“I always go after what I want.” He stepped forward.
Aria took a couple of steps back then hesitated when she hit a wall. With each step he took toward her, her body flushed hotter. When he stood toe to toe, she probably reeked of charred flesh. The burn made potent with the recollection of his actions the previous night. His palms flush against the wall on either side of her; he caged her in
“W-what are you doing?” She winced, hating the break in her voice. Shit. Showing him the effect he had on her would make him rejoice more. She looked for a means of escape. To her left, a wall. To her right, nothing but closeted space probably used for extras. “You’re in a bar for God's sake,” instead of firmness, she croaked. Something told her she shouldn’t have voiced those words.
“Didn’t stop you before.” Despite the taunt, his gaze held none of his usual impishness. “Damn, babe, I’ll go nuts if I don’t do this.”
“D-do what?”Oh hell.
Her eyes rounded as he lowered his head.Stop him, Aria. Even as the reproach materialized, she lifted her chin and opened her mouth slightly. When his lips covered hers, she groaned. His muscular body pressed against hers, his kiss consumed her. Suddenly pliant, Aria’s knees weakened. Her legs, it seemed, decided she no longer needed the support. She gripped his arms and held on tight. Her world rotated but in an anti-clockwise direction.
When he slipped his arms around her waist, her hands moved up, and she reveled in the soft strands of his hair. Desire, hot and bold, flooded her body. Warmth pooled between her thighs. Aria groaned. Right from wrong ceased to exist. She no longer cared who’d see her. Logic and lust abruptly started world war three in her brain. God, she wanted to touch him—to feel his bare skin beneath her palms—to have his hard cock slip into her heated sex.
Reece cupped her bottom and lifted her to his body. Still, the kiss went on. The hard bulge in his jeans pressed against her tummy. His fingers found its way beneath her shirt dress and slipped inside the edge of her panties. He slid a finger through her slit and groaned when he felt her heated wetness.Oh, God.She was so ready to take him. Reason abruptly obliterated her trance induced sexual state. She gripped his hand and pulled it away.
He broke the kiss. Their gazes locked, both breathing hard. Aria read the hunger burning in his cerulean irises and sucked in a breath. The inexplicable attraction potent, similar to their first night together. Abruptly, the ache between her thighs took control of her emotions.
“Please, Aria, don’t,” he whispered against her lips.
“Don’t what?” she rasped, swaying forward.
“Don’t deny what you’re feeling. Seize the moment. I need you.” His plea shot straight through her.
She wanted him. “God, Reece.” She dug her nails into his arms.
As though he sensed her wish, he captured her mouth once more. No longer able to refute the yearn, Aria surrendered. Reece ran his hands down her hips and pulled her up. The move forced her to wrap her legs around his waist. She was vaguely aware of him shifting.
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REECE WRENCHED HISmouth from hers and dropped soft kisses to her neck. His veins pulsed with a slow thrum of expectation. Somehow, he’d moved her into the closed-off space and stood against a stack of boxes. Aria’s legs spread wide allowed him to fit snug against her crotch. The heat of her pussy burned through the thin material of her dress and his denim. Their gazes met. He had no idea where this was going, and asking might break the mood. The silence seemed to cast a spell.
Her eyes dark with arousal—almost trance-like—watched him. The tip of her tongue slid out and wet her lips. His cock twitched. So damn painful, he was a second away from bending her over the box and taking her right there. If he didn’t get any, soon, he was sure his cock would fall off from too little use. He fought for control.
She reached for his hand and dropped a light kiss to the palm while her other hand slowly inched up her dress. When she guided his hand between her legs to cup her mound, Reece swore, “Fuck.” This woman wasn’t making his lack of restraint any easier.
Eyes closed, her head fell back as his fingers slid inside her thong and separated her folds. He rubbed her swollen clit in slow circles while his lips nipped lightly at the soft skin on her neck. She moaned and turned her head, forcing him to take her mouth once more. His need, hot and demanding, he kissed her hard as he stroked, teased and pinched her clit.
When he slid a digit inside her hot passage, she bit down on his tongue and immediately soothed it with soft sucking motions. As though wanting him to go deeper, she spread her legs wider. Reece shifted slightly. Her leg now between his, he dropped a hand to her back, forcing her closer. With a finger inside her and his thumb on her clit, he increased the pace and rocked his body against hers. The change in stimulation possessed her in wild abandonment. She gripped his waist tight and ground her pussy over his hand. Close to the edge, Reece rocked harder against her then bit her lip. With a soft cry, Aria ripped her mouth from his. Her hips bucked, bringing with it a flood of liquid as she came.
Their harsh breathing bounced off the walls in the small room. Still holding Aria, Reece inhaled sharply. “Damn it, I almost came in my pants,” he muttered but smiled as he stood back. Instead of a smile, her eyes flared in shock.Shit.The spell had broken.
“God, that shouldn’t have happened,” she whispered.
He jerked his head in surprise. Was she shitting him right now? What the fuck was wrong with him that he failed to get it right with this woman? His body burned with a mixture of anger and passion.
