“I don’t know what to do with you,” he admits.
“Yes, you do.” I kiss him again, and this time his tongue tangles with mine. “Fuck me, Reid. Make me scream your name, asshole.”
A growl vibrates deep within his chest. “Always the viper.”
I bite his lower lip. “Always your viper.”
Our mouths clash, and as I suck on the tongue that invades my mouth, I drag Reid’s shirt down over his shoulders. I pull it past his rippling biceps as our kiss deepens, then tug harder as the sleeves snag around his wrists. Reid’s of no help because he’s preoccupied with taking off my jacket. Our desperation gets us tangled in fabric and frustration.
Reid rears up onto his knees and pulls off his shirt. In daylight, I can see tattoos on his arms I hadn’t noticed before, but my eye goes to the griffin inked across his side and chest. The talons look like they’re piercing his skin, suggesting a hold that will never be broken. I know how deep sibling loyalty goes.
As I shrug out of my jacket, I feel the weight of the Glock in my inside pocket. I take it out and put it on the bedside table. Reid unbuckles his holster and places his gun next to mine.
“You could have pulled a gun on me in the car all this time,” I point out.
“A gun is useless if you’re not prepared to use it.”
“You’ve clearly opted for a different weapon,” I say, glancing down to the very prominent ridge of his erection.
Reid reaches into his back pocket, then drops a slightly crushed box of condoms onto the bed. A second box joins it.
“Ready to be taken, Quinn?”
I suck on my lower lip and nod.
Reid slides his hands slowly up the outside of my thighs. As he lifts my dress, I shuffle from side to side so he can pull it over my head, leaving me in just my underwear. He peppers kisses from my neck to my belly button, palming my breasts as he moves lower to snag my panties between his teeth.
“Time to get naked,” he groans before straightening up and pushing himself back off the bed.
While Reid quickly discards the rest of his clothes, I unhook my bra and wriggle out of my panties. We take a moment to devour each other’s bodies with our eyes, but a moment is too long without his touch. I open my legs wide, and Reid settles between them like he belongs there. He pushes me back and I fall against the mattress with a needy groan.
“Damn, I’ve dreamt about this,” Reid says as he brings his mouth to one of my pebbled nipples.
I grind against the rigid cock digging into my stomach, sending jolts of pleasure to where my body throbs loudest. He hears the desperation in my moans and as he cups my pussy, his middle finger parts me. He glides up and down my center until his fingertip is slick with my arousal, then circles my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. My hips stutter in response.
I tug at Reid’s hair until he breaks the seal of his lips around my nipple. “Fuck me,” I demand.
We reach for the condoms at the same time, and I snatch them up. I tear desperately at the cellophane with my teeth to open the box. Cardboard rips and silver foil wrappers rain down on us. Reid rises up on his knees, and rolls a latex over his leaking cock.
I’ve already had him inside me, but it’s only in the daylight that I get to see how big he is. As he fists himself, he watches me watching him. My eyes dilate. I’d felt him stretching me and filling me in the woods, and I need to feel that completeness again.
I hook my feet around Reid’s hips, and as I tug him back to me, he runs his hands up my calves. My legs aren’t assmooth as they could be, but his thumb brushes over my skin with pure adoration in his eyes.
As he leans over, bracing against one arm, we stare between our bodies as he glides the crown through my center, teasing me. He rubs himself against my clit, and the jolt of electrified pleasure has my ass lifting off the bed.
“Don’t make me beg,” I plead. “Fill me, Reid. Leave no space between us.”
A flicker of devilry tugs at the corners of his mouth, but when his eyes lock on mine, the intensity of our connection turns from playfulness to searing possession. “You’re mine,” he says gruffly as he seats himself at my entrance. He uses both arms to hold himself above me, and his biceps ripple with tension. “Say it, Quinn.”
I go to shake my head, but the internal argument I’m having is with myself, not him. Then I remember what I’d said about leaving the difficult stuff for tomorrow. “I’m yours,” I say. “Today.”
Reid’s features cloud. “You’ll give me more,” he promises as he enters me slowly. “But for now, I’ll take a day at a time.” He pushes deeper. “An hour at a time.” He stretches and he fills. “An inch at a time.”
I take all of him, pressing my hips to his as I adjust to his size. We leave no space between us. Just like I’d asked. And it feels so damn perfect as he moves against me in waves. I rock with the ebb and flow with him, skin slapping skin, desire meeting need, ruination meeting salvation.
As I open my mouth on a gasp of raw pleasure Reid swallows my joy. He plunders my mouth with his tongue as our bodies rock and writhe with increasing urgency, creating delicious friction that makes my clit thrum. My pussy walls clench down hard around him, and I’m aware ofevery inch he withdraws until his tip is rubbing against my entrance.
“You’re so tight,” he says. “Your pussy doesn’t want to let me go even if you do.”
