Reggie chuckles. “Come to think of it, Ben Magnus, are you trying to get laid?”
“I’m not sure what the right answer is here,” I say, voice low and even as I rub my fingers over the ticklish spot on her foot. “If I say no, then I don’t get laid. If I say yes, I sound too eager.”
She giggles and pulls her foot out of my grasp. In the next moment, Reggie launches herself at me, her arms going around my neck and her legs locking around my waist. “You idiot. Why didn’t you say something? I’ve been wanting to jump your bones all day long.”
“You have?”
Reggie nods, and when my hands go to her ass, she wriggles against them, burying her face in my neck and kissing me. “Didn’t want to seem too greedy, though. I thought I’d let you set the pace.”
“Here I’ve been waiting for you to notice me. I almost came in here without my shirt.”
She giggles, and the sound is like pure sunshine in my veins. “I wouldn’t have minded that. I do like touching you.”
“Fuck, I like touching you, too.” I look around the kitchen for a suitable surface to set her down on. “Where do we do this?”
“Five hundred years and this is the experience you have?” She teases me, her teeth scraping on my neck. “Should I be worried?”
She wiggles against me, and that decides the matter. “Fuck it, we’re going to my room.” When she licks my throat, I hold her tighter, determined not to lose control before I have her on my bed.
I’ve never gone up the stairs so damn fast in my life. Reggie’s slight weight gets heavy, however, and by the time I get to the top of the stairs, I’m panting. This just makes her laugh even more, and if it was any other woman, it’d probably piss me off. But because it’s Reggie, I just laugh with her. I’m still laughing when I kick my door open, and Maurice tries to saunter in after us.
“Oh no you don’t, you pervert,” Reggie calls out. “Stop him, Ben. I’m not having sex with Maurice under the bed!”
I toss her down on the bed. She sprawls, all legs and smile, and she’s never been more beautiful. I’m utterly entranced, and the breath catches in my throat. Reggie. Incredibly beautiful, twice as stubborn as anyone I’ve ever met. I love the combination. I love how she never backs down when she wants something. I love how she tries to organize everything and everyone she comes across. I glance down at Maurice, who is watching us with interested golden eyes. “If you don’t get out of here, I’m going to make you into a spell component,” I warn him. “You have three seconds.”
The cat yowls and races out of the room, prompting another peal of laughter from Reggie. I shut the door after the cat and kick off my shoes. I pull my sweater off and toss it to the floor, and I’m rewarded with Reggie’s wince. She jumps to her feet, picking the sweater up off the ground. “Ben, you really should be more careful with your clothing—”
I scoop her into my arms again, hauling her back onto the bed. “You can fuss at me later, when I’m balls deep inside you.”
“Ben!” she squeals, but there’s a delighted note in her voice. “You dirty thing.”
“Filthy,” I agree. “Especially filthy when it comes to you. Should I be quiet?”
“No.” Reggie gives me a scorching look and holds her arms up. “You should help me undress.”
“Gods, I love you,” I groan. I lean over her and cage her with my arms, and I love that she reaches for me and raises her mouth to mine. Her lips brush over mine and she bites down on my lower lip, then soothes it with her tongue. My cock twitches in response, and I claim her mouth with the kiss. It becomes a tug-of-war between us, trying to get the upper hand on the other via kissing.
I grab her sweatshirt and drag it over her head—or I try to, at least. The collar gets stuck on her nose and suddenly her face and arms are trapped, and the only part of her free from the tangle of her shirt is her chin. Reggie sputters, giggling, and mock-bites at the air. “You’re supposed to help me get undressed, not trap me.”
“I think I like you like this,” I admit. “Helpless and freckled and sexy.”
She squirms against the shirt. “Those words don’t go together, you ding-dong.”
“I disagree.” I lean in, my hands holding her arms pinned, and kiss her neck. I love that her breath catches and her body quivers under me. “I think they perfectly encapsulate just how amazing you are.”
Reggie makes a soft sound in her throat, and I slide a little bit lower, fascinated by her breasts. She’s wearing some small, pale pink scrap of material that barely passes as a bra. It’s sheer and dainty and such a fucking tease that I reach down and lick her pretty little nipple right through the material.
She arches off the bed, moaning. “Ben. Fuck, yes. Ben.”
“You like that, Reggie?” I lick her nipple again, then move to the other, not bothering to move the bra. There’s something sinful about tonguing her through the material, and I suspect she likes the naughtiness of it as much as I do. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything better than how she says my name. Like it’s both pleasure and wonder when I touch her like this, and it makes me want to do more, endlessly. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing her call for me.
Ever.
I nuzzle at her pretty, pretty breasts until she’s going wild on the bed under me, panting my name over and over again. She bucks her hips in silent demand, and I raise up to kiss her again, to plunder that soft, pretty mouth that just says my name over and over again like a prayer. I finally help her out of the sweatshirt, and then she’s looking at me, flushed and eager. She lies back on the bed again, stretching out in silent invitation.
One I take her up on.
“Beautiful, perfect Reggie,” I breathe, showering her torso with kisses. Her nipples are tight and pointing, and I can’t resist tonguing them over and over again. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
“I’m wearing your bracelet, aren’t I?” she retorts, her frantic hands going to the waistband of her pajama pants.
Hearing that reminder makes me go still. “Did you want to take it off?”
She shakes her head, her gaze meeting mine. “I kind of wish I was just yours. Only yours.”
My heart swells and that fierce, possessive feeling returns. No one has ever wanted to be purely mine. Even my earlier familiars couldn’t wait to finish their time with me. They considered me a necessary evil, a means to an end. With Reggie, though, it’s all different. I feel wanted. Seen. Understood.
It’s the most enticing aphrodisiac ever.
I lean over her and give her one more hungry kiss, then stand up. I rip at my clothes, and Reggie grins feverishly, tearing at her pants. Her panties are plain, floral cotton, but for some reason, I find that incredibly arousing. Like she knows she doesn’t have to pretend with me. She can just be herself. I kick off the last of my clothes and then grab her hips, pressing my mouth all over those damned panties. “Look at you. So fucking pretty.”
“I wasn’t . . . I didn’t think we’d be doing this today, so I didn’t prepare.” Her voice catches. “I didn’t think we’d ever do this again. I thought I lost you, Ben, because I panicked.” She touches my face, caressing. “Promise me if I ever freak out on you, you’ll give me time to let me work through it.”
I kiss her palm, awed that she’s actually worried she might have lost me. As if I’d ever let that happen. “I promise as long as you promise me that we talk things through, no matter what they are.”
“Deal.” She lifts her chin. “Seal with a kiss?”
Sounds like a good idea to me. “Seal with a kiss,” I agree, and press my mouth directly over her clit.