“No,” she said, lifting her hips off the pillow underneath, a silent beg for more.
“No,” he agreed, kneading the opposite cheek with his calloused palm. “I think you rather enjoyed it, didn’t you?” The fingers of one hand returned to massage her swollen folds as the other continued to stroke and knead her ass and all she wanted was more.
Smack!
A strangled scream rent the air a split second after his hand left her butt. Again, her reaction was more from shock than pain.
“You didn’t answer me, Lu.” Answer him? She couldn’t even remember her name at the moment, much less a question. Thankfully he repeated it. “Do you like what I’m doing to this pretty little ass of yours?”
“Yes,” she exclaimed through another nip, this one closer to the crease near her thigh. “Everything you’re doing feels so good.”
“It’s a damn good thing because I’m really digging seeing my marks on your skin, sweetheart.”
Before she had a chance to respond Reid grabbed the thin strap that banded her waist in both hands and yanked in opposite directions, rending the silk in two. “I’ll buy you more.” She didn’t know why, but the idea of Reid needing to replace a pair of her underwear every time he ripped it from her body struck her as funny. She giggled. Until his tongue laved her sex in a warm, wet stripe.
“Ohmigod.”
Now it was his turn to be amused and the vibrations from his lips tingled her nerve-rich skin and coaxed more juices as she clenched inside. “Turn over so I can do this properly.”
She rolled to her back and stared up as he held himself above her. “I don’t know that the word ‘proper’ works in this context. I think the adverb you’re looking for is ‘illicitly.’”
“You’re right. Illicit definitely describes my plans for you. But you’re also wrong.”
“About what?”
“There’s still a proper way to perform illicit acts.” With a wicked grin and a devilish glint in his eye he said, “And I’m going to show you exactly what I mean.”
…
Reid soaked up her innocent reaction like the desert would a long-awaited rain. He’d never been with anyone like her. He’d always dated fast and ready girls who knew what they were doing and what he was about: no-strings-attached sex.
Lucie was refreshing and so damn responsive. He loved keeping her on the edge, always wondering what he’d do next, and then shocking her—and sometimes even himself—with his next move.
He lowered himself so he was partially draped over her, but still held himself up enough that he wasn’t crushing her with his weight. She was such a little slip of a thing, fine and delicate and utterly beautiful. He couldn’t understand why she thought herself so plain.
Her soft gray eyes encompassed by a charcoal-colored ring gazed at him with the unfocused sight lust was known to induce. He brushed the fringe of her bangs to the side and noticed the tiny heart-shaped freckle. He bent his head and kissed it and her eyes fluttered shut on a sigh as he then kissed a path to her mouth.
Using pressure he encouraged her to open and swept his tongue through to find hers. The feel of her tongue sliding with his, moving over and around as their lips laid claim to the other was the headiest feeling. Her hands came up to frame his ribs and when he rocked his hips, grinding his cock against her, her fingers dug into his sides. The sharp bite of her nails scratching his skin turned him on something fierce.
The lace of her bra rasped against his sensitive nipples and he groaned as they tightened from the sensation. As good as it felt, he’d rather have it gone. Reaching behind her with one hand he expertly unhooked the clasp, pulled it off from the front, and whipped it somewhere behind him as he got his first glimpse of her bare breasts.
“Phenomenal,” he rasped. And they were.
They were the perfect size for his hand; small enough to be perky and big enough to have that curved swell on the bottom from their weight. The first thing he thought of was the need to sculpt them. He’d spend hours getting everything just right. Her small, dusky rose nipples that puckered when he circled them with the tip of his finger. The gentle slope from her delicate clavicle to the tip of her nipple. The fullness underneath that grew even more under the heat of his stare.