Malibu Love Story: A Novella

Chapter 11: Heat

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"You want some wine? Or did you have enough to drink with dinner?" Duncan asked, holding up a bottle.

"Ooh, sounds great." Reed nodded from her place on the sofa. She was wearing one of her new pairs of summer PJs, one hundred percent linen and very comfy.

Duncan brought the wine and clicked the movie on before pouring each of them a glass. He, too, was dressed for bed in cut off sweats and a T-shirt.

They sat close together, though not cuddling, exactly. As usual, after a while, Duncan found Reed's nearness distracting. She always smelled good, but after her shower, with her hair down, the fragrance of her, her shampoo, lotion, and all the other unguents she used on herself combined into a heady brew indeed.

He shifted closer to her under the guise of pouring her more wine, and just stayed there after he set the bottle on the coffee table.

During a particularly tense part of the movie, Reed gave a little scream and turned her head into Duncan's arm to hide her eyes.

Duncan lifted his arm and she snuggled in immediately with a murmured "thanks."

If he'd been distracted before, he was damned near out of his mind now. He wondered fleetingly if this was just because it had been so long since he'd been with anyone.

Maybe he should just go to bed and call someone to come over? His relationship with Reed was in a good place, and putting the moves on her now might just muddle things.

But he didn't want "someone," he wanted Reed, and he was willing to risk muddling things to try. After all, they had shared that amazing kiss those weeks ago. And she'd definitely been willing, hadn't she? She'd kissed him back, right?

Right.

Very deliberately, he clicked the "pause" button on the remote, and turned to her. She was almost unbearably close, her warmth nearly surrounding him. This close, he could see the fine pores in her skin and feel her wine-scented breath on his face.

She didn't move away.

He leaned in, rubbing his chest against hers as he turned his head.

She opened her mouth slightly in anticipation of the kiss, and their lips came together silently, wetly as their eyes closed and they turned into each other.

Duncan moaned as he continued to kiss her, and placed a hand on her smooth thigh, just where her pajama shorts ended.

He could feel the electricity in her body, the want as she kissed him back, and it was intoxicating.

"Want to go to my bedroom?" he asked. "I mean, you want to take things farther? You want—me?"

Reed nodded. "Yes, yes, and yes,"

They rose and more or less staggered down the hall, where Duncan grabbed Reed and pressed her against the wall to kiss her again. It was raw and wet, and monstrously exciting. Reed's breathing was rapid and deep as she lifted a leg around him, pulling his pelvis closer to her body.

Duncan unbuttoned her pajama top and plundered her breasts, squeezing them, reveling in their size and warmth. He lowered his mouth to one, biting and sucking, pulling her pebble hard nipple deep into his mouth. He moaned again, feeling her digging her fingers into his hair.

"God, you're beautiful," he muttered holding the breast he was sucking on in his large hand, squeezing the other one with his other.

"Mm, harder, Duncan," Reed murmured against the top of his head.