Reid found a condom and shucked off his jeans.
As he cupped her ass, she wrapped her legs around his hips. Skin to skin, heat seared into her breasts. She grasped his shoulders. He held her up and pinned her with his gaze. Searching. Waiting. For what? She struggled to impale herself.
He nipped her earlobe. “My lead.”
Shivers zipped to her toes. Control? That was the point of taunting her? The tip of his length grazed her slick folds. She moaned. “Reid…” Their tongues dueled in a kiss, but desperation stole more of her resolve.
The need for air broke them apart. Exhales fanned her cheek. “Don’t make this a battle. Let me please you.”
All guys made the same claim and failed. Her leading the way eliminated the fuss. He pressed further in. It wasn’t enough. Damn! She needed all of him now.
Desire, confidence, and will lay in his eyes. He wasn’t playing games or trying to control the encounter to impress her.
If she wanted this, she had to trust him and believe he’d give her what he promised. Ultimate satisfaction.
Lauren wound her arms around him and forced her thighs to relax.
He tightened his hold. The bite of his fingers into her curves amped up thrill. A swift, hard thrust splintered her moan into cries.
She trembled, so full, so needy for more.
He lifted her slowly, his muscles bunching and releasing. Each and every drag of his cock over nerve endings fired pleasure.
The next forceful stroke left her breathless.
He changed the pace. Slow, quick, slow.
There…oh, yes. Right there. Every. Time. She climbed higher on his waist, and her nails caught skin. He groaned approval, urging her to dig in harder. They synced into a faster rhythm. An orgasm licked up like flames and consumed her with a mind-shattering climax.
He pumped with finishing strokes. His guttural moans vibrated into her neck.
She drifted, reluctant to come back to reality. Her arms tensed of their own accord. Let go! But she wasn’t ready to lose their fragile connection.
Reid slowly rubbed her thigh. “You okay?”
“Yes.” Lauren trembled as she unglued her legs from around him. The texturized wall grazed her back. More shivers.
“Did I hurt you?”
Hurt her? She’d volunteer for a replay. “No. It was perfect.” He’d caressed where she’d wanted him to touch. Stroked against all the right places without her having to tell him where or how. He’d delivered a sexual high she’d never experienced with anyone else.
“Good.” He cupped her cheek. Concern shifted to desire.
Sex with him in bed would surpass wonderful. Then what? Decent conversation…breakfast in the morning? You have to find a guy who’ll deliver what you want and more. Ari’s remembered words sparked apprehension. Reid did deliver what she wanted, but he wasn’t interested in anything beyond. Trying to turn it into something more, definitely not smart. She’d experienced an incredible moment with him. Time to move on and get back to her man hiatus. Not to mention, he fit the hell-no criteria as a commitment-phobe. Why ruin a good lay? Stick to the plan.
She eased out of his embrace and retrieved her clothes. “The bathroom’s on the left.” In her bedroom, she tightened the sash of a white robe and envisioned their goodbye. He’d leave. She’d pour a glass of wine and call Ari, who’d demand all the juicy details. She walked down the hall.
He stepped out of the guest bathroom.
His low-riding jeans encased his long, powerful legs. With each exhale, muscle chiseled into abs.
Her hands itched to smooth through the whorls of hair around his navel and follow the trail to masculinity at its best.
His eyes narrowed. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
Stay the night. No. A physical transaction, that’s what they both wanted. Lauren hugged herself and nodded. “Long day. Work was brutal. Loads of stress and it’s going to be that way tomorrow. I should get in bed right away. To sleep. Alone. I’m tired.” Stop babbling like a head case.
A ghost of a smile lit up his face. “Then you should sleep. Alone.” Reid put on his shirt. He lifted the edges of the fabric and frowned at the missing buttons.
Her cheeks heated. “Sorry. I’ll pay for a new one.” She’d never been so worked up before that she’d ripped off a guy’s clothes.
He chuckled and raked his short hair. “I have more at home.”
His magical hands. So much for her fantasies. Now she could only imagine him caressing her from belly to thigh. Dreams of him bringing her to climax would haunt the night.
“What do you do?”
She cleared her throat. “Excuse me?”
“You mentioned work stressing you out. What do you do?”
“I’m a medical cosmetics rep. My clients are mainly plastic surgeons, med spas, and dermatologists. It’s not bad most of the time, but for the past few weeks, I’ve been slammed. Spring. Summer. Everyone and their sister show up for dermabrasions, laser treatments, and Botox shots. I can barely keep up with the orders.”