He cups his free hand around my neck and pulls me up to his mouth. Our lips are pressed together in seconds and he's kissing me with urgency, like he's never done it before, like he's been dying to all his life.
"Beautiful," he groans, cupping my cheeks. Tugging on my lower lip, he makes another deep growl from the back of his throat and his hands drop to my side. He yanks up my baseball tee, whipping it over my head. It's on the floor and his hands are back to my face, cradling me.
But I need to feel more of him.
My fingers drop to his hips, fumbling for the end of his shirt. He groans as I slide my hands beneath the material, feeling along the hard muscles of his stomach. It's so warm, so perfect. I could touch Reid all day. He breaks away and pulls back, whipping off his shirt. He tosses it to the floor with mine and kisses me again.