I reach down to remove his fingers but he tightens against me, moving them in his perfect rhythm. “I can’t. Please.”
He rams into me harder and I cry out, hearing his loud throaty growl. “Now, love.” And I let it go, all of it. The pain of the past several days without him, the anger from the pictures, the terror of the hooded figure. I let it go and feel him, just him. I’m panting, barely able to take in a full breath as my upper body collapses down onto my forearms and I feel his head drop to my back.
Hot breath warms my spine and I loosen my grip on the leather. “Hold on.” He pulls out of me and I wince a bit in pain, which has never happened with him before. Of course, I’ve never been fucked like that before, so hard that my teeth chatter with each push. I roll onto my side, facing the cushions and curl into a ball. That was intense, really intense and I’m actually a bit sore after that Reese style fucking. He returns moments later holding a washcloth. “Lie on your back.” I obey and keep my eyes on him as he wipes me clean, gently after he notices my scrunched up face. “I hurt you.”
“I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt that much.” He bends down, planting a gentle kiss between my legs before he scoops me up into his arms. I quickly bury my face in his neck and nuzzle the shit out of him. “Mmm, this is my favorite spot, right here.” I inhale deeply and let out a soft moan.
“I know; you seek it out often.” He carries me into his bedroom and places me gently on the bed. I pull the covers around me and scoot over to allow him some space.
“Now that I’ve fucked some sense into you, let me be perfectly clear about something.” I’ve already settled on his chest, my leg draped over his and my hand wrapped around his waist as my eyes slowly glance up at him. “I haven’t called or texted you since Friday because you told me you needed time to think. And I don’t know what the fuck that means because no woman has ever told me that before, but I assumed it meant you didn’t want to hear from me.” His fingers gently stroke my back, trailing across my skin and I moan softly.
“Okay.”
“And just because I don’t jump on your breasts the moment you whip them out doesn’t fucking mean I don’t want to. I didn’t know where we stood, so I wasn’t going to push my luck.” I bite my lip to hold in my smile. He looks rightly irritated with having to explain himself, but the explanation is needed. “Dylan, I’m really sorry about those photos.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m done talking and thinking about it. Between Friday night with Joey and Juls and all day yesterday and today, I’m done.” My arm wraps tighter around him. “Nothing’s changed between us. It didn’t change anything.”
He lifts my chin up to meet his face and I see the tension in his jaw. He looks unsure and that look sends a panic through me. Nothing’s changed for me, but has it for him? I sit up quickly and move to lie next to him when his hands grab my waist and pull me back down, only this time I’m flipped around, straddling him. The movement’s so quick I barely have time to register it. “Don’t,” he states.
I take a second to study his features in my new position, given the fact that we’re now eye to eye. Crazy mess of hair that I’m noticing makes him look younger than he is, green eyes that are narrowed in on mine, and stubble? A lot of stubble. I reach out, brush my hand along his chin, and can’t contain my smile. Oh, man. Reese with a day or two worth of facial hair is sexy beyond belief. “Why did you just try to move away from me?”
I shake my head quickly.
“Dylan.” Oh, Mr. Persistent.
“Nothing’s changed for me, but has it changed for you?” I ask quickly, getting out the question I fear the answer to before I can think myself out of it.
“No,” he answers firmly.
“So you still want this?”
He drops his head and it hits the headboard with a loud thump. “Yes, whatever the fuck this is, I still want it. You’re in control here, Dylan. You have all the fucking control.” His eyes are burning into mine with the same intensity they’ve always shown for me. I’m in control? Of what? Of us? I decide not to probe because I’m not sure I want to know the answer. He lets out a forceful breath that warms my face. “If something would have happened to you tonight…” His eyes close tight and the crease in his brow appears. Oh, Reese. The man’s mood swings are enough to give me permanent whiplash.