She sighed and held him tight, wanting to feel him everywhere. He gave her breasts careful attention, sucking her nipples into stiff points, cupping the heavy globes, learning what she liked and repeating what made her moan the loudest.
Then his mouth returned to hers, and he lifted her in his arms with ease.
They kissed as they walked down the hall, her head spinning with a heady combination of lust, love, and fascination for Reggie’s sheer power.
He laid her on the bed and took his time removing her pants, leaving her pink lace panties on.
His gaze narrowed. “I know I said my favorite color was red, but now it’s definitely pink.” His shirt came off, followed by the rest of his clothes.
And as he stood there, a bastion of strength looming over her, she sighed and smiled at him.
“I love you, Reggie.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Reggie heard the words but couldn’t make sense of them. A gorgeous, nearly naked woman lay in his bed, staring at him as if she’d never seen anything better. And then she confessed that she loved him.
“Am I drunk?”
She smiled. “Come here.”
He knelt on the bed next to her. “Am I dreaming?”
She knelt before him and put her hands, her cast included, over his chest. “I don’t know. Am I dreaming? I’m in love, and he’s perfect. Will he want me if I’m a bad girl?”
Reggie just stared. “I think you should be bad and find out.”
She smiled against his chest. He felt her lips curl. Then they parted and closed around his nipple.
Fuck.He put his arms around her, holding her close, his cock trapped between them.
She licked and nibbled, and he thought he’d lose his mind. When she turned to his other nipple, he let his hands wander. Her breasts felt full, heavy, and he played with her, loving how she felt. With Maggie, he usually felt powerful.
But right now, trapped by her hot little mouth, he felt weak. Needy.
And so damn hard.
He reached down, sliding past her slender belly, and sought her heat.
“You’re wet,” he whispered, in awe that she could get so aroused by being with him. Lord knew he felt the same way, but every time with her kept getting better.
She leaned into him, still kissing his chest. Her hand tickled down his abdomen and grazed his cock.
He hissed and thrust his finger inside her.
She squirmed but didn’t stop kissing him, her mouth now moving lower. Knowing where she was headed, he didn’t stop her. Instead, he dragged his hand from her body, paying attention to her tight, wet clit. He rubbed her and watched through shuttered eyes as she tilted her head back and moaned.
He kissed her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, feeling possessive as hell. And loving. So fucking lost in love with her. He pinched her clit, rubbing then pinching again, and she rode his fingers, faster and faster.
But then she pushed his hand away and looked him in the eye. “I’m not that bad yet. Do you still want me?”
“Whendon’tI want you? You kill me. You really do.”
She smiled and kissed his chest. She savored each nipple, drawing out his arousal until he feared he’d snap. Then she kept moving, down and farther down.
She lowered her head so her ass waved in the air.
He closed his eyes, trying to hold on.
