But what if this is all we have?
“Damn you,” I say as I snag the zipper of his jacket and pull.
Our hands move fast as we seek out each other’s body. Reid’s jacket lands in a heap on the ground, and my sweater follows. I pull at his t-shirt while he unhooks my bra. It’s acold night and my nipples tingle as he brushes his thumbs over them. When I groan, he steals my breath with a hungry kiss.
Reid sucks my lower lip into his mouth while I explore the contours of his arms and chest. Every inch of him is hard muscle that tenses at my touch. And I want to touch every part of him.
I move lower, but when my hand finds his gun, he pulls away. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he unfastens the holster and throws the gun a safe distance away.
“You still think I’m going to shoot you?”
“I don’t overly care, as long as I get to fuck you first.”
If Reid’s still intent on forcing me to leave, it might just come to that. But not yet. “I’d rather you fucked me first too,” I say as I grab his hand and press it to where I need him most. His fingers slide between my legs and although I’m still wearing my black leggings, he must surely feel how I’m dripping for him.
Fresh urgency takes over, and as Reid kisses my neck, I unbutton his jeans and pull on the zipper. My cold fingers find the gap in his boxers, and then I’m touching him. The heat from his cock burns my fingertips as I explore the ridges of his rock-hard shaft, and the slickness of his smooth crown.
“Fuck,” Reid moans as he twitches at my touch.
He takes a pebbled nipple in his mouth and sucks on it while his hand slips beneath the waistband of my leggings. He taps my foot with his boot and as his hand moves lower, I widen my stance.
As his fingers glide along the seam of my pussy, I punch my hips forward, demanding more pressure, more friction, more him. He rubs a figure of eight around my clit, sending pulses of pleasure through my core, while his teeth tug atmy nipple. I cry out as pleasure pulls and I’m coiled tight with desire. I can’t take any more. There’s an emptiness that only Reid can fill.
My fist wraps around his cock. “I need you now,” I gasp.
“I know you do,” Reid says as he plunges a finger inside me. On his next thrust he adds another finger. “But I’ve been waiting to taste you for too fucking long.”
As he withdraws his hand, he pulls away from my grasp and drops to his knees. I kick off my sneakers and help him as he tugs down my leggings and my panties. When I’m completely naked, I rest my back against the tree and open myself to him.
His eyes lock on mine as he licks along my center, applying just enough pressure to dip into my heat. “This pussy is mine,” he whispers, just before he seals his mouth around my clit.
I cry out and fist his hair as he strums the sensitive bud. My body vibrates with the pleasure he’s inflicting, and he must feel my legs are trembling, but he doesn’t let up. He swipes his flattened tongue along the length of me, lapping me up before pushing the tip of his tongue into my entrance.
“I could live off this, Quinn,” he says as he continues to feast on me.
My fingers claw at his scalp, and I pull his head away. “Taste me later,” I demand. “You promised to fuck me.”
There’s a glint in his eye as he settles back on his heels, his lips glistening. “Then get down here.”
Reid’s strong arms hold me as I twist and drop to a patch of ground carpeted by our discarded clothes. It’s still cold against my back and I yelp as I lie down.
“Is that a complaint?” he asks as he kneels between my legs.
“Not so far,” I say as I trail my gaze down his perfectly toned and sculpted body.
He isn’t covered in tattoos, but what there are, blend with the shadows. I can just make out what look like a lion’s back paws digging into the flesh at his side, while the creature’s feathered wings spread across his torso. An eagle’s head rests on his chest, and I feel the griffin’s eyes on me.
Reid Griffin is looking at me too as he pulls down his jeans and boxers. His cock is thick and hard, it’s crown glistening as he strokes himself. “Tell me again what you want,” he says as if he can’t quite believe I’ve let him get this far.
I smile. “Fuck me, Reid,” I command.
He leans over me, bracing himself on one arm while he continues to fist himself. “Say it again.”
I feel the shift of power, and I don’t fight it. I want to give Reid this moment because it’s all I can give him. “Fuck me, Reid. Fuck me right now. Please. I need you.”
He teases me some more, rubbing the weeping head of his cock against my swollen clit. I lift my hips as we grind against each other. My pussy throbs with need, and my insides twist as the pressure intensifies.
The tension is reflected on Reid’s face, and with a tilt of his hips, he seats himself at my entrance. His arms bracket my shoulders and the corners of his mouth tug into a smile as he gives me what I want, inch by delicious inch. I feel him stretching me, and he doesn’t simply fill me, he completes me.
