When I come out of my stupor from the oh-God-incredible-orgasm, I push him with my hands on his chest and enter the room. I frantically reach for a pair of jeans and pull them over my legs, slip on some shoes, then grab the cardigan and hurry out of there again. Reid blocks my exit, looking at me also already dressed in his jacket and a jean, his feet bare.
"Where are you going?"
"Away from you."
He shakes his head and I see in his eyes that he's telling me stubborn. I look back at him hard, as hard as I can look when I'm still wearing his T-shirt and the feeling of his fingers inside me hasn't gone away.
Incredibly, he steps aside and points to the door with his hand in an implied "go ahead."
I move a step and stop just as I have him beside me. I look over my shoulder at him and he l
