Bold(12)

Dammit. His mind told him this was wrong, but he couldn’t stop from bending down and tasting. Tabby cried his name, arching her back as he licked a path around a sensitive peak, and then he took the sweet thing into his mouth and suckled.

Did she moan or did he when she pushed her palms beneath his T-shirt, stroking flesh? The pull of the garment forced his arms up before it was whisked over his head and released to join her sash below.

With just a flick of his fingers her hip scarf fell, leaving her in nothing but a skimpy thong. For a breath of a moment, he stood unmoving, staring at the beauty before him, her full breasts, a nip of a waist, and a vibrant tattoo that peeked out from beneath her panties.

“For Christ’s sake.” He ran a shaky hand through his thick hair. “What are we doing?” Shallow, rapid inhales left him breathless.

Tabby inched closer. “Don’t think, Reece.”

Determined fingertips pushed beyond the waist of his jeans, touching skin, sending chills up his spine and vanquishing all thoughts of right and wrong. Another growl surfaced from him when she jerked him to her and said, “Just fuck me. Now.”

Her hands worked feverishly to unbutton and release his zipper.

Those four little words, along with his jeans sliding down his legs, shattered his control into a million pieces. As the heat of the lights bore down on his naked back and ass, he toed off his boots, almost falling with his pants around his ankles. When he successfully achieved the impossible, she was once again in his arms.

Drinking from her mouth with abandon, he lifted her off her feet. Without being instructed, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to ravish her mouth. His steps were unsteady as he carried her to where he had seen the discarded theater curtains lying on the floor. When he eased her down upon their softness, shimmering blue pools of desire stared up at him. He kneeled, reaching for the last barrier between them. When he disposed of her thong, he nearly swallowed his tongue.

Holy shit! The woman waxed. Not a hair hid her sweet spot. He ran his hand over the smooth skin, trailing a finger across the hood of her clit.

He swallowed hard.

Beneath long, lazy lashes, she looked up at him. “You like?”

“Mmmm. I like.”

“Come here,” she purred.

As much as he knew he should walk away, he was powerless against her temptation. When he crawled atop her, she parted her thighs, seating him into the vee of her legs. The second he felt her warm, moist pussy against him, another tremor slid through him. He buried his face into the hollow of her neck and shoulder and inhaled. Her essence surrounded him and he was momentarily lost. Only one thing brought him back to his senses.

“I don’t have a condom.”

Like an expert bowman, she shot down his excuse with, “You don’t need one. Just love me. Please, Reece, love me.”



Perhaps she was an idiot, having sex without additional protection beyond her birth control pills used to regulate her periods, but this was Reece, the man whom she had dreamed of for so many years. There was no way in hell she would let this moment pass her by. Not when all her dreams were about to come true. Right now all she wanted was to feel him deep inside her, making love to her as she had envisioned night after night.

As he rocked against her, his cock parted the lips of her folds, sliding up and down, teasing the heated bundle of nerves that throbbed with need.

“I must be losing my mind,” he muttered against her skin just before he nipped her neck.

“Reece!” His name came out on a cry as shards of sensations burst inside her. Her thighs sprang wider in invitation. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.” She braced her hands on his back. Desperately, she held on to him, afraid at any moment this would turn into a nightmare and he would push her away.

He adjusted his hips and she felt the tip of his penis start to penetrate her opening. She nearly screamed her elation. She had waited a lifetime for this moment. With aching slowness, he began to stretch her, the pleasure/pain bittersweet as he eased in with such care she thought her heart would break. What started as fast and out of control had turned into something more precious than she could have ever imagined. A pang of discomfort was overridden by raw emotion when he seated himself fully inside her. She mewled, the soft sound like that of a satisfied kitten.

“Baby, you’re so tight. So fuckin’ tight.” Reece reared back and then slammed home once again, forcing a whimper from her lips. He repeated the action, and she moaned again and again. He paused. Male appreciation curved his lips as he brushed the hair from her face. “I love those little noises you make.”

And I love you. She barely held back the admission, but it was true. She had loved him since they were children.