“Why the hell didn’t you come last night?”
He captured my mouth—my answer—and overruled any excuse I might have had. And in that kiss, I felt the freedom I so desperately needed. Our hands still clasped, he twisted them behind my back, pressing his body into me while teasing me with his wicked mouth. I writhed in his hold as I met the deep exploration of his tongue and damn near buckled when he pulled back and bit my bottom lip before he let it go.
Eyes searing into mine, chest rising and falling. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Take my clothes off?” I said, completely incapable of the art of conversation. My center ached, soaked with need. All I could do was pant. “I write better than I talk.”
He chuckled and nipped at my neck, my hands still bound by his, pinned to his solid frame. He hesitated and then gripped my hands tighter as if he were afraid to leave me to my own devices.
“Whatever you are about to say, I truly don’t give a damn,” I said, my whisper heated as I leaned into him to try to capture a new kiss. “Fuck me,” I demanded before I caught his lips and kissed him with as much promise as he had me. “Right now,” I said as I swept my tongue across his bottom lip. “Reid Crowne.”
I saw his eyes darken before he released my hands. We collided again, mouths and tongues groping for more. I couldn’t get close enough, and he was hungry. I lost my shirt by his hands. He lost his jeans by mine. I lost my shorts, and he lost his boxers. I gripped him, heavy in my hand, and gasped as he fisted my hair and filled my mouth with another soul-shattering kiss. I was broken, exposed, and beat by his lips alone.
“Oh, God,” I rasped out as he skimmed beneath my panties and found me soaked. The pads of his fingers slid through my drenched middle and grazed my clit.
“Stella,” he said with a groan, “you fuck with me.” He exhaled heavily as he drew out another tongue-filled trail of kisses above my bra. He cupped a heavy breast and thumbed the material off my nipple before taking it in his mouth. His fingers moved inside me, and I buckled at the sight of his closed eyes while he fed, gripping his hair and clutching him to me. It was too much, way too much, and I was slipping somewhere between lust and beautiful oblivion, afraid to let myself fall there because I didn’t want to miss anything.
“Goddamn,” Reid said, his voice hoarse as he pulled away to stare at me. “Fucking grenade.”
I would not be denied another second. I pumped his cock tight in my hand and slid my thumb over his silky head. He jerked and cursed under his breath while I licked the salt off his chest. I tugged at his length and let myself get lost as I worshipped his taut muscles with my tongue. We stumbled toward his mattress before I landed hard on my back, chest heaving. He lingered on his knees, taking me in while he hooked my panties with his thumbs and slowly slid them down my legs. Darkening, lust-filled eyes washed over me as he spread me wide. Hot hands moved up and down my thighs as he watched me writhe.
“Please,” I said as I reached for him, and he batted my hands away before he bent his head and licked me smoothly from center to top. I jerked in welcome at the feeling of his tongue as it darted out, and I released a loud moan. His mouth teased while his jaw scraped against my thighs. It only took seconds for me to detonate against his merciless tongue. I was still gasping when he pulled back on his knees, his thumb working my clit as he ripped a condom with his teeth. Hovering over me, he trailed a hand up my body, covering every naked inch of me, and cupped my face before he gripped the back of my head, nails dragging across my scalp, a firm grip on my hair, and pushed into me. I choked on the full feeling as he groaned and buried himself. Anchored by his mouth and shaking underneath him, he drove into me hard and deep until I was matching his thrusts and whimpering on his tongue. He burned through me, with me.
Rapture.
Completion.
I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, and all I wanted was more. He took me further than I’d ever flown before we crashed into a tangled mess onto his mattress.
Spent, on our backs, and heads facing each other, we caught our breath as we studied each other through new lovers’ eyes. I had so many words circling through my head, but I couldn’t do anything but stare at him. He slowly trailed his fingers over my lips, down my neck, and over the curve of my breasts. And while his fingers explored, his eyes stayed on mine, filling the silence, and in them I saw the piece of me that he took.
I Belong to You
Lenny Kravitz
I collapsed onto Reid’s chest as he rode out his release, gripping my ass and pumping me back and forth. When we had both recovered, I pulled back, locked around his hips, and narrowed my eyes.
“Don’t ever call me little sister again.”
His smile was breathtaking as he looked up at me with residual heat. “Promise.”
“And by the way, what I meant to say was I was completely blown away.”
“I had a feeling it was better than good with you when you started screaming.”
I rolled my eyes. “I was talking about the show.”
“So was I,” he said with a sly grin.
“How would you know? You never once looked up.”
He leaned in and took my nipple in his mouth, mumbling.
“What?”
He pulled back with my flesh between his teeth. “I never look out. I’m not there for them.”
“God,” I said with a scoff. “Just there for the music? How typical.”
“I don’t like crowds.”
I pulled my nipple away and moved to lie on my side, propped up on my hand. “You’re about to have a big problem.”
“Fuck, you look so good without clothes on,” he said as he dipped in again and pinned me on my back, sucking my peaked flesh until it hurt. I shrieked and tugged at his hair.
“Reid, what are you going to do when you go on tour?”
He pulled away and looked at me like I’d just grown a third nipple.
“Tour?”
“Yeah, you’ll get signed soon. You’ll have to tour.”
His expression was a mix of skepticism and amusement.
“Yeah,” he said with wide eyes, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Because we’re going to get signed,” he whispered as he slipped our second condom off and threw it in a Taco Bell bag.
“Yeah, you are,” I said as he sat up and looked back at me over his shoulder with drawn brows.
“You need to ease up on Brodi’s weed, Stella.”
“You know I don’t smoke. You really don’t think you’ll get signed, do you? You don’t believe it’s going to happen?”
“We’ve been playing for three years. So, no, I fucking don’t.” He moved to stand and held out his hand.
I took it and stood with him. “You will get signed. It’s just a matter of when. And kicking me out is rude, Reid. I have to say, I’m close to taking a nut with me.”
He deadpanned, “I was hoping you would wash my hair, but telling a naked man to fear for his nuts, I’ll be afraid to turn my back.”
“Fine, but you have two hands now. You can wash your own hair.”
He pulled me to him and gripped my bare ass. “I want your hands. And I never—” he swallowed, his eyes lit with sincerity “—I never told you how much I appreciated all that shit you did for me.”
I shook my head. “It was nothing.”
“Stella, it was everything.” His eyes punctured me, and I felt the warmth spread. “It meant everything. I was in a fucked-up place.”
“And now you’re not?” I said, my voice laced with hope, but I knew better because the guilt he carried was still evident on his face.
“No, I’m still in a fucked-up place,” he said with a shrug, “but it sucks a lot less here with you around.”
“Huh,” I said as he started toward his bathroom. “And I thought I got on your nerves.”
He walked down the hall, his perfect ass my focal point. “You do.”
I briefly thought about biting it. “I thought I pissed you off.”
“That too,” he said, starting the shower.
“So . . . I get on your nerves and piss you off.”
“Daily,” he said without reservation.