled into a quiet beat in here and I can now hear my heart beating out of my chest.
Ignoring the lingering urinal scent, our hands are all over each other.
It’s a passionate frenzy of throwing ourselves together in this tiny, dirty space.
Searching for anywhere to go, I slide my hands under her ass in those tight jeans and wrap her legs around my hips, sitting her onto the bathroom counter.
Maybe it's not the most sanitary option, but neither of us seems to mind at the moment. She’s unbuttoning my shirt and sliding her hands over my chest as I kiss down her neck.
I slip one shoulder out of her top and make my way down her clavicle with my tongue.
She throws her head back in a moan and it does something to me.
This out of body experience of our sloppy makeout session is abruptly halted by the vibrating in her back pocket. We both try to ignore it, but it doesn’t stop. Finally she reaches back and pulls her phone out to see who it is.
“Shit!” Caroline frustratingly exclaims. “Hey,” she quickly changes her tone to answer the call.
I can’t make out what’s being said on the other end of the line, but it sounds like one of her girlfriends.
“Yeah, sorry, I lost my phone in the bathroom. I’ll be right out!
” She hangs up, lifting her perfect ass to slide the phone back in her pocket.
“I’m sorry,” she says without making eye contact, as she pulls her shirt back over her shoulder and runs her hands through her hair. “I have to go,” she states simply as she hops off the counter and pushes past me before I can even respond.
Suddenly, she’s out the door and I’m left here with my shirt hanging open.