“Reid, we can’t!” I squeak. But quietly. I don’t want anyone to know he’s in this dressing room with me. “Someone will hear!”
“Be a good quiet girl for me, then,” he murmurs, his lipson my ear sending sparks through me. “Lift the hem of your dress.”
I gather the soft fabric in my hands, dragging it up slowly, and watching Reid’s eyes go dark with desire. I’ve never thought my legs were much to look at, but Reid’s expression says otherwise. He’s already seen me naked, but he stares at me in the mirror as though I’m the most awe-inspiring sight in the world.
“Such cute, innocent knickers hiding a perfect jewel.” He slides his hand into the waistband of the cotton. “Ohhh, and so wet for me. My good girl.”
I glow from his low, raspy praise as his clever fingers split my seam and draw over my clit. I shudder, the pleasure a bright flare of white. Despite where we are, he doesn’t hurry. He indulges, his gaze fixed on my face as he strokes me. And I’m helpless, pressing my lips together to prevent from crying out or begging for more, and unable to say no, because everything he does makes me feel more alive than I ever have before.
He amplifies his touch gradually, until I’m trembling and on the edge of coming, and mindlessly chasing his fingers as well as collapsing against the mirror.
“This fucking arm,” he grunts.
I haven’t heard any complaints from him about his injury, I realise. He’s just taken the pain and limitation at every stage. Or ignored the limits. The only thing that has made him grumble is not being able to touch me as he wants to.
That shimmers down my spine.
But the next second, I have no space for thoughts of being special. Reid has growled against my throat and bit down. I cry out. I can’t help it, because at the same time, heruthlessly shoves two fingers into my wet entrance, and thrusts his thumb over my clit.
“Quietly, sweetheart,” he rumbles.
A moan that rises up my throat, but Reid’s fingers clamp over my lips, his fingers shoving into my mouth and preventing me from giving us away as he pumps the fingers of his other hand into my passage and rubs me where I’m desperate for him.
“Come for me. Give it to me,” he demands, his lips on my ear.
I see stars. I practically collapse as I come, my hands and cheek flat against the cool mirror, Reid’s hand between my legs, his hard body trapping me, and the pleasure-pain of his teeth at my neck.
I’m entirely his as I shatter for him, gripping his fingers. It has an intensity I’ve only felt with him. I’m whining as the orgasm sweeps over me, again and again.
15
REID
She’s so fucking gorgeous in this dress, I almost want to keep her for myself. I’m desperate to come, and my cock is unyielding. But instead, I’ve got a better idea.
I’m going to claim my girl. Not in the way I’d really like. I’ll have her in my bed for that, slow, deep and passionate, with words of love on our lips.
When she’s ready.
But right now, I’ve felt her come, and I need to burn off this lust she brings out in me, or I’ll be hard all evening.
I grasp Callie’s waist, and spin her in my arms, then push her up against the mirror. Her hands go around the back of my neck, and she kisses me as I all but devour her. I’m savage. I’m a monster, desperate for her. Then I lift her. She makes a sound of protest, and I hear her hiss about my arm, and the complaint of the limb itself, still weak and sore.
I ignore both.
I shove my hips forwards, the tension building. Making her come with my fingers was so fucking hot. Watching her fall apart was the most awe-inspiring thing in the world. I enjoyed licking her, that’s amazing, but seeing her facecreased in pleasure was even better. And the view over her shoulder and down her cleavage as well in the mirror watching her expression be swept over with bliss was only heightened by having to be quiet, and the taboo of being in a public space.
“You have to stop!” She manages to say around our wet, filthy, kiss.
“Why?” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, and she whimpers. There’s an obscene wet sound as I release it. “Give me one reason.”
There are none. I’m not stopping.
“Because it’ll upset me if you reopen your wound lifting my heavy butt!” she whisper-shouts.
That stops me dead.
Upset Callie? Breathing hard, I rest my forehead on hers. Okay, that’s the one thing that could make me pause.
