Page 191 of Pulse Zero
“So what you’re saying is that I don’t satisfy you enough to get you through three days without me.”
I huff as my gaze snaps to his, ready to argue right back with him and accuse him of being jealous of a toy. But the little smirk in the corner of his mouth gives me pause.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I grumble. “You’re not even mad.”
“Oh, I am mad.” He takes a step forward, forcing me to take one backward, my back hitting the shower door and rattling the glass. He crowds me, leaning in until his face is inches from mine. “I’m mad I wasn’t here to watch.”
My breath catches at the predatory glare in his eyes. He just walked through the front door all of two seconds ago, and he already has me panting.
So fucking unfair.
It’s Sunday afternoon, the only day I take off from the Institute. Reese just got home from his trip, we made out against the desk in the study where I was working, and then he came in here to take a shower and change. He hasn’t even removed a single article of clothing yet, even his gun still in the holster strapped over his shoulder.
He sees my gaze dip down to it, and his smirk grows.
“Since I wasn’t,” he says, “how about you tell me what youdid with it? What you were thinking while it was in your ass?”
I bite my lip and avert my gaze again before mumbling, “It wasn’t in my ass.”
“What?”
I can practically hear the furrowed brow in his tone, but I still refuse to look him in the eyes. I’m not usually this embarrassed by something, but…well,thisis awkward.
“It was…between…my legs.”
The silence lasts long enough to make me wince.
Then he fuckinglaughs. It’s soft and breathy, coming out through his nose.
I finally look at him and pout. “Don’t make fun of me.”
His gaze softens, and his hand comes up, gently taking my chin between his finger and his thumb. “I’m not, little menace.” It sounds sincere enough to have my face relaxing. The tender brushing of his thumb against my skin doesn’t hurt. “That was one of the hottest moments of my life.”
“Really?”
“It was my first experience with a man, withyou. Of course it was.”
“Well, good to know my first impression kills.”
He narrows his eyes, but I see the amusement swimming in them. “Only temporarily.”
“That’s a good thing,” I say with a grin, shifting on my feet. “It was one of the hottest moments of my life too. I’d really love to keep having more.”
His gaze rakes over my face, then lower. The air between us becomes charged with something besides the electricity that’s always on a low setting under my skin.
“Now I’m curious about something.” His voice deepens, and his hand slowly moves to my throat, fingers wrapping around possessively. “What is it that makes you still think about it? Is it the way I used you? Your fear? My gun?”
By the time he’s finished talking, my chest is heaving again. My answer comes out quiet. “All of it.”
He replaces the hand around my throat with his other one so he can remove his gun from its holster. I hold my breath as he brings the tip of the barrel to my mouth, brushing it across my lips. My eyes flutter closed, and my jeans start feeling a little tight.
“Do you want to know whatIstill think about?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer eagerly.
“‘Please, Reese. I can’t take any more.’”
My eyes fly open again, meeting the wicked glint in his.
