Feel the Rush: A Hard Feelings Novel (InterMix) by Leverich Kelsie

Author:Leverich, Kelsie [Leverich, Kelsie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2013-08-19T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The sun was streaming through the glass wall, warming her naked skin, as Meagan stretched her aching legs. She opened her eyes to see a sleeping Reed wrapped around her like she was a security blanket. She rolled over, struggling to shift under the weight of his arm that was draped across her, and pressed her back against his naked chest, wedging herself in close. She tucked her head back, nestling under his chin and he automatically pulled her in against him.

She smiled. “You’re awake?”

“I’ve been awake.”

Meagan grabbed onto his hand and wrapped it around her tighter—if that was even possible. “For how long?”

“Long enough to see you drool, kick me a few times, and mumble something that sounded a lot like ‘Reed is a sex god.’ I couldn’t be sure, though.”

She thrust her elbow back. “I don’t drool.”

He pressed his lips to the back of her head as a sleepy laugh escaped. “You do, baby.”

“Dammit, Reed,” she whined.

“Sorry, sugar.”

A knock on the door broke through their combined laughter. “Hey, you two, you planning on coming down anytime today? Becky made lunch and we’re getting ready to load up the truck,” Murano hollered through the door.

She turned in Reed’s arms, a lazy, sex-induced smile on her face. “What time is it?”

Reed reached for his phone on the nightstand. “Damn, it’s after one o’clock.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yep.” Reed leaned over and kissed her forehead. “We better get up and get moving.”

Meagan climbed out of bed and made her way to where her clothes were laying disheveled on the floor, Reed never once taking his eyes off of her. He scooted toward the end of the bed, reached out, and pulled her in between his legs. “I think you’re right, it’s definitely more fun to touch than to look.”

He traced the curves of her body with his hands, his cock rising as he leaned forward and kissed the swell of her breast.

Meagan’s hands braced on his shoulders, pushing him back. “I’m usually always right,” she teased. She stepped out of his embrace and pick up her clothes, quickly getting dressed before Reed had a chance to distract her again.

Reed pulled on a pair of worn jeans up over his hips, threw on a T-shirt, and then walked barefoot toward Meagan, who was raking her fingers through her tangled hair. There was something about the determination in his steps that made her . . . anxious . . . excited . . . unsure.

“You hungry?” he asked, stopping in front of her.

“Starving. Feed me.”

Reed’s lips turned up, and she didn’t like the crooked angle of his grin or the impish gleam in his eyes. “Reed—,” she warned.

He bent over and wrapped his arms under her butt and threw her over his shoulder.

“Reed Porter, what the hell are you doing?”

“Taking you downstairs to feed you, sugar.” He smacked her ass—hard—making her jerk in his arms, then turned and jogged out of the room.

She was still laughing like a kid when he paraded into the kitchen with her flung over his shoulder.

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