“You sure you don’t want to wait for your wedding night?” I’m only half-teasing. If I’m going to try to sober her out of the idea, now’s the time to do it. “By the looks of things, it might be on the horizon.”
“Nice try.” She pulls off my shirt, and I hold back a smile. “Besides”—she leans in and takes a soft bite out of my ear—“I now declare us husband and wife. There”—she purrs—“welcome to your wedding night, Ace Waterman.”
“I would have pegged you for a big ceremony with lots of people to witness the event.”
“I told you I was a simple girl, and I meant it. Besides, all the important people are here—you and me.” Reese lands her lips over mine as if she were sealing a covenant. She tugs and yanks at her dress until it’s stuck around her shoulders.
“Let me help you with that.” I pull it off the rest of the way, and her hair rumples, sexy as hell. She bites down on her lip in her black lace bra, and my dick springs to life. Reese tugs off the rest of my clothes until I’m splitting the distance between us with nothing but a serious boner.
“Let me helpyouwith that.” Reese tries to dive down over me, but I gently pull her back. I’m about ready to explode, and I want to bury myself inside her before I do.
My hand glides back and unhooks her bra, pulling it off achingly slow, my eyes never leaving hers. Reese dips her thumbs into her panties and slides them off in one easy move.
“Lay down.” I kiss her lips a moment. “Tonight is all about you.” I trail my lips down her neck, stopping to appreciate each one of her nipples on the way to her belly. I land my mouth over her stomach and listen as she gasps as if this were the pinnacle of the entire evening. I move my kissing efforts south until my mouth falls into the moist slick I’ve fantasized over for the entire last decade. The truth is, I’ve dreamed of doing everything with Reese for as long as I can remember and, tonight, in a small tent next to the falls, I will.
Reese pants heavily, clawing at my shoulder, writhing under my tongue as if the entire world were about to detonate with her.
“Ace.” She pulls out of my grasp, and I glance up at her with her lids partially closed, her lips parted just enough. “I want to do this with you.” She slips down next me, her hot breath searing over my chest.
I reach into my bag to pluck out a condom, but they’re all still safely sealed in the box. I had Gavin run into the general store this morning and buy a shitload of love gloves because I couldn’t figure out the math. He asked if I was stocking up for a sexual apocalypse, so I let him in on my weeklong love making plans with Reese. He said it sounded like heaven, and I assured him it would be. I would have bought them myself but the last thing I wanted to do was plunk them on the counter while Neva rang up the register.
“Can I see?” Reese gets up on one shoulder and watches as I roll it on. Her eyes drift up to mine as a wicked grin struggles to break free on my lips. This is it. The train has left the station—one last stop—Reese.
I dive down and land my lips over hers. Reese moans into my mouth—her legs already parting for me.
I’m going to love you Reese, I moan into the thought but I don’t say it. I already love her. I think it’s about damn time I admitted it to myself—and, if I get the balls, hopefully her.
Reese reaches down and guides me to her, a move I’m guessing she’s regretting since Gavin opted for the heavily lubed variety, which judging by how wet Reese is, we didn’t really need.
I run my cock over her warm slick nice and slow, teasing the both of us in the process.
Reese lets out a heated cry, and I’m about to lose it. I push in just enough and try to take it slow, but my dick is about to win this battle, and I hope to God I don’t hurt Reese in the process. I thrust in hard without meaning to then try to glide out slow as if that might make things better.
Fuck, she’s so tight.
“You okay?” I dive a kiss over her ear, and her breathing matches mine breath for heated breath. The way we’re panting you’d think we ran out of a burning building, but it’s the invisible flames that are making us breathless, years of pent up passion, on my part anyway.
“Ace,” she moans, pushing me in by the small of my back and I go with it, settling myself deep inside her. She clenches her body over my dick and I groan.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I thrust into her again and again and lose myself in the bliss that is making love to Reese Westfield.
The words I love you beg to stream from my lips, but I don’t give them. I don’t dare ruin the moment.
This is heaven. Right here with Reese—the two of us together.
I’d like to think it was meant to be like this.
It is.
Head Over Heels
Reese
A groan strains from my vocal cords as Ace pants over me, quick and so beautifully dirty. His lids are partially closed as he glances at me. His lips widen into the idea of a smile.
“Reese.” He lands his hot mouth over mine as he continues to thrust himself inside me.
My body trembles with pleasure. Every part of me feels far more alive than I ever have before. I can’t imagine sharing this with anyone else—I wouldn’t want to. I thought this would finally satisfy my ache for Ace, but it only makes me want him more. It feels so natural to want to say those magical words that can change everything. But we’re far from I love you. My vocal cords beg to whisper something just as meaningful, but I put a clamp over my throat and refuse my heart the privilege. I have a feeling there’s no quicker way to end our prospective weeklong party than for a sober confessional in the middle of outrageous sex.
