Surviving Broken(64)

Breathless, she pulled herself from his lips. Tremors rocked her core and she ached between her thighs. Gasping for air and composure, Reed leaned forward, resting his forehead between her breasts as she dragged her fingers through his long layered waves of dark blond hair. His thumbs turned slow circles over her hips.

She tilted his face upward, staring into his pleasure clouded eyes and grinned. “Happy birthday.”

“Jesus, woman. If you tell me you have a red bow hidden under this dress—”

“Reed, I don’t have a damn thing on underneath this dress.”

His breath hitched. Rising out of his chair, he grabbed her hand to lead her inside. JC didn’t budge. He turned back, facing her as they stood on the balcony under the darkness of the night sky. She coaxed his fingers to the tie of her wrap dress. Together they pulled. The black dress listed open in the center, exposing her naked body. The flicker of the candle cast dancing shadows over the dips and contours of her form. Reed slipped his hands inside the clingy material, parting it further as he cupped the weight of her breasts in his palms.

She shrugged, easing the dress off her shoulders and onto the ground. His gaze was intent, slowly absorbing every curve of her body. “You’re so beautiful,” Reed murmured.

Lowering his head, he clamped his mouth to hers, kissing her with long, deep, indecent strokes of his tongue. His strong, rough worked hands roamed over her as she clung to his rigid shoulders. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Frustrated with her own clumsiness, JC yanked at the opening near the collar, sending buttons flying across the balcony. “Sorry,” she mumbled under his lips. “I’ll get you a new shirt.”

Slipping her palms under his t-shirt, she relished in the heat of the flexing surface of his back.

“That’s it,” he groaned.

JC let out a squeal as Reed hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to her bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed with ease, provoking another squeal. She scrambled over the white comforter to the edge of the bed on her knees, pulling frantically at the hem of his shirt. He clasped his hands on her elbows and lifted her effortlessly to her feet.

“Easy,” he whispered, stroking her spine.

“I don’t want to be easy. I can’t wait anymore. I need you.” It was true. She’d never needed a man, but she needed Reed.

A deep chuckled rumbled in his chest under her cheek. He tugged at his shirt and removed it over his head. She clung to him and twisted her face, searching for his mouth. Heat and arousal spread over her as he clasped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately with long glides of his tongue. Taut nipples brushed against the soft hair covering his chest, sending tingling sensations to her belly and lower. She reached down, making progress with his belt buckle. Both released a deep groan as her fingers traced languidly over the bulge in his jeans.

JC sank back onto the edge of the bed, nuzzling her head on his chiseled stomach. Her eyes drifted shut, inhaling the heated male scent of his skin, raking her fingers through the thin trail of dark hair down his abs. He stood between her thighs, stroking her hair as she unbuttoned his jeans. She tugged them lower on his hips, releasing his erection from his boxers, dropping his jeans to the floor. “Reed, you are such a man. You’re...gorgeous,” she stammered in awe at the sheer masculinity of his physique.

A low moan escaped his throat as she breathed on him, sliding her wet tongue down his hard, silky flesh. JC yearned for this bond with Reed, the scent of him, the taste of him, pleasing him. Gripping the base of his impressive shaft, she took him in her hand. He was built to size all over, her fingers couldn’t encircle the thick column. It’d be impossible for her to fit all of him into her mouth, but she was determined to try. She lifted her gaze, connecting with his stare as she licked the length of him. Opening her mouth, she took in the ridge, working at him, inch by inch, as much as she could manage.

Reed’s breathing roughened and his grip tightened into the mass of her hair. He backed away, but she slipped off the edge of the bed and followed without releasing him from the suction of her mouth. Kneeling in front of him, she wanted more.

“JC, darlin’, stop…wait. It feels too good. Stop,” Reed panted through strained breaths.

She shook her head, but was plucked from the floor and laid on the bed. He hovered over her and kissed her neck, but she nudged him onto his back. Crawling over him, she licked down his abs with strokes of hot desire. “I don’t want to stop. I want to make you feel good.”

He pulled her next to him on the bed. “I’m pretty sure I feel better than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. We have all night.”