“Oh, God, Reid,” she panted. “What are we doing? This is crazy.”
“No,” he argued, biting her earlobe and making her gasp from the strange pleasure/pain she was only beginning to learn about. “This is foreplay.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth for a brief, hot moment, and then said, “The fact that I can’t keep my goddamn hands off you is crazy.”
“That too.” Just as they were about to lose their minds in each other, her cell phone started playing “Jackson” by Johnny Cash. “Shit! It’s my brother.”
Reid pulled back and gave her a you’ve-gotta-be-kidding-me look, but Lucie snatched the blanket off the floor and tucked it around her as she raced for her phone. Her brother was worse than a mother hen and if she didn’t answer, he’d be calling her grandmotherly neighbor to come and check on her.
Flipping the phone open she said, “Hey, Jackson. What’s up?”
“Since when does something have to be ‘up’ for me to call my little sister? And why do you sound like you just raced to the phone?”
“Uh, because I did. I’d forgotten it in my room so I ran to get to it because I know how you are. I didn’t want you to have to call the cavalry for no reason.”
“I’d hardly call Mrs. Egan a cavalry,” he answered wryly. “Besides, the last time I asked her to check on you she brought you fresh brownies. I can see how that’d be a huge burden to bear for your brother’s peace of mind.”
“Fine, I suppose you have a poin—ah!” Reid’s large hand had startled the crap out of her when it reached under the blanket to her stomach, and now it was snaking its way toward her breasts.
“You okay?”
She slapped Reid’s hand and pushed it away. When he chuckled in amusement she glared at him in warning, but it didn’t seem to faze him in the least. “Nothing, Jax, I just, um…” Think, girl, think. “…stubbed my toe on the coffee table.”
Jackson’s smile came through the telephone. “Still as klutzy as ever, huh? Good to know some things don’t change.”
Her hair was moved to the side before a hot mouth seared her neck with moist kisses and the occasional scrape of teeth. A throbbing deep in her core sent shockwaves of tingling through her body with every beat. Her limbs weakened. Her arm didn’t want to hold the phone up to her ear and her legs didn’t want to hold her up at all. And what the hell had she been saying? Klutzy! That’s it. “Yeah, well, it would be nice if that…you know…ah, thing…could change, er…whatever.”
“Hey, are you feeling all right?” Jackson asked. “You sound strange.”
Reid licked the shell of her ear and whispered, “Get him off the phone, or I’ll get you off with him on it.”
The idea of messing around while listening to her brother was like standing under a bucket of ice water balanced on a ledge with a string that said Pull Here. Nooooo thank you.
“Actually, Jackson, can I call you back later? I really did a number on my toe and I need to go put ice on it and stuff.” She did the requisite pauses and “uh-huhs” as he wrapped up his brotherly advice on how to care for a sprained toe and how to know if it was broken, yadda yadda. Finally, he finished, and she was pulling the phone away from her ear before she even finished with a rushed, “Okayloveyoutoo.”
Just as she finished her incoherent babbling and dropped the phone to the couch, Reid’s hand slid down to her sex. Without pause he plunged two of his fingers deep inside her while his free hand reclaimed one of her breasts. A myriad of sensations crashed over her all at once. His rough palm abraded her taut nipple and his fingers ignited toe-curling pleasure deep within her as they thrust over and over into her body.
Her head pressed into his chest as she arched her back and brought her hands behind her head to sink her nails into his shoulders. He hissed in a breath at her ear. She knew he loved the sting from her nails and teeth and she was no longer shy about giving it to him. He reciprocated with a pinch and pull of her nipple, the sensation like fireworks in her chest.
“Ah, yes!”
“That’s it, baby. God, you feel so hot. Come for me. I want to feel your body sucking my fingers deep inside you.”
His words were the accelerant on the flames of passion burning within her, causing an instant wildfire. With one final thrust of his hand and the feeling of his teeth sinking into the taut cord in her neck, Lucie flew apart, shattering completely until she was sure she no longer stood on the normal plane of existence with the rest of the world.
When she finally managed to turn around, she eagerly stroked him over his shorts, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. “Hold on.”
“What’s wrong?”
“As much as I would love to finish this, if I take you to bed—or to couch, floor, kitchen table, or anything else—I’ll keep us there all day and we’ll get nothing accomplished.”