Never had anything tasted so delicious. Never had anyone felt so right. Never had JC allowed herself to be so vulnerable to her feelings. He licked into her with long sweeping strokes of his tongue, hungry and indecent. She surrendered to his appetite, lifting her hands above her head and let them fall over the edge of the chaise.
She opened her eyes while they kissed, taking in the nuance of his dark lashes gleaming in the sunrays. His lids opened as if sensing her interest.
Reed stared passionately into her soul, the very essence of her being. The severity of his fervent gaze silently filled the missing pieces of her puzzled heart.
He slid his hand beneath the small of her back. She arched, elevating her breast to his mouth. His searing hot tongue flicked and circled the taut tip, wandering from one peak to the other, gently twisting the damp skin between finger and thumb.
She lost all control of her thoughts, giving in to sensation. Make love to me, she thought.
In one swift move, his hand stretched down her legs, bringing them across his lap. He cradled her face in the palm of his hands. “What was that?” he taunted, amusement flashing in his eyes.
She shifted atop his heavily muscled thighs, blinking repeatedly. “Did I say that out loud?”
His smile turned soft and wicked. “Yes, darlin’, you did.”
Caught off guard by her own shameless delight of admission, she giggled. “What?” she teased, working up the courage to repeat herself. “Did you think last night was a fluke? An oopsy-daisy?”
His gaze turned sober, softening each tiny muscle in his face. Reed rested his forehead to hers as his fingers thread into her thick mane. “I wasn’t sure.”
Her mouth felt like Death Valley in the middle of July, parched and swollen. She clasped his jaw in her hands and swallowed hard. “Make love to me, Reed Rider. I’m not going anywhere.”
He gathered her into his embrace pressing another scalding kiss to her lips. JC draped her arms over his solid shoulders and pulled him closer into her breasts. The soft curls on his chest sent pings of delight to her tummy and below. Her hands wandered over him, traversing the dips and valleys of each muscle. He was strong, fit and sexy as hell.
Reed settled JC’s back onto the chaise. Grasping her hips, he hooked his thumbs through the edge of her panties and tossed them across the room. He looked over her intimately, arranging her body exactly where he wanted her. His tongue floated over her breasts and below. He murmured words of endearment, how good she tasted, how smooth her skin felt, how hard she made him.
Fully aware something visceral was happening between them, an unexplained connection of intimacy, she trembled with excitement.
Kneeling on the floor at the end of the chaise, he spread her legs, unfurling her soft, plush skin with his tongue. She yielded as he worked over the pulsing spot, hunting and exploring her steamy flesh. Her heartbeat slammed violently in her chest as he searched to relinquish the throbbing ache. Her hips raised and pulsed with contractions swelling inside her. Reed held his hand beneath her bottom, elevating her hips higher, marauding deeper for sweet rewards that spilled from her.
Overcome by passion, she pleaded, “Reed, make love to me.”
Gripping her hips, he tugged her to the end of the chaise. JC’s ankles draped over his broad shoulders, intuitively and naturally. Taking her gasps of pleasure into his mouth, he kissed her, claiming her spirit with ever plunge of his tongue.
She’d never tasted anything so addictive, all-consuming, as his luscious kisses. Reed leaned further over top of her, hooking the underside of her knees in the crook of his arm. JC set free her uncertainties, spreading wider, allowing him access, mentally and physically.
Both exhaled a pleasurable moan as he eased into her entrance, bathing the head of his cock in her wet heat. Taking his sweet time, he pushed a little deeper, bringing her to the brink of heaven with each gentle thrust, allowing her time to mold around his thickness.
The heat of his breath on her neck and every groan of desire spilling from his throat unraveled her sheltered heart. Her fingers gripped the dense muscles of his shoulders, moving over the flexing surface in amazement. She was falling hard and fast. But nothing in her life had ever felt so right or so good or so perfect.
He descended deeper, drawing a hum of words tumbling from her lips. “Yes. Like that. Oh, God. Reed.”
Gathering her thighs securely around his hips, she rode with him, taking everything he offered. His rhythm turned vexingly good as he drove into her with a steady pace. He thrust deeper, the sensation turning maddening. Her inner muscles succumbed to the pleasure of the heavy, slick, glide and she let go, freefalling, breathlessly binding herself to Reed.