I’m sorry, baby.
“I’m done fighting this, Bella. I’m done pretending I don’t want you.” My lips stamp down on hers, my tongue thrusting its way into her mouth. She’s hesitant, her tongue is gentle and sweet.
How fucking innocent is she?
I groan at the thought of teaching her what I like, of teaching her everything. She pulls back far too soon.
“Dance with me, Reed.” She takes my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor.
The beat is heavy, sultry, her body presses up close to mine, not an inch of space between us.
Her hips roll to the music and I’m instantly hard. I grab her hips and spin her round, pulling her into me so her back is to my front. I thrust against her ass, showing her what she does to me. She moans, pushing back into me and rubbing her tight little ass against my painfully hard cock.
“You want to tease me, baby? Punish me for making us wait this long?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You’re a little brat, aren’t you? You’re asking to get punished, baby girl.”
“Yes, punish me, Reed. Make me yours.”
Ah, fuck.
I very nearly embarrass myself on this dance floor and come in my pants. This little cock-tease is a virgin? I’m not going to survive her.
Grabbing her hand I pull her off the dance floor and towards the exit.
“We’re leaving. Now.”
Chapter Seven
Bella
He drags me out of the club, my much smaller steps struggling to keep up with him, especially in heels.
As we make our way out into the night air, he hands a bill to the bouncer and takes his keys leading me to his car parked just outside the entrance to the club. He opens the passenger door and ushers me inside, quickly rounding the hood and sliding in behind the wheel.
I’ve never particularly noticed how sexy driving can be, but Reed certainly makes it look good. His large hand rests on the wheel while the other shifts gears with ease as he stealthily manoeuvres through the busy San Francisco streets.
“Keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it to the apartment. And I really want a bed when I fuck you, baby.” My coreclenches at his words and my clit throbs. This man does things to my body that I’ve never experienced before.
Before I know it, we’re pulling into the underground garage of our apartment building and Reed parks in one of the designated spaces.
“Stay,” he orders as he climbs out of the car. He opens my door, taking my hand as he helps me out of the car and towards the lift. He pulls me into his arms as we wait, tucking me under his chin.
“I need you to tell me this is what you want. Because once I start this — truly start this — I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”
Even now, with how close he is to being able to take me, he’s putting me first. This man is everything. Everything I ever dreamed he’d be. Everything I want.
“I want this, Reed. I want you. I have for as long as I can remember.” He lifts me by the hips and wraps my legs around his waist, walking us through the open doors of the elevator.
“Fuck, baby, we shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop. I have to taste you again, I can’t wait any longer. You’re father will kill me but fuck, you’re worth dying for.” He pins me to the mirrored wall, slams his hips into mine and devours my mouth, his tongue relentless in its assault.
I whimper, my core clenching at emptiness, desperate to be filled, to finally experience this with Reed.
“Reed,” I gasp, pulling free of his mouth. “Please, I need you.”
“What do you need, baby?”
