My head was spinning. I teetered on the edge of wanting to concede, right there in the kitchen, and wanting to mess with him.
This is day four of seven, my Wolf reminded me, determined. Three days left. Don’t admit defeat.
Reid let go of my hair to unclasp my bra, but I spoke, and stopped him in his tracks. “I didn’t give up.”
He stiffened and straightened up to stare daggers at me. “You did give up. You said you gave up right before Cam started pounding on the f*****g door,” he argued.
I smiled. Laughter threatened to bubble up inside my throat.
Reid’s eyes narrowed. “Why are we even playing this game?”
“Are you giving up?” I asked.
“No,” he said flatly. “But why?”
I slipped my hand between our bodies to give the bulge in his pants a slight, teasing squeeze. “Bit frustrated, Alp
