Her eyes widened for a moment as he pushed his way in, and he thought he might’ve hurt her. But just as he was about to pull back, she thrust her hips, taking in all of him at once. They both gasped from the surprise and sensation of it, but before Garrett had even gotten his bearings, Reese lowered her hips, then thrusted up again, harder this time. Garrett’s hands tightened on the edge of the table, as he held on for dear life. This woman was going to kill him in the only way a man ever truly wanted to die.
“Fuck!” He cried out as she thrusted up into him again and again. He matched her thrust for thrust, determined to give her the kind of fucking she’d demanded. He loved how she wasn’t being passive, waiting for him to do all the work, or hoping for him to take the lead.
Reese Graham took what she wanted and she wasn’t shy about it. Gone was the shy woman, the reserved recluse who hid behind closed doors. No, this was the real Reese, and she was all his.
It wasn’t long before her thighs started to tighten around him again, and her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back to hold him to her. Her eyes closed, and her face turned a beautiful shade of rose as her cheeks flushed in the moonlight with the heat building between them. “I’m so close,” she said right before shattering in his arms, and sending himinto a frenzy unlike anything he’d ever known. He came harder and longer than he ever knew was possible. It went on for so long and came from somewhere so primal, it was almost painful.
He collapsed over her, letting his forearms support his weight so as not to crush her, but she just wrapped her arms around him and pulled him all the way down until they were plastered together, their foreheads touching as his lips still sought hers. “You’re mine, Reese,” he said. “I know it’s silly and caveman of me, but there’s no other way to describe what we just shared. “You are mine.”
“Only if you’re mine,” she said, in slight mock defiance.
He was still a bit breathless from their love making session, but he’d rather have her than oxygen any day of the week. “Fuck yeah.”
There would never be another woman in his life, and Garrett Cooper was thrilled about that.
