“Okay, well, that shirt? Just tight enough to outline all those yummy muscles. And the way your butt fills out those jeans? Hubba hubba.”
Reed threw his head back and laughed. “Gee, I had no idea I was talking to Bazooka Joe.”
“I’m serious, you look so good in those jeans I want to rip them off you.” Darcy glanced past his impossibly broad shoulders, catching sight of something that made her raise one brow in challenge. “In fact, why don’t we duck in there so I can do just that?”
He twisted around, chuckling when he spotted the rickety little shed a dozen yards from where they stood. It was tucked behind a row of empty tables, its wooden door gaping open to reveal the stacks of crates inside of it.
“Are you seriously suggesting we get it on in the middle of the farmers market?” Reed drawled.
Darcy had been half joking, but the second he said the words, her thighs clenched so hard she nearly pulled a muscle.
She slowly met Reed’s gaze. “No, I’m suggesting we get it on in a shed in the middle of the farmers market.”
Unmistakable interest lit his vivid blue eyes.
“Well?” she prompted.
“Lead the way, baby.” He answered with no hesitation, and a whole lot of mischief.
Her pulse sped up as she laced her fingers through his and tugged him toward the shed. Reed laughed in surprise, but she noticed that not a single protest left his mouth as the two of them ever so casually approached the small structure. Darcy furtively glanced around to make sure nobody was looking, then pulled Reed inside and closed the door.
Darkness instantly enveloped them, but several sliver-thin gaps in the wooden door allowed for shards of light to slice into the cramped space. She glimpsed dust motes dancing over Reed’s head, and wrinkled her nose at the odor of dirt, oil and sawdust. But at least it didn’t smell like rotting fruits and vegetables, so that was a plus.
There was also no lock, but luckily the door did latch, and Darcy knew it would stay latched, because Reed leaned his back against it as he jerked her toward him.
His mouth met hers, and the urgency of his kiss robbed her of breath. His lips devoured hers, his slick tongue entering her mouth in one sensual glide. He cupped her ass and brought her lower body flush to his, rotating his hips so she could feel every tantalizing inch of his arousal. Heart pounding, Darcy rubbed up against him like an attention-starved cat, moaning when his mouth dropped to her neck to kiss her feverish flesh.
Her hands fumbled for the button of her jeans, and she cursed herself for not wearing a skirt. She really, really needed to start wearing more skirts.
And the notion that she was now basing her fashion decisions on how easily she could grant Reed Miller access to her body didn’t even bother her. She wanted him inside her, now, and damn her stupid pants for getting in the way.
When Reed released a groan of dismay, she realized that her clothing situation was the least of their concerns. “I don’t have a condom,” he told her.
She groaned too. “Neither do I. We used up the stash in my purse when you came over yesterday after school.” She wasn’t on the pill because it gave her terrible migraines, and no way was she risking having sex without birth control.
But she’d also be damned if they went back outside without at least one of them orgasming first.
“You’re not leaving this shed until you come,” she declared. “Undo your pants so I can suck you off.”
He responded with a smirk. “Undo yours so I can finger you.”
They stared at each other in a sexual standoff, until Reed gave her an innocent look and said, “If I finger you first, I’ll be able to lick your juices off my hand, and trust me, I’ll come so fast if I’m tasting you on my lips when you’re blowing me.”
A strangled moan flew out. Darcy hurriedly unzipped her jeans, and a second later Reed’s warm hand slid inside her panties, his skillful fingers seeking out her clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub with his index finger, steady, circular motions that made her tingle.
She was awed by the look of sheer concentration on his face, the steely determination, as if his entire purpose in life was to make her come.
She was too sexed up, too primed, too excited by the fact that they were doing this in a paper-thin structure in the middle of her favorite farmers market. The muffled voices and carefree laughter coming from behind the door only fueled that excitement, and when Reed pushed two fingers inside her she had to bite her lip to stop from crying out.
“Oh baby, this gets you so hot, doesn’t it? Getting fingered while all those people walk around outside that door, totally oblivious.” His voice was raspy. Mocking. Seductive. “What would they think if they knew what I was doing to you right now? What would they do if they saw you biting your lip like that, if they felt how wet you are? My fingers are soaked, baby.”
With a sinful smile, he curled his hand and stroked her G spot, and Darcy exploded in a hot rush. She cut off her own scream by burying her face in Reed’s chest and using his shirt as a gag. She felt his heart pounding against her cheek and realized he was as excited as she was. That getting her off just now had affected him as much as it had her.
The moment she was coherent enough to function, Darcy dropped to her knees and had his c**k out of his pants in record speed. Now it was Reed who was biting his lip to keep from making noise. Reed who was trembling from her touch.
His features stretched tight as she wrapped her lips around the head of his c**k and sucked.