He reclaimed her mouth, his body covering hers.
Her heart soared and she maneuvered her hands to slip under the soft material of his joggers, shoving them down as far as she could without breaking their kiss.
He severed their connection, his ragged breaths coming out in short puffs. “Give me a second.” Jumping out of the bed, he finished the job and kicked out of his pants and boxers.
Her eyes bulged at the magnificent sight of him. All hard, lean muscles and the size of his erection enough to send a tiny bit of trepidation through her excitement. She kept her gaze locked on him as he moved to his bag, rummaging through it until he pulled out a condom. He ripped it open then rolled the rubber over his long, stiff shaft.
Her heart rate tripled. Good lord.
With everything in place, he reclaimed his spot beside her. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“I’ve been ready for you my whole life.”
Her words lifted the side of his mouth, and he rolled on top of her, resting an arm above her head while his free hand positioned himself at her center. He pushed inside her and groaned. As he moved, he pressed kisses against her neck, her throat, then along her jawline until his lips found hers.
She deepened the kiss, each thrust inside her stretching her to fit him until any discomfort vanished, leaving behind onlyblinding pleasure. She moved her hips, meeting his demands on instinct, her body craving more and more as he went deeper and deeper.
As she teetered on the precipice of earth-shattering release, he pulled out and flipped her on her stomach. He roamed his hands along her back before linking their fingers, caging her palms with his and pinning them to the bed above her head.
Her ass reared back, the emptiness of not having him inside her too much to handle. “Reid.” She said his name like a plea, like a prayer.
He entered her from behind, the shock wave of pleasure echoing through her soul. She cried out, grinding against him until an explosion of desire burst inside her. She squeezed his hands, the lack of control taking her to a level she’d never reached.
Reid kept moving, kept thrusting. His breaths became grunts and moans until his body jerked and dropped down, his lips placing hot bursts of kisses along her spine before he rolled to her side and pulled her to rest against him.
She loved the feel of him wrapped around her, but she turned in his arms to see his face. “Why did we wait so long to do that?”
“Because I’m an idiot.” He grinned and swept her hair over her shoulder, kissing the shallow dent beside her neck. “I could kiss every inch of your body.”
She chuckled, tilting her head to the side to give him more room to explore. How was it possible for her body to react to his every touch? She should be exhausted, spent after what they’d just experienced. Instead, her nerve endings hummed, her body craving more of him. “I think you already have.”
His grin grew. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”
Chapter 23
Streams of morning sunlight poured through the uncovered window, assaulting Reid’s closed eyes and yanking him from sleep. He reached for Eve, his body already responding to the thought of continuing where they’d left off late into the night.
Finding the space beside him empty, he sat up and glanced around the room. Eve was nowhere in sight.
“Eve?”
When she didn’t answer, he groaned and rolled out of the warm bed. He’d hoped they could stay tucked under the covers until midmorning at least, but that wasn’t an option now. Maybe he could find her and drag her ass right back there. No doubt he could come up with some imaginative ways to keep her happy and staying put. Dressing quickly, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand, shoved it in his pocket and hurried from the room.
Scents of fresh coffee and vanilla lured him into the kitchen. Eve stood in front of the stove with her auburn hair piled on top of her head. A long T-shirt skimmed the top of her thighs. She sang a song he didn’t recognize in her adorable out-of-tune voice while dipping bread in an egg mixture then tossing it on a flat pan.
She spun around and spied him. “Good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you. I planned to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”
Grinning, he padded across the kitchen to pull her into his arms and kiss her. “Morning. I’d hoped to welcome the day ina different way, but this is the next best thing. What are you making?”
“French toast.” She went up on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the tip of his nose then turned to flip the bread in the pan.
He kept his arms looped around her waist as she cooked. He flattened his palm on her stomach and nuzzled her neck. “I don’t know which smells better, you or breakfast.”
Laughing, she swatted his knuckles with the spatula. “I hope it’s the breakfast.”
“I’m not so sure.” He pressed kisses along her neck. Hell, he couldn’t get enough of this woman. Each taste only left him wanting more. “Looks delicious. We can still take it back to the bedroom. Then once we’re done eating, we can enjoy some other activities to make this an even better morning.”
She tipped back her head to rest against him, exposing the long column of her neck. “I never knew you were so impatient.”
