Reid’s entire body vibrated with the effort it took to keep himself locked in place. His hands fisted with the itch to touch her satiny skin. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking on the taut peaks of her breasts and lapping at the cream between her legs.
Pulling the panties to the side she used her other hand to massage the supple lips of her *, slipping a finger between them to delve into the wetness. She looked like something out of his wet dreams. Ass perched on the edge of the seat and leaning back with her shoulders pressed to the wall. His shirt open and barely clinging to her shoulders with her hair spilling on either side of her neck. And her slender legs were spread wide, raised on the balls of her feet, while her fingers explored his promised land.
“Bad.” His voice was pitched lower than usual and he noticed it sounded more than a little growly. The woman brought out his animalistic side like no other.
Her middle finger slid deep inside, her eyes closed and back arched as it swirled around. When she removed it her body relaxed once more and her eyelids fluttered open. Then she pinned him with a sultry stare as she brought that finger up to her mouth and painted her lower lip with her juices.
He heard a loud groan and it took him a second to realize it had come from him.
“How bad?” she asked before licking her lip with the tip of her raspberry tongue.
“So goddamn bad it hurts.” Reid glanced down at his cock already strained to its limits so soon after she’d made him come with her mouth, then looked back up at her. “Literally.”
A seductive smile spread over her face. “Then come and get me, hotshot.”
He moved as fast as he did in the octagon, making the feet between them seem like mere inches. His hands delved into her hair on either side of her face and he hunched over to conquer her mouth and suck the remnants of what she’d left on her lips.
Their kiss wasn’t slow or tender, but deep and fierce, constantly changing angles as they devoured each other.
Eventually he wrenched his mouth from hers to kneel between her legs. He dragged his hands down her body until they reached her perfect breasts where they molded and kneaded and pinched her ripened nipples, making her writhe on the bench and her breaths quicken.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, just before he closed his mouth around a hardened peak and drew on it hard.
She cried out and grabbed his head, her nails scratching his scalp through his short hair, trying to pull him in even more. He placed his hands along her spine, holding her to him so she didn’t accidentally squirm away. Switching from one to the other, he kissed them as he did her mouth, tongue lashing, teeth grazing, lips sucking.
“Oh, God, Reid…”
Her stomach was pressed along his chest with her legs hooked onto his back just under his arms. And in between, her hips ground that hot * on his abs, searching for the means to an orgasm.
He kissed his way up her body, reveling in the wanton sounds of his woman. Placing one last kiss over her heart he lifted his head to find her staring at him with The Look—the one that told a guy when a woman was leaving Let’s Screw For Fun City and headed straight for Let’s Pick Out China Town—written all over her pretty face.
Normally The Look had him making up forgotten urgent appointments and sprinting in the other direction. He tucked her hair behind one ear and studied her for several moments, waiting for the familiar flight response to kick in. But all he felt was the need to gather her closer. The need to make love to her until muscle exhaustion forced them to rest.
It was in that moment Reid knew even if he had an actual appointment, he’d blow it off to stay with Lucie. It was in that moment, he knew he loved her.
“Reid?” she said softly. “You’re looking at me funny.”
“Am I?”
She nodded.
He removed her shirt, then cradled her in his arms as he stood and made his way over to her bed. Once she was settled in the middle of the mattress he climbed next to her and propped his head on one hand while the other drew lazy patterns over her body. “Funny how?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen that look on you before.”
Her breaths grew more shallow and her nipples puckered into tight little buds as he trailed a finger around the soft curves of her breasts. “I doubt anyone ever has…but you’re not just anyone, are you?” He kissed her shoulder and raised his eyes to find a slight frown of her brow and her lower lip prisoner between her teeth. “You’re special. You know that, don’t you, Lucie?”
She smiled and nodded.
She was lying.
Her smile was one of the saddest he’d ever seen and it killed him that she still had insecurities. Insecurities that had no business gripping a woman as wonderful as her.
Reid took it as a personal affront. One he intended to rectify.
…
Earlier, as she’d waited anxiously for him to return home, Lucie had made a decision. No more would she ignore what was in front of her because of a silly compatibility theory based on a failed relationship. It was time to be honest with herself—to be honest with him—and embrace her true feelings for the man who knew her as no other ever had.