Page 70 of Miss Belief

Teagan

Iconsidered myself a brave person. However, approaching Reid while he was with Vanessa’s parents and his mother was not happening under any circumstance. There was brave, and then there was reckless. A smart woman stayed at the bar.

“I’ll take a bourbon neat and a gin and tonic, please,” I told the bartender. Gin was a safe bet for keeping me on good behavior. The bourbon, of course, was for Reid because I knew he’d need it.

Turning around with the drinks in hand, I caught Reid stalking toward me with heated eyes. Jesus. If ever there was a look a man gave a woman to make her knees weak, this was it. He stared at me as if he saw no one else. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.

“I got you a drink.”

He took the cold glass and used his free hand to take mine. “Thank you. Any chance you want to take off and return to the room now?”

“Are we allowed?” Dinner had been served, the cake had been cut, and the toasts had been made. Dancing was still in full swing, but hell if I knew the protocol.

He chuckled. “I’ve done more than my duty. Come on.”

I giggled. Actually giggled like a teenage girl as I followed him through the reception and into the lobby. Once we were in the elevator, he didn’t hesitate in seizing the moment to take my lips.

Breathless.

How could a simple kiss leave me this way? But here I was, gazing into his eyes and swallowing hard at how far gone I was for this man. My stupid brain hoped for confirmation he was feeling it too, while my body argued against any sort of heavy conversation that might rob it of future orgasms.

I was team orgasm all the way.

Once we were in the room, we quickly stripped out of our clothes like it was a race, grinning the entire time. I stood naked in victory. “I win.”

He glanced up from undoing his trousers, the last article left of his clothing. “Do you? I’d argue I’m the one winning since I get to stare at your body first. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees up near the headboard, beautiful.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. It was a position we hadn’t tried yet, and I looked forward to him taking me from behind. But once the bed shifted under his weight, I expected him to come up behind me. Imagine my surprise when I felt a wet tongue instead.

I moaned, looking down to see him between my legs. Had I ever witnessed a sexier sight in my life?

“Lower yourself so you straddle my face.”

My hands gripped the headboard for leverage as I lowered myself to his waiting lips. “Full disclosure. If you die, you die.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take my chances.”

When his mouth fastened on my clit, I nearly bucked off of him.

“Ride my mouth.”

So. Fucking. Hot.

I did as he asked, getting into a rhythm before he took hold of my hips and held me for an incredible assault of lips, tongue, and fingers.

“Oh, God.” I threw my head back and death-gripped the headboard, hoping it was sturdy enough to sustain my climax. Holy shit. A moment of blackness overwhelmed my senses, causing everything to block out except for the waves of pleasure hitting my body over and over.

As I came down off my orgasm, I realized I’d gripped my thighs together as I’d lost my mind. “Jesus, sorry.”

He chuckled, probably thankful I was letting him breathe again, and slid out from my thighs. “You did warn me.”

“I did, but wow.”

He wasn’t done. Warm hands rubbed my back, then up to my shoulders. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are? I’m addicted to touching and tasting your soft skin.”

Once again, the compliment landed, and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. But this time I didn’t refute it. Instead, I turned my head over my shoulder to meet his kiss, pouring all of my love for this man into the only way I dared show him.

Dammit, did I use the word love?