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little lost.” She started to reach for the needle.
    “I got it.” I moved out of her reach. Her hands weren’t clean. “Sorry if I never took home ec.”
    “Neither did I. Your mom taught me how to sew.”
    That threw me. “She did?”
    “Yeah.”
    Where the hell was I? “Oh. I, uhh, didn’t know that.” The thread finally slid through that impossibly small hole. “Yes.”
    “So are you ready?” Reese stared at the threaded needle I was holding.
    “No. Why do you think I’m just sitting here staring at it?” Dead serious. I had no desire to give Ryan stitches with a hotel sewing kit. Then again, I really wished he hadn’t been shot. I also wished a bunch of freaky, hairy, overweight dudes weren’t after us.
    “Suck it up,” Reese said. “If you do, I’ll let you look under my skirt again.”
    “Right,” I scoffed. “You’ll let me look up it anyway.”
    Reese just glared. Sexy.
     
    *
     
    During the entire process, Ryan moaned and whimpered and tried to scoot away. Instead of holding him still, Reese kept closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to watch. I didn’t blame her. I didn’t want to watch. It was disgusting. And difficult. I finally understood why they used curved needles for this shit.
    Once I was finished, Ryan immediately fell asleep and Reese looked like she wasn’t too far behind. Great team. Unlike them, I was wired, drenched in sweat, and ready to hurl. Stitching up your best friend when you have no idea what you’re doing will really set you on edge.
    I stood, swaying from the rush of blood, and made my way to the small kitchen where I washed up to my elbows like before. Reese was in the same spot when I returned.
    “Babe.” She raised her wavering gaze to mine. “Do you think we should put him in bed?”
    After a second of deliberation, she shook her head. “No. Leave him here.”
    I took her outstretched hands and yanked her to her feet.
    “Are you okay?” She threaded her arms around my neck and pushed close.
    Any response I might have had was lost in the feel of her thighs, belly, breasts suddenly pressed against mine. The fear and trepidation immediately became the need for her. Just her.
    “You’re shaking.” Reese kissed me lightly.
    I didn’t say anything. I simply closed my eyes and let the desire to feel her wash over me. There wasn’t anything I could do about it. She was drunk. I was sober. That was just taking advantage. Besides, I was fine as long as I was holding her.
    “Let’s go to bed, all right?” Reese took me by the hand into our room. Carefully, she started to undress me. Her hands skimmed up my side to strip off my shirt leaving behind the smooth tingling I felt whenever she touched me. A shiver went up my spine. I kicked off my shoes and Reese dropped my pants and underwear to the floor.
    “Reese?” I asked.
    “Sit down, sweetheart.” She guided me to the bed and knelt between my legs.
    “We should sleep.”
    “We will,” Reese promised me.
    Really, I wasn’t going to let her do anything. We were just going to go to bed. But when she kissed me, so lightly and right where I needed her, I lost all conviction.
    “Fuck.” I moaned and dropped my head back.
    “It’s okay.” Reese smoothed her palms up my thighs, opening me wider.
    “But,” I protested. “I should…” I couldn’t remember what I should do. “We have to…” I wasn’t sure what we had to do.
    “Babe, just relax.” And then her lips were on me. Not hard at first, just a light pressure, kisses, and small, light bites. Her fingertips twitched on my flesh as she held me open. She took her time, carefully sucking me off so I wouldn’t go too high too fast. Like she was taking mercy on me instead of her usual teasing, fucking with me until I wanted to cry. The smooth strokes of her tongue took me higher and higher. She took both my hands. Placed one on her breast. Held the other tightly. Her nipple got hard in my palm.
    She was moaning now. The slight