Chapter 202 She Was Exhausted
However, Malcolm's way of driving truly astounded Reese; his drifting and tail-whipping skills were a sight to behold. She was now more convinced than ever that she was not the one playing coy; the man before her was indeed an enigma worth unraveling.
She had forgotten to have Calvin dig into his background and wondered whether she would be in for a big surprise.
Luckily, Reese knew her way behind the wheel, too, and wasn't about to be intimidated by Malcolm's driving prowess. Had it been Sophia in the passenger seat, she might've been sick again.
After getting out of the car, Reese leaned casually on the door, furrowing her brows slightly as she addressed Malcolm.
"You clearly knew what you were doing. Last time, you put on quite the act, pretending to be clueless."
It seemed both of them were playing a game, testing each other, waiting for the other to show their hand.
As for acting skills, Reese felt Malcolm had the upper hand; he had not shown the slightest flaw before.
A sly smile curved on Malcolm's lips as he stepped closer.
"That's because my wife hadn't shown interest in me before. How could you know what I'm capable of if you never wanted to be part of my life?"
Reese feigned indifference, replying in a cool, distant tone, "I'm not interested now, nor do I want to step into your life."
"Are you sure?" His warm fingertips grazed her jaw gently. Reese looked up, meeting his entrancing gaze, and felt her mind go blank, as if hypnotized.
The streets were empty, the wind rustled through the trees, and their leaves whispered, casting fluttering shadows on the ground.
But deep down, Reese perhaps didn't feel that way. Initially, she had no intentions toward Malcolm; her sole purpose in marrying into the Flynn family was crystal clear— she wanted to uncover the truth behind her grandmother's death and, incidentally, heal Malcolm's leg.
She had not thought any further, yet now, she found herself gradually paying more attention to him, even his smallest gestures at times.
But was Reese the type to easily admit her own feelings? Seeing him, so sure of himself, would she let him see through her that easily? That would be utterly embarrassing.
Cocking her head, she retorted stubbornly, "No, and please, don't flatter yourself."
The man gestured dismissively and then bent down, lifting her chin.
His voice was husky and deep as he said, "You don't get to decide that. Only I can test and find out."
Before Reese could react, Malcolm's lips pressed against hers. It was a warm, tender kiss.
His breath grew harsher, warm puffs tickling and tingling her skin, as Reese found herself gasping for air. Malcolm steadied her head, his tongue delving deeper, the pressure intensifying to a point just shy of pain.
Reese's body felt like melted butter. Her legs were unable to muster any strength, hanging limply around his waist like a koala clinging to a tree.
Malcolm wrapped his arms around her, guiding her to the back seat of the car and pulling up the privacy screen. The windows were tinted so no one could see in from outside.
The darkness enveloped them, and Reese's eyes cleared. Resting her hands on his chest, she could feel the heat through his shirt. Her voice, unlike its usual timbre, carried a seductive lilt. "What are you going to do?"
Hovering above her, Malcolm's gaze was thick with desire. There was something fierce clawing to break free within him — a need he had long contained.
The fear of startling her had held him back before, compounded by her inexplicable defensiveness toward men in general.
Now, his voice and touch turned gentle as he caressed her back. "Don't worry, no one's here to see. Relax, baby."
They were on the outskirts, where the evening had started with playful teasing but now spiraled beyond his control.
Coupled with the pent-up longing that now erupted, Reese clutched at her fingers tightly, her nerves racked not by the location, but by her uncertainty about this man.
His voice was husky and tender as he kissed her earlobe softly, moving down her neck. "Is it okay, baby?"
His touch left her limbs languid; rational thought eluded her. He deftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well-defined torso incrementally — a tantalizing spectacle.
Before she knew it, she was sitting astride his lap, the warmth of their bodies meshing together.
Malcolm watched as she bit her lip, her long eyelashes quivering visibly, her ears blushing with a shame that spread deep to the roots, and her fingers trembling.
Nerves had made her thighs tense inward. Even the soft press of her legs against his met with the smooth fabric of slacks.
His gaze darkened inch by inch, and his breath caught for a moment before turning heavier.
His shoulders and back tensed, his throat rolling with an audible swallow.
Leaning close to Reese’s ear, he said in his coaxing and raspy voice, "Relax, baby. I know what I'm doing, okay?"
Everything that followed unfolded under Malcolm's lead. Reese had never imagined her first time would happen in a car.
The thrill was undeniable, but she vowed never to do it again — the space was just too cramped, and her back had nearly broken.
It had been a whirlwind of a day for her - a brush with death, the revelation of her first secret to Malcolm, and now she had even given herself to him for the first time.
Post-coital, Malcolm wrapped his arms around the tender girl in his embrace, sated like a man who had just feasted.
"My sweet girl smells so good,” he murmured.
Reese's cheeks flushed with shyness as she rolled out of his arms.
"Let's head back now,” she said.
Truly exhausted, she fell asleep within seconds.
At this moment, Malcolm wished he could cradle Reese gently in his arms, afraid even his breath might sway her delicate form.
He draped his jacket over her and kissed her forehead gently, as if she were his most treasured possession.
"Get some sleep,” he whispered.
"Mm," Reese replied, too tired for pretense.
Malcolm drove back to the Flynn residence. Upon arriving, Reese was still fast asleep in the backseat, when Alyssa came out, eager to see them.
"Malcolm, where's Reese?" she asked impatiently.
"Asleep. Keep it down, don't wake her,” he said, frowning as a word of caution.
Alyssa pouted, "Okay, but I was hoping Reese could level me up. Tomorrow's a big day; I'm competing against top streamers."
"Do it yourself. My wife needs rest, today and for the next few," Malcolm said, concerned for Reese’s evident fatigue.
Alyssa's face drooped at his words.
"But I really need Reese tomorrow. If a noob like me steps in, I'll get exposed in no time. Plus, wasn't she just on vacation? How can she be this tired?"
"It's not about the trip,” Malcolm replied as he gently lifted the cocooned Reese from the backseat.
Alyssa noticed Reese's disheveled hair and the fatigue on her sleeping face, and then, she thought she spotted a hickey on Reese's neck!
Shocked, she covered her mouth and blurted out quickly, "Did you guys... Did something happen in the car?"
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