“I suppose that makes sense. It’s definitely a plan with merits.” Her long fingers at his nape slipped up into the hair at the base of his skull as she tipped her head back, exposing the smooth expanse of her neck for his nibbling pleasure. “Oh, God.” The prayer was a breathy whisper, just barely loud enough for him to hear, and made him grin with base satisfaction as he moved up to the space just behind her ear. She tasted like salted caramel, a combination it seemed he couldn’t get enough of.
“So what do you say, Luce?” He nipped at her earlobe and then soothed it with a gentle suction in his mouth.
“I say—” Her answer was cut off by a gasp as he pushed her back the few inches to press her up against the wall.
“You were saying?” Reid prompted her to start her sentence again, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to let her finish. It was too much fun interrupting her.
“I was saying that— uhn!” That time he ground himself over where he knew that sensitive little bundle was swollen and aching for some contact. “Damn it, Reid, yes, okay? I say yes to the new plan!”
“About damn time you spit that out.” And with that, he attacked.
Chapter Nine
Lucie felt like she just sold her soul to the devil, and she couldn’t care less. In all her life she’d never felt so wanted, so desired. Reid was setting her on fire and she was more than happy to go down in flames.
The air surrounding them was humid with an eclectic array of scents. Sweat, both old and new, carried undertones of her jasmine shampoo and something of his that reminded her of ocean foam and sunshine.
He buried his face in her neck. She had no idea so many wonderful things could be done to one’s neck. Kissing, suckling, biting, licking. Each was more erotic than the last and took with it another fraction of her sanity.
The man moved like he’d been training to do this his whole life instead of fight. She certainly never experienced anything close to this with her ex-husband. Reid consumed her with what should logically be considered basic moves, and all she could think to do was wrap her arms around his shoulders, dig her fingers into his strong back, and hold on for dear life.
With one hand he grabbed her thigh and held it on his hip as he performed another of those magical pelvic thrusts. The new position opened her up, allowing the hard length of him to cause delicious friction at her very center. Suddenly she wished their clothing would spontaneously combust. There were way too many barriers between them.
“I want inside of you so damn bad,” he breathed against her jaw. “I can’t remember the last time I was this hard.”
“That’s a good thing, though, right?”
He pulled back just enough to look down at her as he answered. And lucky her, it also provided him with room to trace, pluck, and torture a nipple with his free hand, eliciting an Oh, God and a few accompanying moans. “Good and bad. Good, because it means I’m extremely turned on by you. Bad, because it means I’m going to embarrass the hell out of myself when I don’t last longer than a few minutes.”
“Really?” Lucie tried to remember the act of sex ever lasting more than a few minutes and came up blank. She’d sort of assumed that was the norm, but she wasn’t telling him that. Trying to look nonchalant, she asked, “So, how long would you say is your average?”
Reid laughed as he hoisted her up with her legs around his waist and his weight pressing her into the wall. She was almost at eye level with him now, making it impossible not to be transfixed by the amusement dancing in his mossy-brown irises. “I think that’s the male equivalent of asking a woman her weight. But it doesn’t matter because I think, with a little practice, we’re going to leave my average in the dust.”
That didn’t really tell her much, but it sounded promising. Only, he didn’t give her a chance to ponder it for more than a second before he took her mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue delved between her lips and massaged hers. He tasted faintly of an Andes chocolate mint, which was likely from his toothpaste and protein shake, but made her want to suck on him until he melted in her mouth.
With his hips holding her up against the wall, his hands were free to roam. As he continued his plundering kiss, the fingers of one hand traced the crease of her ass and down to stroke her swollen folds, while the other worked under her shirt and pushed up one side of her bra to gain access to a taut breast.
Her mind was wrapped in cotton, unable to conjure the simplest of thoughts. Her only possible function right now was to focus on every stroke, every touch, and await the moment when he would finally sink inside her. The image made her sex clench, but there was nothing to hold onto. She was empty, achingly so, and it made her whimper with need and squeeze his waist in frustration.
“I know, baby. I know what you need. Whaddya say we take this into your bedroom so I can satisfy you right?”
It should’ve been a question. It was posed as one. But it wasn’t asked like one. There was no need for it to be. No woman in her right mind would have said no. But just as he held her to him and turned to walk from the room, they heard the front door slam shut and Reid froze mid-turn.
“Lucie? Where are ya, girl?”