“Please,” she whispered. “I need you so much, Hutch.”
He raised his head, and their gazes connected. Heat sparked across that connection, enveloped them and sent electricity racing through her veins.
He moved up to claim her mouth again. His fingers found her breasts, plumping the soft flesh against his palms then fingering the nipples.
“You’re so beautiful, Reggie. You take my breath away every time I look at you.”
Her heart twinged, and she glowed under his words.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I’ve always loved you. You were the first person to truly loveme.”
His mouth grazed down her jaw to her ear and then below, whispering down her neck. His fingers flexed at her breasts, splaying over her body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.
Kisses tickled her skin. She bowed her back when his mouth closed hot around a nipple. He sucked it between his teeth and held it there, nipping lightly at the taut bud.
She pulsed at her center. Hot, aching and needy. She was swollen and ready. Her body was on fire and burning more out of control with each sweep of his tongue, each tender caress of his fingers.
The light rasp of his palms over the curves of her hips elicited light shudders. He hooked his fingers into the band of her panties, and he pulled downward until the small triangle of curls was exposed to his sight . . . and touch.
He rolled away, taking her underwear with him to drop on the floor. He stood hastily by the bed and began pulling at his clothes.
He was shorter than both Sawyer and Cam, but his body was honed into a solid form of muscle and sinew. He and Sawyer both worked alongside their crews, and it was evident in the dark tan and the ripple of muscles across his shoulders and chest.
As he pulled his pants down, her breath caught when his rigid cock bobbed into view. Surrounded by dark, wiry curls, it jutted upward, thick and heavy.
It was a sight that mesmerized her. She imagined his hardness inside her mouth, her body, stroking hard and deep within her.
She twisted and fidgeted on the bed, restless in her edgy desire to have him. All of him.
When he started for the nightstand, she knew he was going after a condom.
“Hutch,” she said softly. “Don’t.”
He glanced up sharply, his gaze questioning.
“Are you sure you don’t want a condom, Reggie?”
She shook her head and sighed, knowing that before things went any further they were going to have to have the same conversation she’d had with Cam.
She glanced down and closed her eyes as the bed dipped and he returned to her. He nudged her chin up with his fingers.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I just regret that because of me we even need to have this conversation,” she said with a sigh.
Genuinely puzzled eyes stared back at her. “Baby, you lost me.” Then his gaze sharpened. “Did Cam not wear a condom?” He looked almost angry.
She blew out her breath. She was making a huge mess of this.
“No, Cam didn’t wear one. We didn’t think about it at the time. He was pretty worried about it the next morning, but I assured him I was on birth control.”
Hutch frowned. “It’s not about you being on birth control. Cam should have protected you better than that.”
“If I hadn’t had a one-night stand with someone after that night a year ago, we wouldn’t be bothering to have these conversations,” she said in a low voice.
Hutch blinked. “What? You think . . . Wait a minute. What exactly do you think here?”
She shifted uncomfortably. “I used protection that night. I’m safe. It only happened that once. I was so sick about it the next day that I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone other than you or Cam and Sawyer ever touching me.”
