I slowly pushed my panties down my legs, letting the thin black fabric pool at my feet before stepping out, then forward, needing to be closer to him.
But he didn’t make me wait.
He reached out, hooking one hand behind my neck to bring me closer. That other hand moved possessively below my breast, cupping it in his palm, giving it yet another generous squeeze before bringing my hard nipple to his mouth. My head fell back on a long moan; the feel of his warm lips on my skin was too much.
But not nearly enough.
“Just wait until I’m inside of you. The sounds you’ll make for me.”
“Please,” I begged, completely unashamed in my need for him.
I needed to feel the weight of him on top of me, inside of me. I needed that look in his eyes. The one that told me I was his.
Only his.
Reid took his sweet time. Worshiping me with his mouth. His kisses were hot.
Hungry.
His mouth ravaged mine while his hands were nothing short of tender bliss. They were covetous but held a gentle edge that accompanied each brush of our skin, as if he knew my body already.
Like we were old lovers who had finally found each other again.
“Turn around.”
These short, clipped commands were like some kind of an electric current, zapping every nerve to life, depositing tiny seeds of pleasure into my soul.
His touch.
His spectacular mouth.
I was willing to give him anything he wanted. Even though deep down, in the end, I knew I would be the one to pay a hard price for it.
My breath came in short, shallow pants, owning the air in the room. “Reid.”
“Trust me?” he asked, and I immediately nodded.
There was no one else in the world I trusted more than him.
I spun around, facing the bed furthest from the door. His hand moved to my back, pressing down until my cheek touched the comforter. My legs were spread shoulder width, my naked body exposed in a way I’d never been before. His hands moved between my legs, fingers seeking.
Searching.
If he was looking for my inhibitions, they were gone. Lost somewhere between the alcohol and this unrelenting need to be claimed by this man.
Reid squatted down, spreading me. A gush of heat raced through me as he slipped a finger inside and began moving in and out. First one then two, while his teeth raked across the skin of my ass. “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.” He removed his fingers only to replace them with his hot mouth. His tongue dipped, flicking at my clit with dexterous precision.
“Oh God,” I cried out, spreading my legs farther.
“That’s right. Spread these sexy legs wide for me.” He slapped my ass, gripping the supple skin tight with his fingers before releasing, only to do it all over again.
“You like it rough?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good.”
I screamed his name as his mouth dove deeper, taking.
