Surviving Broken(80)
He stared knowingly into her wide eyes with a glint of a satisfied smile. Tilting his hips higher, he rooted to find a sensitive spot, knowing she’d come. “Feel good, darlin’?”
“Yes,” she cried out. Contractions rolled over her, so wet and tight she clenched at his rigid length. She shuddered, coiling her fingers into his skin as she came repeatedly in violent convulsions. His powerful frame stiffened as a spasm rippled through him with his own release.
Completely overcome by her own happiness, JC pulled his face to hers, taking the content groans of her name into her mouth. She kissed him until both were breathless.
Tears of illogical sentiment soaked her hairline.
He rolled to his side and she followed, raising her thigh over his hip so he would remain fixed inside. Reed cradled her head, dragging his fingers into her hair. Worry puckered his brow as he traced his thumb over her wet temple. “You okay, darlin’?”
She nodded hotly.
“I know it sounds silly and absurd, but you make me so emotional. I just don’t understand it.” She sniffed in bewilderment, burying her face in his damp curls of chest hair.
“It’s okay, darlin’,” he assured, placing a comforting kiss on the tip of her nose.
The peaceful daze of understanding clouding his blue eyes led JC to believe he knew the answer. The missing link she was unknowingly searching for.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Life was better than okay with Reed. JC savored every moment of the weeks that followed. Dan began scheduling her out, no doubt in part due to the fact Tom had reamed him for questioning her ability to manage her career. If she wasn’t working, she was with Reed.
Work entailed an entirely new rhythm. She was back in front of the camera with a measured boost of self-assurance mixed with ease and contentment. She felt alive and complete, focusing her sights on the future. She’d never experienced such balance within herself. Reed brought out the best in her and it showed in work.
Reed was honest, hardworking and just the right amount of fun. He retained a wealth of knowledge when it came to building, accompanied with a fantastic sense of humor. He loved to tease her, but as much as he could dish it out, the man could take it too. JC had never laughed so much and felt so happy in all her life. There wasn’t one thing she didn’t like about him.
The remodel on Reed’s house progressed in full swing. Some days seemed like a swarm of worker bees landed in his living room. The process fascinated her. He had the patience of a saint and taught her everything he knew about building. He hired sub-contractors to do most of the work, but included JC in all the design work. They shopped for flooring, cabinetry, lighting fixtures and paint colors.
The only time she refused to put her two cents in was when he asked, “Do you think I should keep the beach house or the house on the cliff.”
“I can’t decide that,” she stated matter-of-factly.
His mouth bowed south in a pleading fashion.
JC shrugged, gaping out at the ocean from the kitchen in the beach house. It’d be nearly impossible for him to pick a favorite. Each house came with an incredible set of perks. “That’s a tough choice.”
“Which house do you like better?”
“I like them both, but it’s not about me.”
Her answer or non-answer sparked a fire in Reed. “It’s gonna be all about you in two seconds, darlin’.” His ice-blue stare turned blistering as he made love to her right there against the unfinished kitchen counter.
“Okay. This house might bring out the best in you,” she toyed in a playful giggle, covered in a thin layer of perspiration.
Reed gave a throaty laugh before clamping another insatiable kiss on her lips.
Kissing Reed was the most sensual thing she’d ever done in her life. Sex was phenomenal. His resilience and stamina unbelievable. They tried anything and everything together. Reed was playful and tender too. Making love took JC to a much deeper understanding of intimacy and closeness.
She became absorbed in everything about him. JC soaked up each minute detail, down to the crease near his eyes when he laughed to the callused pad of his right palm snagging occasionally on her shirts. She even knew when he was tired because his left eyelid dropped slightly. Not only did she notice striking features about Reed, she became engrossed and captivated with his life, wanting to know details about his childhood, his dreams and his future. They shared a candid openness, leaving each enthralled with the other.
JC became fluent in all things Reed Rider, including his Texas drawl.
He teased her relentlessly saying, “My friends are gonna love this. I’ve got me a California convert.”