She’ll figure it out eventually—that’s not how it’s going to work between us here.
Lips parting, her tongue dusts against my lower lip in a way that sets my entire body ablaze. It’s this soft slide, this tempting lick, and the groan that rumbles up my throat is possibly the most desperate sound that’s ever escaped me.
Fuck it. Maybe she should be in charge.
But Reese only plays with me. She only tests and nips.
I need more.
So, I tilt her chin up and slip my tongue past her lips, letting it slide against her own. I tease her. I savor her. I torture her.
Reese leans in, but I slightly pull back, taking control of the tempo between us.
She squeaks out this mixed sound of both torment and pleasure that goes straight to my cock. My already half-hard cock that’s currently pressed against her lower stomach.
“You might be my boss out there,” I remind her. “But here, when we’re like this, I’ll be the one in charge.”
She practically purrs under the instruction.
“You like the idea of that?”
“Yes,” she hisses, pushing her hips out. “And apparently you do too.”
I don’t have a shy bone in my body right now, so with my mouth on hers, I press into her, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me.
“God, you feel good, Em.” Her lips dust against mine as she rocks her body in rhythm with my own.
“Call me that again.”
She smiles this mischievous grin against me. “No.”
Well, so much for being in charge.
“You’re not very nice to me.”
Her smile only grows, so proud of herself.
“Fine.” I let my hands drift down her body, touching every dip and curve that I normally don’t have the pleasure of getting my hands on. “I can think of a few ways to make you scream it instead.”
When I meet her thighs, I curve my palms around the back of them, cupping her ass and lifting her in the air. She gasps in surprise as if she’s never been picked up before, but it doesn’t take long for her to figure it out. She crosses her arms behind my neck. She wraps her legs around my waist, exactly where I’ve needed them to be.
With her at eye level, I really take her in. She’s so incredibly beautiful that it kind of hurts to look at her. Like this overwhelming awareness that I’m batting so far out of my league here and trying my best not to point it out.
Soft blonde hair, gold lineup of earrings, red lips that are already smeared outside the edge.
She drops her forehead to mine, running her hand through my beard, her fingertips scratching the skin there. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.
“I don’t know how to look at you in any other way. I’ve tried.”
“I can’t get you out of my head,” she admits, and goddamn, it feels good to hear her voice exactly how I’ve been feeling.
“That makes two of us.” I lift a hand, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear that can’t seem to stay out of her stunning face. “Where were you this week?”
The question doesn’t cause her to pull away, but she doesn’t answer me either. Instead, she shakes her head before stealing any protest I might have right off my lips with another kiss.
Her mouth moves over mine as I push her back against the wall, her legs open wide and her dress bunched around her hips as I rub the rigid seam of my jeans against her. Holding on to her ass, I do it again and again. Over and over as she whimpers against me.
I’m so hard and she feels so good. It’s been so goddamn long that I, a fully-grown man, might just come in my pants tonight.
