“My sister is very passionate about safe sex. But like I said, I’m good if you are.”
I push him onto the bed and take a moment to really look at him. He’s beautiful in the lamplight—long lines and lean muscle, dark hair trailing down his stomach to frame his cock, which is impressively hard and stands straight against his belly.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him, running my hands down his chest.
He smiles softly at those words, almost looking innocent. “I want you so much, Eliza. It’s… unholy.” His voice is strained. “Is there a position you like?”
I bite my lip, suddenly feeling bold. “Do you care if I’m on top?”
He moans, and his hips jut up beneath me. “I can’t wait to see you on top of me.”
The want in his voice sends heat straight between my legs. I’m wet from our foreplay in the living room. Honestly, I was wet the moment he said hello to me in that suit. I straddle his hips, positioning myself over his length, and slowly sink onto him as Reed stares in wide-eyed wonder.
The sensation is overwhelming—fullness and stretch and perfect friction that makes my bones feel like they’re melting. Reed’s hands grip my hips, his head thrown against the pillows as I adjust to the feeling of him inside me.
“Move,” he breathes. “Please, Eliza. Move.”
I start with small rocking motions, finding my rhythm, watching his face as pleasure transforms his features. When I find the angle that makes stars explode behind my eyelids, I ride him harder, chasing that bright edge of sensation.
“That’s it,” Reed gasps. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
His thumb finds my clit, and the combination of his touch and the feeling of him moving inside me sends me over the edge. I come with a cry that echoes off his bedroom walls, my body clenching around him.
“My turn,” he growls, flipping us over before I’ve finished shaking. He hooks my legs over his wrists, spreading me wide, and the new angle makes me gasp.
“This is very un-saint-like, Mr. Nicholas,” I manage to say, and he grins.
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell no. I’m here for it.”
He sets a rhythm that has me building toward another peak, his movements steady and sure. I love him like this—savage and unhinged, completely overcome with desire. And it’s for me. For us.
I watch his body stiffen as he gets closer to his own orgasm, and I lick my lips, swept up in the image of him this way, knowing I’m the only one who will ever get to see this. When he comes, it’s with a roar I feel in my chest, his body shuddering as he spills inside me.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, both of us breathing hard. Reed kisses my shoulder, my neck, any part of me he can reach.
“I have something to tell you,” he says against my collarbone.
“If it’s about your stamina, I’m impressed.”
He laughs. “No, but thank you. It’s about tonight. What you did at the party.”
“What about it?”
“I was only falling in love with you before,” he says quietly. “But watching you work that room and pull a trick from your actual bosom… I know it now. I love you, Eliza. I love your goats and your ridiculous donkey and your ramshackle property with the best views in Pittsburgh.”
My heart does something complicated in my chest. “Reed…”
“I love your family and your tenacity and the way you see possibilities I miss completely.” He lifts his head to look at me. “I want to spend every Yule with you. Every holiday, every season. I want to build something together that’s bigger than either of us could manage alone.”
I cup his face, noting the stubble that’s grown rougher since this morning, the way his eyes look soft and vulnerable in the lamplight.
“I love you, too,” I tell him. “All of you. Even when you overthink and use words like ‘intercourse.’”
“Especially those parts?”
“Especially those parts.”
