“Reed?” she said, licking her lips nervously as the man that was making it difficult to think glared at her.
“Do you know what I did for the past ten years, Joey?” he asked, which she normally would have taken as a good sign, but since he’d asked that question through clenched teeth and followed that up by placing his hands on the counter on either side of her hips so that he could lean down until they were eye-to-eye and she was left regretting so many things.
She opened her mouth to venture a guess only to quickly rethink that decision and settle for a simple shake of her head, which seemed to appease the large angry man. Nodding in approval, he reached up and gently pushed a strand of her hair back as he leaned in closer so that his mouth was next to her ear.
“For the past ten years, Joey, I haven’t thought about you,” he whispered seductively, making her swallow nervously.
“I haven’t wondered about you, asked about you, or thought about you, and do you know why?” he asked as she felt his hand close over her hip.
She shook her head only to close her eyes on a shaky breath when she felt his lips brush against her ear. “Because for the first twelve years you made my life a living hell. I worried about you every single fucking day and it only got worse when you left. But when you decided to let me know just how much you hated me, I stopped worrying. I stopped caring. But now…” he said softly, letting his words trail off so that he could brush his lips down the side of her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake and making her breath catch.
“Do you know what I think about now?” Reed asked in a seductive whisper that made it difficult to think as he kissed her chin.
“N-no,” she managed to get out only to groan when she felt his hand slide over her hip and settled over her bottom.
“You,” he said, brushing his lips softly against hers. “I think about you, Joey.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him…
Well, she really wasn’t exactly sure what she should tell him, but she was sure that it had something to do with the fact that they probably shouldn’t be doing this. There were a hundred reasons why, but as he reached up and cupped her face while he continued to gently brush his lips against hers, she couldn’t think of a single one. She also couldn’t remember it ever feeling this good to be in a man’s arms before, she thought with a shaky sigh as he ran his hands back down her neck and over her back.
“You’re so damn soft, Joey,” Reed said with a groan when she met the next teasing brush of his lips with a soft moan.
She could honestly say that when she’d imagined what she would be doing when she finally went on sabbatical that Reed kissing her on his bathroom counter hadn’t been part of the dream. But maybe it should have been, she thought as she slowly returned the kiss and—
Groaned when he suddenly pulled away so that he could glare at her.
Great, they were back to this already, she thought, biting back a disappointed sigh even as she tried to tell herself that this was for the—
This was definitely for the best, she decided when she suddenly found herself picked up so that the man, who normally looked like he was on the verge of burying her in a shallow grave, could pin her up against the wall and kiss her. She’d never been kissed like this before, she thought, unable to help but moan as she wrapped her arms around him and held on as he proved all the rumors that she probably shouldn’t have heard when she was little were true.
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He was definitely going to hell, but as Joey wrapped her legs around him and released a little whimper when she realized just how badly he wanted her, he realized that he didn’t fucking care. The only thing he cared about was the small woman that he had pinned up against the wall that was releasing the sweetest fucking moans that he’d ever heard.
She was so fucking soft, he thought as he ran his hands over her thighs, so smooth, and so fucking sweet, he thought as he kissed her. Needing more, he ran his hands over her thighs, pushing her shirt out of the way so that he could run his hands over her hips and slide them down the back of her panties so that he could finally get his hands on the generous ass that he’d been obsessed with for the past three days.
So fucking soft, he thought as he cupped her ass and used his hold to pull her tightly against him. The needy little whimper that she made had him carrying her toward his bedroom. When she threaded her fingers through his hair and used her hold so that she could tilt his head back and suck on his tongue, he thought he’d lose his fucking mind.
She was a demanding little thing, he thought, growling in approval as he leaned over to place her on the bed, sliding his hands up to the waist of her panties and pulled them down as she continued driving him out of his fucking mind. Unable to stop kissing her, he awkwardly reached down and pulled off his shoes and socks, tossing them aside before he wrapped his arm around her and joined her on the bed.
When he reached the pillows, he rolled over onto his back so that she was lying on top of him. As she adjusted herself over him so that she was straddling him, he ran his hands over her thighs and cupped her bare hips. When she pulled back, he moved to follow her only to find himself pushed back on the bed as she sat back on his lap, tearing a groan from him as her ass rubbed the underside of his straining cock.
“So, I have a few follow up questions,” the woman that was driving him out of his fucking mind said.
“Of course, you do,” he groaned, his lips twitching despite the fact that he’d seriously fucked up, but as he laid there, running his hands over her bare hips and back down her thighs, he found it difficult to care.
“Now, by ‘You’ did you mean that you were having homicidal fantasies and just trying to decide how to dispose of my body?” she asked and if she hadn’t followed that with a soft moan that had his balls pulling up tight as she shifted on his lap he would have assumed that she was completely fucking oblivious.
“No, I already figured that out years ago,” he said as he ran his hands back over her hips.
“Are you planning on luring me into a false sense of security before you set your trap and finally get your revenge?” she asked on a shaky moan as she placed her hands on his arms while he gently caressed her legs.
“No,” he said, shaking his head as he watched his hands slide back up her thighs and disappear beneath her tee shirt because revenge was the last thing on his mind.
“I see,” she murmured softly as she released her hold on him to grab the hem of her tee shirt.
“Are you sure?” he asked only to groan when she pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside.
“Mmmhmm,” she murmured as he laid there, trying to remember how to breathe as he took in the large lightly tanned breasts tipped with hard pink nipples, the soft curve of her stomach, and the soft thatch of dark curls between her legs, but it was that small Celtic tattoo around her navel that had his attention.
“Good,” he said absently as he cupped her hips so that he could trace that incredibly sexy tattoo with his thumb before he ran his thumb down her stomach so that he could trace her slit.
For a moment, he was simply content lying there, running the pad of his thumb gently over her slit, noting just wet she was and just how soft her pussy was as she shifted on his lap, lightly grinding down against his trapped cock. Licking his lips, he ran his gaze back up, taking in the way her breasts lightly bounced, the way her nipples strained and found her watching him with a curious frown.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he sat up so that he could wrap his arms around her simply because he needed to touch her, something that he wasn’t going to look too deeply into right now.
“You know this can’t go anywhere, right?” Joey asked as she reached between them and began toying with his tie.
Sighing, he leaned in and kissed her, “I know.”