Iz hadn’t seen Reed all night. He’d left after their escapade on the kitchen table, and she hadn’t seen him since. It was nearly midnight. Her heart ached.
Making love to Reed had been so incredible. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before. The vision of his broad shoulders between her legs, the feel of his expert tongue on her, all of it made her heart soar with the intimacy they shared.
After they’d made love, she thought he was hooked. He’d kissed her and made her come several times. What more proof did he need that they belonged together? Instead of taking her to his bed, he’d left, probably sitting in a bar, beating himself up over the whole incident.
As she got ready for bed, she heard the rumble of the garage door. He was home.
She stared at her reflection, looking for an ans
