His strong body presses me into the mattress, and the heat of his skin matches the fire burning through my veins for him. The only thing I don’t like about this situation is the towel separating our fun zones.
“I’m already naked, Reed. Ditch the towel, and your wish can come true.”
He tsks at me, drawing it out to make the scolding sensual. “I didn’t change my mind about fucking you tonight.” His words fan over my lips. “When I reclaim your pussy, I want you sober, so you feel and remember every second of me inside you.”
“Gulp.”
His incendiary smolder cools with his amused chuckle. “Lila, I don’t know if you realize this, but you saidgulp. Out loud.”
“And I stand by that statement.” Humor fading, I let my hands explore his skin. I’ve craved touching him like this for years, and I need to get my fill before I confess my crimes. “Why did you take off my shirt if we’re not gonna have sex? And why are you on top of me like this?”
“You didn’t let me finish?—”
Tugging at his towel, I interject, “Oh, I’m happy to help with that.”
His laughter makes our chests vibrate against each other, teasing my sensitive nipples. “That isn’t what I meant. You didn’t let me finish explaining my thoughts about this situation we’ve found ourselves in tonight.”
I stop yanking his towel, which wasn’t budging anyhow since it’s smashed between us. “Oh, boo.” I feign a pout. “Please, finish your sentence.”
“I decided that although we shouldn’t have sex, we can do other things. If you’re okay with it, that is.”
“I’m very okay with it.Anything.”
“Anything?” He arches a cocky brow. “That’s a daring word.”
“Reed, literally anything. I’m giving you my heart and throat.” I blink twice, then immediately correct my flub. “Soul. My heart and soul. It comes with my body, and my throat is part of that. So yes, anything.”
He brings his smile to mine, silencing my rambling with a sweet kiss. Or perhaps he did it simply because he wants to kiss me. I’m fine either way. He gives me only a little tongue this time, as if he’s trying to stop himself from taking it too far. I can feel his restraint. It’s horribly frustrating and simultaneously hot. Much like his entire personality.
When he breaks the kiss, he hardly pulls away. His mesmerizing stare burns into mine, making me more intoxicated than the gummy ever could.
Speaking of the gummy, it’s definitely wearing off. I feel more like myself than I have in hours. And even though he’s on top of me, I’m not grinding against my will.
“You want my cock to tickle your throat, Lila?”
He’skillingme with that scorching voice and dirty talk. His erection throbs against my core, enticing me to drive my hips upward.
I didn’t give him oral sex when we were intimate a few years ago. Since it was my first sexual encounter, I was nervous about my inexperience showing. Thankfully, he never asked for it or even hinted that he wanted it. I would have been terrified.
But now?
“Absolutely.”
“As enticing as that sounds, you’re grinding against me, which means you’re needy again. So let me take care of you first.”
Oops. My pesky lower body is living its best life.
Only this time, my hips aren’t thrusting against him out of some drug-induced ache. It’s a different type of need. A purer one. A longing to cement our bond with more than words.
“Reed, I think the drugs have worn off.”
“Psh. When I came in here, you were talking to ghosts about dildo delivery.”
Chuckling quietly, I state my case. “That’s true, but a lot of words have been spoken since then. Some of them were quite sobering. And the neediness I feel now is the usual type I feel around you. Not the drug-induced kind.”
He narrows his skeptical eyes at me, carefully assessing me. “Really?”
“Yeah. Aside from when you turned on the dirty talk about tickling my throat, haven’t you noticed how still I’ve been?”
