He was lean but still so solid as I scanned every ripple of muscle and that Vee that pointed down at his crotch like an arrow.
I could see he was painfully hard and engorged, and knew at that point that he was telling the truth about how close he was already. I was the same; my panties were soaked just from the buildup to that very moment. The way Reed looked in his leathers was so fucking hot, but out of them even more so.
My breath caught in my throat as I checked out his huge, muscled torso. The wolf tattoo he shared with his brothers leered at me with a silent hunger. I noticed there was much more ink on his body than when we were teenagers.
A thrill ran through me as Reed bent over and placed his hands on the bed, moving up the mattress towards me like a panther about to strike.
I was still wearing my jeans and grinned as Reed moved over me with that cat-like grace.
“Wait,” I panted, holding my hand out to stop him with a hand on his bare chest. Reed drew back with a frown as I took my cell out of my pocket and placed it on the nightstand. I then pushed my hands under my hair and found the clasp on my necklace—the one with Jasper’s ring. There was no way I could do what I was about to do with that burning into my back. It didn’t appear to ruin the moment as Reed raised an eyebrow.
“You done?”
Nodding, I added. “Do your worst, Mr. Prescott.”
And he didn’t need any further encouragement, as he shifted forward, undid the buttons on my jeans, and yanked them down my legs. I was left in just black lace underwear.
Reed whisked my pants away and then came above me, caging me in against the comforter.
Biting the corner of my lip, I shuffled further up the bed so my head met the pillows, and Reed followed me, his gaze watchful but hooded.
The air crackled in the suite, and my entire body was humming with anticipation as the man I loved more than anyone in my life lowered his head and kissed me. His hard pecs pushed against my breasts, the friction causing me to gasp as he ravaged my lips, his tongue driving into my mouth.
I grasped his head, following his lead as his fingers clutched my chin and then spanned my jaw. I could feel his rock-hard dick against my inner thigh, flesh on flesh.
The kiss was forceful, tongues and teeth clashing, and then I felt him start to nudge open my thighs, shifting between them. Reed braced his knees to keep my legs separated, and although part of my brain was screaming that what I was doing was stupid, I couldn’t stop and would probably die if he did.
Reed lifted his head and stroked my face before pushing back into a kneeling position. He scanned the entire length of my body from my face to where my panties hid my womanhood from his fierce gaze.
It had always been fireworks between Reed and me, even when we were teenagers.
I spread my legs, and I saw a hint of color on his sharp cheekbones, his eyes becoming heavier with desire, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
“Take your bra off,” he instructed in a firm voice, and my hands instantly reached around for the clasp, freeing my breasts. They spilled forward, begging for his touch.
Reed’s eyes darted to that area before he leaned over me and took one mound in his hand, lowering his head and sucking a nipple into his mouth. My back arched in pleasure as he fed on that part of my body, taking it in turns to transfer his attention to each peak.
My entire center was hot, and I knew I needed him inside me, the ache there becoming a raw throb. A high I hadn’t felt in years was coursing through me.
As Reed nibbled on my breasts, his other hand moved between my thighs, searching for the heat there. I moaned into his mouth as he pushed my panties to one side and instantly found my clit. I writhed against his fingers, my hips gyrating wildly against his touch as he started to play with me. Reed had always known how to get me off: exactly how hard and fast I liked him to touch me.
Lifting his head, he placed a kiss on my lips and whispered. “You’re soaking for me.”
Nodding, my eyes rolled back as another wave of ecstasy thrummed through me as Reed toyed with my sex, stroking me there with a perfect rhythm. “Poor baby, somebody hasn’t been getting what they need.”
How I had missed that arrogant, cocky smirk on his face during foreplay. Reed’s confidence had always been so sexy to me.
My body jerked as I felt his fingers move to the flimsy band that held my underwear up, and with one sharp tug, the material snapped as Reed ripped my panties off in one go. “So pent up, my love?” He was such a smug bastard, and I hated that he wasright. My vibrator certainly hadn’t done it for me sexually over the last few years, not like this.
My body shuddered as he freed me of my underwear, and I was spread open before him. I had always kept my pussy free from hair, and it had recently been waxed, so I was more than ready to let him see the heart of me. Reed had always liked it like that, and I could see from his expression that it still turned him on.
“Such a pretty bare pussy,” he husked.
Tearing his gaze away, Reed moved up my body, leaning on his freehand as he continued to touch and tease my sex.
“Remember how I used to screw you with your parents only in the next room? All those times at school, under the bleachers?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I said on an exhale. The sneaking around we used to do came flooding back, as did all the kinky shit we’d done. The chance of getting caught had been such a turn on, and yet we never had. Nobody had known about us, not the whole story anyway.
