Giving It to the Bad Boy by Jenika Snow

His
    breathing was just as harsh as hers.
    “We have to stop, or I won’t be able to.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Not that I give a shit
    about missing the movie, but I don’t want to do this with you in a public setting.” His words sent heat through her body and had her pulse racing. Images of what they could be doing alone slammed in her
    mind, and she felt herself grow wetter between her legs. The movie started, and he took her hand in
    his and placed it on his thigh. For the next two hours Kiera stared at the screen, but she didn’t even know what she was watching. Her thoughts were jumbled, and her body felt on the verge of
    combusting.
    After the movie Reese took her to a little Italian restaurant, one where they had wine bottles for
    candle-holders and opera singing in the background. The hostess, a girl she recognized from school,
    eyed them curiously. Kiera didn’t miss the way the girl’s gaze kept going to their conjoined hands. It was strange that in a matter of one week a whole lot could change in her life. The hostess’s name
    badge stated she was “Kelly”. She handed each of them a menu once they were seated but made no
    move to leave. Kiera looked at Reese, but he was already looking down at his menu.
    “Um, thank you.” Kiera dropped her eyes to the girl’s name badge then looked back at her face.
    “Kelly.” Kiera smiled, but Kelly didn’t return the gesture. She could practically feel the sneer on
    Kelly so graciously gave her.
    “Don’t you go to State Montessa?” Kiera knew the girl was being catty. The girl knew damn
    well she went to State, but what she really wanted to ask was why a geek like her was hanging out
    with a guy like Reese. She might have thought she was tutoring him if not for the fact he insisted on holding her hand. Not that she was complaining. She had seen the hostess enough times at school to
    know that, although she didn’t know her personally, she hung out with the popular crowd.
    “Are you our waitress?” Reese spoke up before Kiera could respond to her question. Kelly
    looked over at him and smiled in the same seductive way Kiera had seen every other girl that came in contact with Reese. The desire in Kelly’s eyes could have left scorch marks. This situation was
    growing even more uncomfortable by the moment.
    “No.” She batted her eyelashes and ran her tongue over her too red lips. “But if you want a
    bottle of wine I know the bartender really well and can get it for you if you want?” Her chest was
    thrust out, and her breasts strained against the tight material of her shirt. Was she even wearing a bra?
    To Kiera’s pleasure Reese kept his gaze on Kelly’s face. She didn’t need to ask if Reese went to
    State, no, because everyone in their town knew who he was. Maybe that was bad, or good, but either
    way it was the truth.
    “Ugh, I think we’re good. Thanks?” Reese’s brows were drawn low over his eyes, and he
    looked at Kelly as if she was a little slow.
    “Yeah, well, all right.” She changed the subject quickly. “I saw you at Haden’s party last
    weekend.” Kelly cut her eyes toward Kiera, and the expression she got was one of displeasure. Kiera
    wondered which rumor she had heard.
    “Heard that Josh guy was pretty messed up. I guess he had broken ribs, and they had to realign
    his. He got like fifty stitches.” Kelly said it like she was in awe or something. The rumor around their school, especially concerning what went on at parties, was always left open to interpretation. “What did he do to piss y—”
    Reese cut her off by saying, “Listen, I’m here with my date and really don’t want to talk about
    that shit. Since you’re not our waitress can you please just go get her so we can eat?” He showed no emotion, but his words brooked no argument. Kelly’s face became red, and she huffed out before
    turning and leaving. Reese looked at her and smiled. “Sorry about that.”
    “It’s not like that was your