His kiss set her body on fire, that talented tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She felt feverish and mindless as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shamelessly rubbed her breasts on his chest. Her nipples puckered from the friction, tingling uncontrollably.
“Reed.” His name left her mouth in a breathy rush. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I don’t want me to go, either,” he said huskily.
Not another word was spoken as he scooped her into his arms and marched over to the living room couch. She almost pointed out that her bedroom was less than ten steps away, but at the moment, ten steps felt like a three-mile trek through the Grand Canyon. She needed him now.
Darcy clawed at his T-shirt, peeling it off his torso to reveal his mouth-watering chest. His hands had gone for her shirt too, ripping it off in one frantic move. The rest of their clothes didn’t stay on for long.
Naked, they fell back on the couch, Darcy’s butt bouncing on the plush cushions.
“You’re so beautiful.” Absolute reverence clung to his voice as those blue eyes roamed every inch of her body.
Everywhere he looked, she burned. Her breasts became hot and achy, her clit swelled with need, and the pressure between her legs grew so unbearable she started to squirm.
“So beautiful,” he murmured again. “I want to fuck your brains out, baby.”
She couldn’t fight a wave of laughter. Only Reed would follow up a romantic compliment with something so colorfully crude.
She had to admit, she loved it. Fucking. Loved. It.
The dirty talk, the scruff on his face, the heavy cock that rested on her belly and left a streak of moisture on her skin when he shifted.
His beard growth scraped her skin as he slid lower, his warm mouth zeroing in on one breast. The second his lips closed over her nipple, her hips shot off the couch. A bolt of heat coursed from her breast straight to her clit.
Reed sucked on the distended bud, making the sexiest noise she’d ever heard. “I haven’t paid nearly enough attention to your breasts. They’re so insanely perfect. So damn sexy.”
“Yeah?” She’d never paid much attention to her breasts, either. If she were being honest, she was much prouder of her ass.
“Oh yeah,” he rumbled, flicking his tongue over her nipple. “These breasts deserve to be worshipped.”
“Hmmm. Then maybe you need to quit talking so much and start worshipping.”
His head lifted, one dark eyebrow propping up. “You really want me to shut up, Darce? ‘Cause it seems to me that you totally get off when I talk dirty to you.”
She pretended to think it over. “I guess I don’t mind some conversation. As long as you shut up every now and then and put that filthy mouth to good use.”
“Like this, you mean?” He drew her other nipple in his mouth and sucked so hard she cried out.
“God. Yes. Just like that.”
Darcy clasped the back of his head to keep him in place, wiggling her lower body against his erection. Each soft lick and deep pull on her nipples intensified the ache in her core, and when Reed brought one hand to the juncture of her thighs, she knew he could feel just how wet his torturous ministrations had gotten her.
His lips released her nipple with a pop as he raised his head again. “Is this all for me?” he taunted, sliding two fingers into the moisture pooling at her opening.
She made a breathy sound. “Yes.”
“How bad do you want my tongue down here?” His thumb slipped over her clit, stroking it lightly. “Tell me.”
“So bad,” she choked out. “So frickin’ bad.”
His chuckle was downright evil. “You want me to lick your pussy again? Like I did when you were sprawled on your desk, totally at my mercy?”
“Yes.”
She hadn’t thought it was possible to be this turned on. Her body actually hurt from the sharp prickles of need piercing her skin and the incessant rush of blood flow to her swollen clit.
“I’ve been thinking about it all day,” Reed drawled, one hand lazily caressing her breasts while the other traced teeny circles over her clit. “Every time I see you I imagine burying my face between your legs. I picture you coming on my tongue.”
“Do it. Please,” Darcy pleaded.
She expected a mocking response, maybe even a denial, just because he seemed to enjoy tormenting her. But he simply hummed in approval and dragged his long, powerful body down to the end of the couch, his face inches from her core.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. “Let me see every inch of you.”
She shamelessly did as he asked, offering him an indecent view. The intensity of his gaze made her pulse kick up a notch. So did the way he licked his lips, as if he were staring at a juicy feast he couldn’t wait to devour.