And that time was now.
Reid studied her with an intensity she’d never known. His eyes, rings of mossy green infused with streaks of topaz, bore into hers. Her gut instinct was to look away, to guard herself not only against him, but against what she felt for him. It was because of that instinct that she held firm…and let him in.
Lucie trembled lightly as she lay there, her heart and soul exposed to a man with the power to crush them. There was no denying she loved him, not when she felt this vulnerable, this afraid.
The callused tips of his fingers grazed her cheek before delving into her hair. His face was only inches away from hers and yet it might as well have been miles.
“Baby, you’re shaking,” he whispered.
“No, I’m not.”
He smiled as he nuzzled her cheek with his nose and kissed her jaw. “Yeah, you are. Don’t worry…I’m going to take care of you.”
Before her brain got on the hamster wheel about whether he was referring to the next sixty minutes or the next sixty years, he claimed her lips in the most sensual kiss of the century and killed any hope of brain activity for the immediate future.
His lips moved over hers, exploring the curves and contours, his teeth nibbling, testing the fullness of her lower lip, and his tongue traced the inner arc of the upper one. Every time her tongue ventured forward, he pulled back, not allowing her to participate to that degree. Over and over she tried to kiss him back, but he expertly avoided her attempts while continuing his explorations.
Frustration and sexual tension mounted deep in her center. Her hands grabbed his head to hold him in place and she was rewarded with a deep kiss. She moaned, tasting herself on his tongue. Before Reid she’d never known how good it could be to have a man worship her sex with his mouth. And she never imagined how much she would love kissing him afterward.
Lucie’s small victory didn’t last long. After a few brief moments he grasped her wrists and pinned them to the mattress above her head as he moved over her. His hips settled in the cradle of her thighs, his thick erection nestling between her folds.
He bent his head to kiss her neck and lick a path to her ear. He nipped her earlobe then sucked it into his mouth to soothe the pain away. Releasing it, he spoke, his hot breath feathering through her hair. “Lucie, baby, you drive me insane, you know that? You have no idea the control it’s taking me to keep myself from driving into you like a complete madman.”
She arched her body, encouraging him. “Don’t hold back. Take me,” she begged.
Pushing himself up just enough to look her in the eyes, he said, “Oh, I will. But this time I’m going to savor every moment. I’m going to take my time loving you tonight.”
Lucie opened her mouth to argue when he shifted his hips, sliding his cock up until its hard length rubbed over her clit, and her argument changed to a high-pitched moan.
“No talking allowed. Just feeling.” He repeated the move, causing her to see stars. “Got it?”
She nodded. She’d agree to anything so long as he kept doing that.
Reid kissed his way down her body, leaving moist trails over her breasts, down her rib cage, and across her stomach. His hands pushed her thighs wide, opening her as far as possible. She gazed down her body at his head poised just above her pelvis, his breaths skating over her wet skin and sending shivers of pleasure that hardened her nipples.
This time he kept his eyes open, lending another level of intimacy to the act as he hit her with that first long lick up her center.
She sucked in a breath, and her hips jerked.
“One of my favorite things is taking you to the edge,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “The way you look just before you come is a thing of pure beauty.”
Another lap of his tongue with a flick at the top over her clit.
“Oh!”
“That’s it, baby. Keep watching me. Watch me make love to you with my mouth.”
Those were the last words he spoke before making good on his intention. Reid licked and sucked like he was kissing her mouth, his tongue diving into her, humming his appreciation of her taste.
She panted and fisted her hands in the comforter. Her hips began to thrust instinctually against his tongue, needing a consistent movement over her clit to match the pulsing deep inside getting faster and faster.
“Oh, God, I need you inside me,” she cried. “Reid, please!”
“Not yet,” he said in a voice that sounded as strained as she felt frustrated. “The edge. You’re not there yet.”
Was he joking? She bloody well felt like she was there. If she didn’t get something inside of her in the next few seconds, she was going to lose it.