She grinned. Then his woman wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the hell out of him.
Chapter Fifteen
Reid’s voice, calling her name, dragged Rusty out of a deep sleep, followed by a slap on her ass.
“Time to get up. We both have work.” His voice was still rough with sleep and extremely sexy.
Laying on her stomach, she cracked her lids and looked up at the naked, highly aroused man standing beside the bed. He was grinning down at her, and as usual that grin sent a zing of pleasure through her system. She glanced at the alarm clock and groaned. “Go away. I don’t care how hot you are. It’s only six-thirty in the goddamned morning.”
The blankets were flung off and hands slid around her waist, lifting her to her feet. “Nope. I have to leave for work in half an hour, and I’m not going anywhere till I’ve fucked you at least once. We need to multitask.” He slapped her ass again. “Shower, now.”
A shiver moved over her, lust hitting hard and fast. “How much sex does one man need? We’ve been going at it for two days straight.” He’d made her stay Friday night after their talk, then they’d spent all of Saturday and Sunday lazing about, making out and having sex in between eating and sleeping. But now Monday was here, and they had to get back to the real world.
“You complaining?” he said, sliding a hand over her bare ass and squeezing.
“No. Just making an observation.”
“Good. Make your observation in the shower.”
They walked into the bathroom, and Reid turned on the shower. When the temperature was right, he lifted her off her feet and climbed in. His mouth was on hers a second later, hard and urgent. “Woke up this morning, you pressed against me, my hard cock nestled against that hot ass, and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. If it wasn’t for the snoring, I’d think you were an angel.”
She reared back. “I do not snore.”
“It’s more the occasional snort and grunt really.” He nipped her lower lip and sucked. “It’s cute.”
She tried to wriggle away, and he growled low when his erection slid against her wet stomach. “Admit you’re full of shit or else.”
One of those big, rough hands moved over her hip and down between her thighs, toying with her slit. “Or else what…Jane?” He kissed along her jaw, nipping and sucking the skin there, turning her on so easily it was embarrassing.
“You did not just call me Jane.”
“What you gonna do about it?”
“I’m going to torture you,” she whispered.
“You’ve been torturing me for weeks, woman.”
Water cascaded over both of them, between them. He slicked his hair back and stared down at her. God, did the man look good wet. She trailed a finger over the tattoo covering his wide chest, then leaned in to nip one of his flat nipples, making him hiss. “I think I could do better.”
Beneath her hand, his chest started to pump faster, and the unrestrained hunger in his eyes made her inner muscles clench. “Yeah?”
She pushed his shoulders, making him take a step back until he hit the tile behind him. She’d never given anyone a blow job before, but she figured it couldn’t be that hard. And…she wanted to. The sight of him standing in front of her, all naked and inked. Defined muscle and strength. Big hard, beautiful cock. He made her mouth water, made her want to learn his taste, feel him on her tongue, discover the sounds he’d make when she took him into her mouth.
She stared up at him. “I want to try something I’ve never done before.” She took his hot, hard flesh in her hand and slid her palm over the smooth, slippery skin, loving the way his breath hitched, the way his face grew pensive, jaw hardening, cheekbones becoming sharper, more defined. He always reacted so strongly to her touch, and it boosted her confidence, made her feel beautiful in a way that was more than just physical.
“What do you have in mind?” he rasped.
“I want to suck you. Take you into my mouth. Do you want that?” she whispered.
He licked his lips, nostrils flaring. “Yeah, I want that.”
“You might have to tell me what you like. If I’m doing it right. Since this is my first time, you’ll have to be patient with me while I figure it out.”
A deep sound rumbled from his chest, a sound that made her think of an untamed beast.
He took her mouth, kissing her hard, urgent. His hands slid around the sides of her neck, then down to her shoulders, and when he lifted his head, the piercing, intense way he looked at her had her pulse racing. “I can guarantee I’m gonna like anything you do.” He gave her shoulders a light squeeze. “Now on your knees, Foxy, before I explode.”