She clutched him in anticipation of the invasion. Her sex pulsed with the need to have him inside her. Fingers, tongue, the erection pressing against her belly. It didn’t matter.
He pumped two fingers inside of her.
Swift. Deep. Pure bliss. Heat blazed through places within that had sat dormant for too long. An orgasm lifted her up on her toes. Lauren met every relentless stroke as her sex clutched greedily.
As Reid kissed her, he took hold of her hips.
She followed him in a hard grind. Instead of soothing the ache, it built, leaving her needy.
He brushed a line of kisses down her throat. “I don’t have anything.”
Heartbeats later, it registered. Relief weakened her knees. “Condoms. In my purse on the sofa.”
Following his lead, she wrapped her legs around his hips. His back muscles bunched underneath her palms. Soon all that strength and determination would be inside of her, filling her, satisfying her needs.
He dropped to the sectional with her sitting on his lap.
As she rifled through her purse, he nipped at her throat. His hot, wet mouth soothed away the sting. Foil crinkled as she clutched the packet in her hand.
He liberated the condom from her fingers. “Got more than one?” The rasp of his voice stroked over her.
She trembled. “Yes.” Her gaze locked with his.
The primal lust in his eyes sent desire coursing through her veins.
“We’ll need them.” He helped her take off her shirt and bra. Reid sucked the peak of her breast.
The warmth of his mouth around her nipples made her toes curl. She arched her back. Right there. Wildness caught fire like dry embers with each flick and swirl of his tongue. How had he known extra attention to her breasts would drive her crazy? More heat spiked through her, torching reason. “Please. Don’t stop.” She clutched his head, pressing him closer.
Reid sucked harder, deeper.
Her sex pulsated, matching her quickening heartbeat. Pleasure hummed over her skin.
He rolled her onto the cushions and pressed her back against the velvety fabric. His lips swept over the swells of her breasts. She reached for him.
He pushed her hands down.
“But I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.”
Kisses and caresses floating down her belly dismantled protests. She lifted her hips as he dragged down her jeans and bikinis. He slipped off her tennis shoes along with her clothes and dropped them on the floor. His exhales warmed her inner thighs. “Beautiful.”
He traced her seam with his tongue.
She arched up, meeting the glide into her sex. Titillating pulses radiated through her core and pulled through her belly. She gripped his hair and dug her heels into the cushion. “Reid…yes.”
Each flick and swirl grew bolder than the last. Sultry. Decadent. He innately knew where to touch. How to stroke in ways what made her moan.
A climax hit, leaving he suspended in a torrent of ecstasy, blinding her to everything but his tongue.
She whimpered, arching until her muscles ached from the effort.
He held her hips, relentlessly lashing at her sex, drawing out every ounce of pleasure. Reid moved away. His boots thudded to the floor, and she floated back down to reality.
As he stripped off his clothes, her heart sped up. He was more than gorgeous. A perfect package of hard muscle and wonderful, thick cock.
Eyes on her, he stroked himself.
She itched to feel the heavy weight of him in her palm. As he opened condom and rolled it on, his abs tightened. Later, she’d explore every crevice of his well-defined six-pack with her tongue.
She widened her knees. He lay on top of her and slipped the crown of his erection over her clit. Her core clenched. The depth of need in his gaze uncoiled desire in a heated flush. He surged in. She dug her fingers into his arms and met his thrusts. It was if he honed in on ecstasy with each pump and roll of his hips. Harder, faster, each firm, erotic stroke more exquisite than the last. A climax wrenched out his name on a scream. His guttural moans ended with his shutters of release.
Her palms slid from his sweat-slickened shoulders. Her heavy eyelids refused to open. Cocooned in warmth, his delicious weight pressing into her. She wanted to melt into him and stay forever.
Danger and urgency gripped Reid in his dream. He struggled to wakefulness. Heart galloping, he sat up on the queen-sized bed. Light peeked through the blinds. It illuminated the unfamiliar wood furnishings and paintings of mountains on the wall. Unease raised hairs on his nape. Lauren released a soft protest in her sleep. Her warmth smoothed the cold, rough edges of uncertainty. She tugged the beige covers and rolled to the other side of the mattress.