She began to back away slowly, but beckoned him to follow with a crook of her finger. Draining the last of his beer he reentered the apartment and closed the sliding glass door without taking his eyes from her. When she disappeared around the corner toward the bedrooms he set his empty bottle on the table, kicked his sport sandals off, and strode down the hall until he found her standing in front of her bed.
Just before he crossed the threshold she held out her palm and said, “Wait,” effectively stopping him in his tracks. “You can come in here on one condition.”
He flexed and fisted his hands, trying to control his instinct to pounce. “And what’s that?”
“You do as I say. The minute you break my rules, everything stops.”
A slow smile stretched across his face. She was trying her hand at seduction. He inclined his head. “I agree.” For now, he added mentally.
“Then come here and kiss me.”
One slow, deliberate step at a time he stalked her, trying to see if he could get the upper hand right away with intimidation. He had no intentions on making her first attempt at control a cakewalk. He was going to test her. Push her. See if she could keep him in line. Oh yeah, he thought as he reached her, this was going to be fun.
He slid a hand to her nape and wrapped his other arm around her middle just before he took her mouth. And man did he take it. Fisting her hair he angled her head and thrust his tongue inside and consumed her. Her body melted into his and he wondered if her foray into the land of seduction wasn’t already over.
No sooner had the thought taken wing when she pushed on his chest enough to break his hold on her. They stared at each other, chests heaving with shallow breaths. Her ruby lips, properly swollen from his kiss, beckoned. She was mere inches away and he wanted her so damn bad. The fighter in him yanked on the chains of restraint he’d agreed to, wanting to take back the upper hand, take back the control.
And yet he waited.
Waited until those bee-stung lips spread into the sexiest wicked smile. One that promised him rewards of the most lascivious kind, which just so happened to be his favorite. Maybe patience was a virtue after all.
She walked him around until his back was to the bed. Grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, she slowly pulled it up his body. Her knuckles barely grazed his skin and yet it felt like they shot bolts of electricity straight to his balls. Once she divested him of his shirt she laid her hands on his shoulders and moved them over every inch of his torso, her fingers undulating over the ridges of his muscles as if committing them to memory.
Next they worked on his belt and the fly of his jeans. He’d been halfway hard just from seeing her in his shirt and kissing her senseless, but with her hands so close and the anticipation of events to come, it was now fully on board and straining to get out.
As she dragged his jeans down his legs she knelt on the floor sending erotic snapshots to his brain of all sorts of possibilities with her in that position. Once his jeans were gone her hands ran back up his thighs and her gaze raised to his. Her mouth was so close to his cock he could feel the warmth of her breath seep through the cotton of his boxer briefs, making him harder than he ever thought possible.
Her eyes never left his as she dragged her lower lip up the length of him and then used her teeth to lightly graze over the head. He growled in the back of his throat and his dick jerked in response. “Ah, fuck. You’re killing me,” he ground out.
She smiled up at him, clearly proud of herself, as well she should be. Either she was a natural who’d come out of her shell, or he was a better teacher than he thought.
Her fingers hooked his underwear and a second later he was standing before her, completely naked, his hard-on jutting out from his body to point directly at what it wanted. Her normally soft gray eyes were like molten silver, burning him as they visually groped his erection.
Lightly she used the tips of her fingers to explore its contours from root to tip. The glide of her skin and soft graze of her nails as they trailed across the swollen head of his cock drove him to near insanity. Instinctually Reid’s hands wrapped themselves in her hair, ready to guide her sweet mouth over him.
“No,” she said firmly. “Grab the bedposts.”
He gave her a wry smile as he followed her orders. He’d forgotten who was supposed to be in charge. Force of habit.
“Keep your hands there. If you move them, I stop whatever I’m doing and back away.”
When she raised her eyebrows as though to ask if he understood the consequence of disobeying, he nodded. Then added a silent prayer that he not explode the moment her lips finally touched him for the first time.