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Tobie

What are you doing?

I knock sharply on Reid’s door. That kiss changed things, and I have to do something about it, even if I’m wrong.

If I am wrong, then at least I’ve contained my humiliation to one person instead of a packed arena.

As the seconds tick down, my nerves ramp up, and I turn to leave when the door suddenly swings open.

Reid fills the doorway.

It’s late, for me at least, nearly ten forty-five, and he’s dressed—or barely dressed—for bed in a pair of low-slung boxers.

That’s it.

Just an obscene amount of tanned, muscled chest and a pair of navy briefs that aren’t doing nearly enough to conceal?—

“Tobie?”

I rip my eyes from his pants to the surprised smile on Reid’s face.

And I stare at him.

His smile fades. “What’s wrong? Did that jackass?—”

“I’m a good girl,” I blurt out, then wince, glancing down the hallway to make sure it’s still empty. It is. Clearing my throat, I lower my voice. “I, uh… I don’t do this.”

Reid cocks his head, confused. “Do what?”

I pull on the belt of my coat and hold the front open. “This.”

His eyes dip, and he gulps so hard I track his bobbing Adam’s apple.

The last ten minutes were some of the most intensely stressful in my life.

As I hurried across the quad, head down, I hugged myself to make double and triple sure that the belt on my coat wouldn’t come undone, and I wouldn’t get arrested for public indecency when I accidentally flashed someone.

The stress melts away as Reid’s fingers tighten around the edge of the door, and he seems utterly incapable of taking his eyes off me.

I swear my boobs are a half inch away from falling out of my pink demi bra that I paired with the matching lacy thong and thigh-high stockings.

He doesn’t seem to notice I’m wearing my pink Chucks because there was no way I was wearing high heels in case I broke my ankle and wound up in the ER in a trench coat and underwear.

So it had to be sneakers.

“Um, Reid?”

He scrubs a hand over his eyes. “This, uh… isn’t a dream, is it?” he asks, so hopefully, I don’t regret doing such an un-Tobie-like thing for even a second.

Smiling, I rise to my tiptoes and kiss him softly on the lips. “Not a dream.”

He pushes the door open wider. “Come inside before one of the guys on my floor sees you and jumps you.”

“And you?” I whisper as his breathing grows heavier. “What do you intend to do to me?”

I’m in his room, back to the wall, and his lips are on mine before I know what’s happening.

Thud .

I jump, startled by the slamming door.

He breaks the kiss. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I?—”

His lips are back on mine, hands roving under my coat, my ass, my breasts. He groans thickly and hauls me close. “Fuck. You feel good.” He breaks away, breathing hard, his forehead against mine. “I have to slow down.”

I wrap my arms around his waist. “I thought you were going to laugh at me when I did this.”

“You thought I would laugh when the girl I’ve wanted more than anything else in the world knocked on my door, intending to seduce me?”

I nod.

“This is the stuff of dreams.” He hauls me into his arms. Then he frowns. “What do you have in your pocket?”

I blush. I blush hard .

“Tobie?” He leans back to meet my gaze.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my large handful of condoms when I practically emptied a machine in the girls’ bathroom.

Reid stares, jaw slack. “Shit. I hope I’m not about to disappoint you.”

“I wasn’t sure if you had any,” I explain. “And I really wanted to do this.”

“With me?”

He slants his head, his lips hover over mine, and his hand fists the back of my hair.

“With you,” I breathe out.

His kiss is deep, lingering and so sweet, as if he’s still forcing himself to keep the pace slow, even as he pushes my coat off my shoulders.

I shiver as he runs his palms up my back and down again, gripping my ass and tucking my body flush against his.

As I hook my arms around the back of his neck, I’m ready to slide down the wall into a puddle on the floor from his kisses alone.

His palms slide over my waist, cupping my hips. They don’t just stroke, they caress every inch as his tongue traces the seam of my lips and he inserts a muscled thigh between my legs.

I’m grinding my pussy against his thigh to relieve the mounting tension.

He drags his knuckle down over my right breast, back up, and I moan into his mouth when he plucks my nipple.

Yes . I’m riding his thigh as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he’s holding me against him, timing each thrust of his tongue with my rocking motions.

He breaks the kiss so suddenly that I’m lost until he wrenches my bra down, takes my nipple into his mouth, and I buck.

I’m trembling all over, head back, bra cups shoved down to expose my breasts to Reid’s hungry gaze as he goes to his knees.

His boxers have tented. He doesn’t seem to notice or even care. He’s that laser-focused on my pussy.

“Reid?” I grip his hair, not sure if I’m trying to stop or drag him closer.

His hands stroke the curve of my belly, and he hooks the waistband of my panties and draws them down my legs. “No screaming. The guys on my floor stay up late.”

He licks his lips, and my breath hitches at the sight of his tongue. He’s going to put that on me.

In me.

When he peers up at me, there’s a trace of amusement in his flint-gray gaze. “Unless it’s my name.”

I drag air into my mouth. “Huh?”

“If you’re going to scream, I won’t have a problem if it’s my name, beautiful.”

I’m laughing as his fingers dig into the globes of my ass, and he yanks me forward, putting his mouth on me.

“Oh God.” Within seconds, I’m writhing, squirming, doing everything humanly possible to crawl up the wall.

He kisses my inner thigh. “That’s it.”

He holds my hips and draws close, his tongue teasing, lapping, tasting.

My head is pressed against the wall, one leg draped over Reid’s muscled shoulder, and his tongue in me. I bite off a gasp as he licks up, circles my swollen clit with his tongue, and groans as he laps faster as if he can’t get enough.

We’re rocking together. Faster. My moans are getting louder, and I couldn’t silence them for all the money in the world. He controls the pace, lightly sucking my clit as I dance closer to the edge.

He slides one finger inside me. Then two, curls both, and I’m done.

The only reason I don’t wind up a puddle on the floor is his hand on my hip, keeping me up.

“Perfect,” he says softly, still smiling as he returns to me. “You are absolutely perfect, Tobie Myers, and there is not one thing I would change about you.”

“I, uh… didn’t think about what comes next,” I say sheepishly, still breathing hard. “I wasn’t thinking much beyond the trench coat, the lingerie, and a pocket full of condoms. Oh, and not getting arrested by accidentally flashing someone.”

“Oh, I know,” he says, his lips curling into a smile.

I giggle when he tickles my side. “Reid…”

He bends his head and very softly brushes his lips over mine. “See, the only thing better than kissing you is putting a smile on your face. Wrap your arms around me, beautiful.”

I don’t hesitate to follow along with his soft order. “And then…”

I gasp as my feet leave the floor.

I’m not light, but he lifts me easily, carrying me over to the bed and laying me on it. “This.”

I toe off my Chucks and Reid grins as they thump to the floor. “What? I figure you did the carrying, I should do something.” He’s smiling down at me as I run the tips of my fingers over his cheek. “That kiss in the arena. What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking,” he says quietly. “I saw your face pop up on that big screen, and I couldn’t help but feel.”

I stroke my hands over him, taking my time exploring every groove as our lips brush, tongues tangle, and he groans when I dig my fingers into the strong muscles of his back.

And I swear he holds his breath as I slide his boxers down, and he takes over, shoving them the rest of the way.

“You still want this, beautiful?” he breathes out, fingers stroking the hair back from my face.

“Yes.”

He grabs a condom, tearing off the corner with his teeth, but when he moves to slip it on, I catch his wrist. “Let me.”

I roll the condom over the tip, and he holds his breath, then releases it in a rush as I smooth it the rest of the way over him.

“ Shit ,” he whispers, trembling. “I wanted this to be slow. And you, beautiful, are determined to blow my fucking mind open. Get it on . I need to be inside you.”

Laughing, I give him a gentle squeeze, which makes him groan.

I wrap my arms around him as my breath slows, anticipation thick in the air.

His hips move back, and my belly tightens.

And he stops.

He stares down at me for two full seconds, his hands cupping my face and his eyes searching mine. “Fuck. I can’t believe this is real.”

He presses his blunt tip between my thighs. I part them, making more room for him, holding his gaze, nails in his skin, a moan falling from my lips as he pushes.

We both groan at the first inch, and I grab desperately at his arms as he slowly impales me. He’s big, stretching me, making me feel so alive with each inch he buries inside me. I never want this to stop.

“Too much?” he stops.

“More.”

He’s trembling, his hands flexing on me, and I know he’s still trying to slow things down. Trying to give me the slow and sweet he seems to think I deserve.

“Harder,” I moan.

He’s panting. “Tobie…” He gasps. “Shit, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I wrap my legs around him, dig my heels into his lower back, and work myself on him in one rocking motion that buries him to the hilt.

His control snaps.

The headboard slams into the wall with each hard thrust of his cock inside me. I’m filling the room with moans I should stop in case anyone hears me. But I can’t stop. I want more. Need more. We thrust together, bodies writhing, lips hungry.

Every part of him is so much bigger than I am, yet he feels like he was meant to live inside me. He fills and completes me, snatching up all the empty, aching parts and replacing them with pure feelings.

He’s groaning loudly, each thrust ending in a rolling twist.

Those little twists will be the end of me.

My breathing changes. The sound of my heart pounding fills my head. I can’t drag enough air into my lungs.

Then the pleasure hits.

I dig my heels into the backs of his thighs. My hips buck, my stomach tenses as I choke out a moan, and I tighten around him.

He slams into me, holds me flush against him, and I feel him jerking, straining to go a little deeper into me.

We slump together, panting hard as we cling to each other. His back is damp and sweaty when I slide my arms around him.

Long minutes later, I run my fingers down Reid’s sweat-dampened back. “Reid?”

“Beautiful?”

“If I’d done this in my sweats?” I ask, curious about his response.

“If you’d shown up in your sweats?” His expression is thoughtful.

“Yeah. What would you have done?”

He rolls me onto my back, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“I’d have made sure to love every inch of you.

” His eyes are so soft and warm. It’s a look that steals all the air from my lungs.

“And I’d never have stopped feeling like the luckiest guy in the world that it was my door you knocked on. ”

I’m falling asleep when he kisses my hair. “You won’t sneak out on me and have me convinced this was just a dream, will you?”

I blink up at him. “No, why?”

But I think I might have. When the cold, hard reality of turning up at his door in a trench coat and lingerie hits me in the morning, I can totally see myself slipping away to do the walk of shame back to my dorm, even if I’m not feeling the least bit shameful now.

“I want to take you out for breakfast,” he says, yawning.

“But I don’t have clothes,” I remind him.

“You can wear my sweatpants and jersey.”

“I could just wear a T-shirt,” I remind him.

He kisses me. “I want you in something with my name on the back so everyone knows you’re mine.”

A tiny bit of me melts at his words. Hell. All of me melts.

“And will we go somewhere on campus?” Somewhere public, I mean, where everyone will see us.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and shakes his head. “No. This breakfast is just about you and me. I know a place.”

Yawning, I lean against him. “What place?”

Truth be told, I rarely leave campus. My introverted, socially anxious self finds a safe place and stays put. I’m all about routine and the familiar.

“A hole in the wall. The sort of place you think is a food poisoning waiting to happen.”

I smile against his neck. “You’re not really selling it to me.”

He laughs and squeezes me. “They make the best damn breakfast in town. You could eat off the kitchen floor, it’s that clean. It’s my favorite place other than the ice, and I want to take you there. I want to show you all of my favorite things.”

I touch his cheek. “I’m looking at one of mine.”

His smile is as achingly sweet as his kiss. “That so?”

I nod. “It is.”

Tonight feels so surreal. As if I’ve dreamed all this up, and I’ll wake up at any moment and I’ll be back in my dorm.

“What are you thinking?” Reid asks softly.

Smiling, I loop my arms around his shoulders. “That I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to kiss me again.”

“Wouldn’t mind it, huh?” He raises an eyebrow, expression thoughtful, though his lips twitch with barely concealed amusement. “Sounds like I have some improvements to make.”

I feign indifference. “I mean, your kisses aren’t exactly terrible but—” I dissolve into giggles when he mercilessly tickles me.

And once Reid has finished making me laugh, neither of us gets as much sleep as we should.

I lied.

Reid’s kisses are everything a girl could dream of. Just like he is.