And with shaking hands, he untied her dressing gown, sliding it off her shoulders, kissing every inch of skin, determined to memorize her—her mouth, her chin, her jaw.
She tasted like sunshine. So beautiful. Perfect. Sexy as hell. He wasn’t sure if he spoke the words that flashed through his mind as he lifted her onto the bed. He couldn’t savor her and talk at the same time.
And with every touch, she moaned and blossomed, arching toward him, helping him remove her gown, surrendering all.
Reed explored the tender flesh of her belly, licking his way up to her breasts. And once there, he felt like a starving man at a banquet.
More to taste—more to fill his hands.
Her hands had deftly unfastened his falls and he shifted so she could draw them down.
But she was untouched.
“We should go slow.” He barely managed. It was her first time!
“Don’t you dare.” Even as she spoke, she shoved his breeches off his ankles in a deft maneuver with her feet.
“You need to be ready,” he said, chuckling, but also serious. He would never hurt this woman. She’d come along when he’d needed her most. He would give her…
Everything.
“I am ready. I’m more than ready.” Her hands explored his back, and then timidly moved to his buttocks. “I’ve been ready forever.”
Reed reached between her legs, smiling when his fingers slid easily along her folds. She was soaked.
For him.
Reed pushed one finger inside, gently stroking the walls of her channel, and her breath hitched.
“Do you know you are perfect?”
“I’m not,” she answered.
“Perfect.” He added a second finger. “Everything about you.”
Even as her muscles tightened around him, she shook her head.
“I’m not.”
He had some work to do with this one—with his sweet ray of sunshine.
There were so many things he wanted to do with her. Reed pushed himself onto his elbows, holding his weight up until she opened her eyes, looking confused.
“You’re perfect for me,” he said. “Admit it.”
“You’re perfect for me.” She smiled. Lush lips, plump and glistening from his kisses.
Reed nudged his hips forward, teasing her seam with the crown of his cock. “Perfect.” His gaze flicked from her mouth to her eyes.
“For me,” she said.
“Perfect,” he said again, pushing himself forward just enough to stretch her opening, and then pulling back again.
“Perfect,” she breathed, lifting her hips, demanding more.
He pushed farther inside. “For me,” he said.
“For me,” she echoed, taking him deeper.
