“I want to taste you, Reed. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I hope you don’t have to go to work cause you’re not getting out of my bed for days, maybe weeks, maybe ever.” Her words laced with amusement, but sentiment pricked at her eyes knowing she meant them sincerely.
Rolling her onto her back, he captured her lips in a kiss that made her head reel, taking her mouth voraciously. He dragged his mouth away and brushed kisses down her neck, roaming over her body as if she was the Bellagio buffet, feasting on her neck and throat.
He sank lower, anchoring her to the bed with the weight of his heavily muscled body. Taking her aching nipple into his mouth, Reed tugged gently between licks of his hot tongue before devouring the other breast. She clasped his jaw in her palms, threading her fingers into his thick head of hair. The slight scrape of his shaven jaw against the tender skin beneath her breast drew a low hiss from her parted lips.
JC observed intently, absorbing the shadow of his lashes casting spikes upon his cheeks. Unfamiliar cravings swept through her as his strong hands slid beneath the arch of her back and sounds of desire hummed from his throat. The texture of the hair on his chest rubbed against her hips, igniting a fire that burned deep in her core. Her pulse raced and body throbbed with passion, wanting more, needing more. Her emotions began to unravel with each stroke of his hands and tongue.
Reed pressed wet searing kisses along the dip of her abdomen. “You smell so good. You feel good. I want you,” he murmured, spreading her legs wider to explore even lower, pressing kisses on the inside of her thigh. “I want to make—”
Coupled by old fears and new desires, wetness stung her eyes. Life isn’t about tomorrow, life is about today. Right now. She wiggled to free herself of his grip on her thighs.
“Reed.”
He responded with a soft pleasurable groan.
JC nudged at his head. “Reed,” she whispered throatily. “I want to tell you something.”
He rested his head on her tummy and gazed up at her. “You okay, darlin’?”
She nodded. “Come up here.”
He leaned over her, drawing each bud of her breast into his mouth before lying on his side and resting his head on his elbow. She turned on her side to face him, stroking his face with the palm of her hand. “I want to do it your way.”
“My way? I like every way, darlin’,” he teased.
“Reed Rider, I’m trying to tell you something,” she said with shaky breath. “I want to…I want to—”
His brows rose to a point and a wry smile crossed his face. “You want to make love with me?” he questioned timidly, stepping in to save her from her awkwardness.
“Yes, I want to make love to you.” Relieved by her own admission, she blew out a big puff of air. “Yep. That’s exactly right, Reed. I want to make love to you. That wasn’t hard at all to say out loud. I want to make—”
“Oh, hell woman.” He rolled on top of her and wedging one leg between hers. “I’ve wanted to make love to you since the night I first laid eyes on you.”
The stiff weight of his arousal pressed against her thigh, but she needed to say more. “Wait, I need to ask you something.”
“I don’t have a condom. If that’s what you’re going to ask. I assumed you were on the pill, but—”
“That’s not what I was going to say. I am on the pill, but I’ve never, ever, not used a condom. You don’t use condoms?”
Disappointment shadowed his face. “I told you, I haven’t dated in a while, but I’ll go the store if you’d feel better. I don’t have any issues, if that’s what you’re worried about. I promise.”
Her brain hit a fork in the road. JC had always used a condom. However, the idea of feeling his skin inside her, flesh on flesh, wet and warm sent contractions rippling through her. I’m throwing that stupid rulebook in the fire pit tomorrow. “No more rules,” she mumbled. “I trust you.”
“You sure?”
She nodded.
His hand coasted down the side of her waist. “What did you want to ask me?”
“Honestly it’s more like sharing or bearing my soul, but it does require a favor or assistance on your part.”
Relaxing onto one elbow, he gave her a comforting nod. “Okay, whatever you need.”
Embarrassment flooded over her, confessing, “I’ve never admitted this before, but,”—her eyes veered to the hair on his chest—“I…geez. I can’t ever get off with a man.”
His hand abruptly stopped caressing her. “I’m sorry, can you define that a little better for me? I’m confused on the ‘with a man’ part.” His brow furrowed in confusion.