7
REED
“Sunshine.” I don’t recognize the tone in my voice as I wordlessly plead with her to cut me some slack. There is only so much a man can take before the string of self-control completely gives out and breaks.
“Yeah, big guy?” she asks, and fuck, my cock jerks behind the denim of my jeans.Big guy.I want to show her exactly how big.
“You keep looking at me like that, little girl, and—" I swallow hard and watch as her lips part and that pretty little pink tongue peaks out. Gliding over the flesh of her perfect pouty lower lip, leaving it glossy and tempting in its wake. I want to take that lip between mine and suck on it for so long she’ll wake up with swollen bee-stung lips. My hands dip lower over her back and linger just above the swell of her amazing ass.
“Like what?” she breathes so fucking innocently I swear my cock leaks.
“You know like what,” I grit through my teeth and feel her press her full, more than a handful tits against me.
“I don’t.” The prettiest pink tint covers her naturally tan cheeks. “Tell me, Reed, how am I looking at you?” she asks so fucking sweetly I can’t resist. My hands dip lower and cupthe globes of her ass, pulling her into me, and I like the little whimper she makes as my cock presses into her.
“Like you want me to kiss you,” I share. A muscle in my cheek twitches, and her hand leaves my shoulder, reaching up to smooth my face. I lean into her gentle touch.
“Kiss you?” she repeats, and I don’t know if she’s honestly this innocent or if she’s playing games with me. My hands squeeze her booty, and she gasps.
“Don’t play with me, Camila,” I warn.
“I’m not. Reed…” she pants. Her breasts rise and drop, brushing against my chest, making me ache to lift her up and have her wrap her sexy thick legs around me
“If I kiss you, sunshine, that’s it. Game over,” I try to warn with few words, knowing that I’m probably not making sense.
“Game over…” she repeats with a sexy little smirk dancing over her lips. “Don’t you get it, big guy? It’s been game over since I hopped out of my U-Haul truck,” she confesses, and something inside of me snaps.
Whatever little common sense I still had left leaves the building.
I lift her up, and she wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. Our mouths gravitate toward one another, and I finally know what it’s like to be so damn close to the sun.
Hot and dangerous.
But too beautiful and hot to walk away. I couldn’t do that if I tried. Not anymore. Any space and time I stupidly wasted is done with. I need her with an appetite that will never end.
I walk us toward the couch and sit down. Her luscious body straddles mine. Her thick thighs are on either side my lap, my cock perfectly nestled against her sex, and I’m fucking thankful she never changed out of that dress and that for whatever reason, she took off those leggings. I would have had to rip them off her little body.
Though the idea has me leaking precum.
Another time.
“You make me crazy,” I groan as my mouth leaves hers, and I pepper kisses against the line of her jaw and down like I’ve lost my ever-loving mind. “You taste so good.” I lick the line of her neck and nibble at her collarbone before breathing her in deeply.
My mouth waters as her taste blooms on my tongue, and she purrs. Fucking purrs! She’s perfection. I thrust up, and my eyes feel close to crossing when I feel her wet heat. Even through my jeans I can feel it. Heat and silky sweetness wait for me.
“You’re wearing too much,” she mewls, and I growl. I lift her and myself up and off the couch
“You’re right. So damn right,” I groan as I tug my shirt off and she watches me closely. I can feel the way she’s gawking at me, obviously appreciating my body, and I thank the stars above. I stand proudly, expanding my chest at her, puffing up like a proud peacock.
“Take off your panties,” I order her and watch as her eyes widen before they fill with something else. Lust and desire and sheer need reflect back at me.
I don’t blink.
Hell, I don’t breathe.
My eyes are pinned on her sexy legs and the way her hands touch her thighs. The material dances and brushes against her soft-looking flesh, and I’m suddenly jealous of that fabric. Her hands dip below it, and I watch with bated breath as she bends slightly and takes off the satiny material.
“Give it to me!” I order, and she hands them over. Like a fucking cretin, I lift the material up to my nose and breathe in deeply. I shouldn’t be so damn crass, but by the way she’s looking at me, she likes it. “Smells like heaven.”
