“Turn around,” he says. “Hands on the wall.”
I do as I’m told, placing both palms flat against the wall, my spine straight but heart pounding at the command in his voice.
He steps behind me, mouth tickling hot at my ear. “Don’t move.”
Rough, warm fingertips trail over the back of my neck, caressing down the slope between my shoulders until he reaches the zipper of my dress and drags it down in one slow motion. I shiver at the feel of it—the sound, the precision. His knuckles graze my bare back as he lowers it to the base of my spine.
“Fuck, Carina,” he mutters, hands skimming my sides as he notes the lack of a bra. “You’re beautiful.”
He pushes the dress down over my hips, and it pools at my feet. I’m standing there in nothing but black lace panties, hands still on the wall, pulse hammering in my throat.
The warmth of his breath skirts along my shoulders, and I can feel his gaze crawling down my back, but he doesn’t touch me.
“Turn back,” he says.
I follow the command, swiveling slowly on the spot to find him in front of me. The clink of metal fills the room, mingling with the sound of our breath as he unbuckles his belt, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time.
I watch as his pants drop to the floor, and I suck in a sharp breath as he stands in his boxers, completely at ease.
He steps sideways, gesturing to the bed, and he crowds me as I walk backward, until my thighs hit the bed and I drop to the mattress, eyes raised toward his.
It’s all I can do not to drop to my knees and peel his boxers off with my teeth.
Instead, I watch as he lowers them, and his cock springs free, curving heavy and proud against his abdomen.
For a second, all I can do is stare. It’s thick, hard, and pierced—three silver bars down the underside, glinting at me. I’m already imagining how they’re going to feel inside me, how they’re going to stretch and drag against me.
“Holyfuck.”
He smirks. “You forgot about the ladder?”
“No,” I murmur. “I just didn’t realize how fucking hot it would be in person.”
He hums, peeling his watch off with one hand and dropping it onto my dresser, and I watch the muscles in his back ripple as he turns back to me.
I’m still staring as his eyes trail down over my body, and then he moves. I don’t even have time to react—he grabs the backs ofmy thighs, lifts me, and lays me out across the bed like I weigh nothing.
“Birth control?” he asks.
“I’m on the pill.”
“I get tested regularly.”
“I wanna feel it,” I whisper, leaning up on my elbows. “All of it.”
He groans a curse.
“So fucking glad I got those piercings back in. Would’ve hated to disappoint the surgeon who made me take them out.”
I grin, but it’s only for a second before his mouth is back on mine, pressing me down into the mattress, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.
His other hand trails down between my legs and cups me through my panties, rumbling at the dampness he finds there.
“Christ, Havoc, you’re soaked already. You’rebeggingfor it.”
His hand leaves my wrists, but I leave them there, resting above my head as he hooks his thumbs in the sides of my underwear and drops to his knees, dragging them off me. Then he kisses the inside of my ankle, then my knee, then my thigh.
I nod, barely coherent. “Please, Reid.”
