Bold(13)

His fingertips skimmed gently down her arms until they reached her hands. He linked their fingers together and raised them above her head. His heated gaze trapped hers, and then he began to move, setting a slow, steady pace. She met each of his thrusts with one of her own. They fit, attuned to each other’s rhythm as if they had been making love for eternity.

“I need—” He groaned long and low as if he fought to hold back. “To touch you.” Extracting himself from her warmth, he rolled off her. “Get on your knees, back facing me.”

She frowned with the loss of his warmth, his fullness, but she complied, resting on her shins for his next instruction. No more came. Reece pressed his hips to her ass, driving her slightly forward, and entered her easily from behind. Once more she reveled in the feel of their bodies joining. When his hands cupped her breasts, kneading and squeezing, she arched into his touch.

“So lush.” He fondled and rolled her nipples. “So perfect.” Worshipping her peaks and globes, he once again began a pace that stoked her arousal inside and out.

While she nearly wept with happiness, Reece made her feel cherished and more beautiful than she had ever felt before. He touched her with so much tenderness, so much passion. This was what she had dreamed her first time would be. With the man she loved more than life itself.

Chills skittered across her skin as his palm smoothed down her rib cage, grazing her abdomen to tug on her bellybutton ring. His other hand lay against her back, guiding her down to all fours. Those gentle fingertips turned firm, melting into the flesh of her hips as he pulled her to him. His pace quickened as he pounded into her once, twice, three times, with enough impact that her groans rent the air.

God. He was so deep, thrusting into her with abandon. The slapping sounds their bodies made and their musky scents blending together left her breathless. She glanced over her shoulder just as her orgasm roared to the surface. It was too late for her to prolong the inevitable, and heat and shockwaves rolled through her like a thundercloud, leaving a path of ecstasy in its wake. She cried out, trembling with each quake rippling through her core.

She had barely begun her descent when Reece fell over the precipice along with her. Holding her flush to him, his rigid cock buried deep inside her, he released a long and low groan. His hips jerked once, twice, and then a fiery flood of heat filled her.

When the blood stopped roaring in her head, all that remained was heavy breathing—his, hers—and their hearts beating as one.

Her arms went noodly and she collapsed into the dusty folds of the drapes, Reece falling atop of her. They shared a moment of quiet laughter, and then he sealed his lips to hers. Limbs tangled, they lay together, until the creak of a door broke them apart.

“Reece? Tabs?”

Tabby recognized that voice. It was her brother.

“Fuck,” Reece moaned.

In a rush of movements, the two of them started to gather up their clothes.

“I can’t find my thong.” She panicked, her head swinging from side to side in search of her briefs, while her heart throbbed wildly against her chest. If Devon caught them like this, there was no telling what he’d do.

“Tabby? Where are you?” Concern heightened Devon’s voice.

Attempting to slip her last shoe on, her foot caught on something and she stumbled. “Here. We’re here.” Scooping up a pile of costumes she had chosen before Reece arrived, she slid beyond the stage curtains. Bright lights burned her eyes and they began to water. She squinted hard through a window of tears. When she became accustomed to the glare, she blinked, not liking what she saw.

Devon was frowning. If she wasn’t mistaken, a hint of suspicion darkened in his glare.

“Where is Reece?” he demanded.

“Where do you think?” Reece sauntered out onstage with an armful of the material that they had only moments ago used for a bed.

“What’s she doing here with you?”

She flinched. It was the first time Devon had ever shown any reservation when it came to his best friend.

“Harold. The old fool is becoming senile. He sent both of us on the same errand,” Reece said.

“That doesn’t explain why it’s taking you guys so long.”

Reece’s mouth thinned. “What are you insinuating?”

She barely held her eyelids from splaying wide at their aggressive interplay. “He caught me trying on the costumes—we took a break and had a movie montage. You should have been here. It was a blast,” the words rushed out.

Devon stared from one of them to other. Finally, he released a pent-up breath. “Hey, man. I’m sorry.” His chuckle still held a measure of unease. “It’s just that both of you look like you’ve been rolling around on the floor. I have half the defensive line of the Giants football team mooning over Tabs back at the site. Guess I’m a little on edge.”