SIX MONTHS (A Seven Series Novel)

“What do you want to do to me?” I asked him.

 

“Taste them,” he bit out, licking his lips.

 

“Strip out of your clothes, lie on top of me, and suck on them.”

 

His pupils were engorged as he shucked his jeans off so fast I barely saw him move. Reno’s boxers went next and I turned my head away.

 

When I didn’t feel him crawling on the bed, I peeked through my lashes at him. “What’s wrong?”

 

“Eyes open,” he said in a gruff voice. “I’m about to make you feel real good, April, and I want you looking in my eyes while we do this. Don’t shut me out. Deal?”

 

I nodded as he crawled on top of the bed, warming me with his heavy body. When his mouth came around my nipple and the wet heat touched my skin, I gripped the scarves and pulled, making the bed creak.

 

Upon my command, Reno slid his hand inside my panties. He pleasured me until I came close to the brink and then he stopped. He kissed me long and hard, lips melting against mine, sliding his tongue deeper until his arms trembled from holding up his weight. He only did what I asked of him. Pulling down my panties with his teeth took longer than I had expected, but Reno was a persistent and patient man who aimed to please.

 

After a long seduction, Reno untied me and lay on his back, pulling me astride him. I’d never been consumed by a man’s gaze until that night, and I’d never felt more intimate with anyone as when he slid deep inside me. The measure of his restraint was remarkable as he gave up control, allowing me to pin down his arms and ride him until my thighs began to tremble. I loved every imperfect thing about him. The way the thin trail of hair below his navel brushed against my belly, the faint scars on his body, the way he’d grimace when I hit a sweet spot, and even his musky smell. My hips went into a wild rhythm that had him groaning and straining beneath me. God, now I knew exactly how he felt riding that motorcycle—the raw power between his legs and being in complete control.

 

He threw back his head and every muscle clenched, turning to granite. The cords of muscle on his arms had never been more evident. When he captured my attention with his magnetic gaze and called me princess—I came.

 

Or quaked.

 

Either way, my body rocked from the first orgasm I’d ever experienced with a man. I’d had plenty on my own, but Reno made me feel alive in ways my ex never could. But if he hadn’t allowed me to take over, I would have never been able to reach my climax. Someone like me was too messed up; no man would ever be able to give me one.

 

Reno proved my theory wrong when he flipped me over and we did it the Shifter way. My knees pressed against the sheets as his hips slammed into me from behind. I gripped the headboard and my body hummed with pleasure. Then he stopped and allowed me to move—an act of give and take. Reno made an animalistic sound and dropped his head on my shoulder as I rocked him into a sweet orgasm. As I neared climax, Reno roughly grabbed my hips and pounded into me so relentlessly that he made me scream his name.

 

And I’d never screamed out any man’s name before.

 

Except for the time I got fifth row tickets to a Billy Joel concert.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 18

 

 

“What is that naughty grin all about?” Trevor remarked. “And where the hell were you all night?”

 

“Well, I think you might have answered your own question,” I said, hardly able to conceal my smile. I closed the door to the trailer and locked out the sunshine before heading to my room to change clothes. I’d taken a shower at Reno’s house that morning, but I wasn’t about to skank around in yesterday’s panties. Not to mention I wasn’t wearing a bra because he had cut it off with a knife.

 

After my fifth orgasm I was spent, and Reno had encased me in his arms and held me all night. He’d questioned me about my trouble with Sanchez. I told him everything I knew about him and Delgado. I didn’t know what trouble it could bring, but it was time for me to come clean and start being honest with those who cared about me.

 

“If he wants a pissing match, he just fucked with the wrong guy, because I’ve got the longest dick,” Reno had declared.

 

I wanted to let sleeping dogs lie, but I couldn’t talk him out of going after Sanchez. It didn’t matter; Reno said Sanchez was going down on sheer principle for messing around with his girl.

 

His girl.

 

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