This is a way sexier position than I would’ve predicted.
His strong thighs surround me, keeping me in place. He roams his hands over my chest, kneading and caressing my flesh. His eyes track the movement, and his lips part to expose the tip of his tongue.
He’s coveting me. Worshipping me with his hands and his hungry gaze.
The longer he studies me, the more I begin to wonder if he’s picking the perfect place to finish the next time we have sex.
Why did I have to think that? Now I’m envisioning it.
I wonder if he wants to slip his cock between my breasts? That would be so dang hot I might incinerate.
Speaking of hisone-eyed willy, it’s partially erect and resting on my upper belly. Also hot. Even feeling his balls on my stomach turns me on. And those are arguably the least attractive part of a man. That and the ring of fire.
Dang it. Instead of cooling me off, picturingthatpart of his anatomy on me as well is making my clit throb and thighs press together.
Call meMount Lila. Reed’s welcome to climb naked to my summit anytime.
Oblivious to my somewhat disturbing inner monologue, he shoves my breasts inward. I glance down, noticing my twin peaks have an impressive valley of cleavage. No easy feat since I’m on my back and my nips were basically pointing to both sides of the room. When they’re this big, gravity is their true master.
Hoisting my chest up and making it jiggle, he sounds indignant when he asks, “How can you look in the mirror and not realize this is what the animators were aiming for when they drew that damn character?”
Reed might be deranged, but he’s mine.
And apparently, I’m his type.
Out of nowhere, he jolts, posture stiffening and eyes tripling in size. Yet he doesn’t release my boobs. “Oh. I have thebestidea.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I counter.
“Cookie, next Halloween, we’re doing a couple’s costume. You’re going as Jessica. Up to you whether I’m the old detective dude or the crazy rabbit.”
Welp, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.
Unabashedly, I laugh in his face, which he wholeheartedly deserves. Despite my hysterics, he continues massaging my chest. I don’t think he realizes he’s doing it.
And that makes me laugh harder.
After the hilarity dwindles, I ask, “Do you attend many Halloween parties? I haven’t been to one of those since high school. And a couple’s costume? Who says I want to do that?”
Itotallywant to do that.
“I didn’t say we were going anywhere.” He waggles his brows and shakes my breasts like they’re point-emphasizing pom poms. “We can trick or treat around the bedroom. Once I see you in that costume, we won’t make it out of here anyway.”
His playful side is almost too much for my heart to take. I adore seeing him this way. So full of light and levity.
I crick my finger at him. “Come here. I need a kiss.”
He descends Mount Lila before claiming my lips. I’m careful to keep the kiss brief so we don’t get wrapped up. I need to figure out what made him flinch in the tub.
All because I called himdimples.
When he pulls away, he keeps one hand cradled against my cheek. “I love you. And you’re beautiful. Stop cutting yourself down.”
“I’m trying,” I admit. “It’s not easy.”
“I know.” He joins our lips for a sweet peck. “I’ll keep telling you how gorgeous you are until we’re old and gray if I need to. I’m highly committed to this goal.”
“Why don’t you focus on one goal at a time? I think keeping me alive is a higher priority than convincing me I’m a cartoon.”
