He hissed, then his hands moved to her inner thighs, holding her open. “I’m gonna eat you now, taste you, and after I make you come, I’m gonna fuck you.”
With that warning—or promise, she wasn’t sure what he was going for—his head disappeared between her thighs, and he did exactly what he said he would.
He worked his tongue between her slit, tasting her, sliding the tip to her opening, circling, teasing, making her muscles clench in anticipation. He repeated the action, torturing her some more before he finally pushed in. She cried out, and his hands gripped her ass tight, tight enough she knew she’d have bruises in the morning.
It felt exquisite.
Her hand went to the back of his head, sliding through his hair, holding him there as he worked her expertly.
He gave her several long licks, and she squirmed against the mattress. She was impossibly wet and swollen and aching, and all she could do was thrash about beneath him, begging and moaning for him to make her come. Then on the next deep lick, he stopped and focused that clever tongue on her clit, alternating between tormenting licks and strong sucks of her needy flesh. Her body clenched, and a rush of liquid slid down between her ass cheeks. He growled his approval, then gave her clit one last hard suck and she screamed, coming apart against his mouth.
She lay there for several minutes, trying to get her body under some sort of control. Reid kissed, then nipped her inner thigh and climbed off the bed. When she opened her eyes a few seconds later, he was there beside her, jeans and underwear gone.
She drank in the sight of him in all his naked deliciousness, gaze dropping to his big, hard cock jutting from his body, veins bulging down the shaft. He was staring down at her, eyes glittering dangerously, as he rolled on a condom.
“You ready?” he asked.
She lay there, gaze fixed on that magnificent cock, her muscles still fluttering with the aftershocks of his remarkable oral skills, and struggled to draw breath.
“Rusty. You ready?”
Licking her lips, she nodded. It was all she could do. Her ability to form coherent sentences, hell, even a yes or no seemed to have deserted her. Not that she’d ever say no.
He climbed onto the bed, filling the space between her thighs with his large body, then the head of his cock was at her entrance, and his face loomed above her. Their eyes locked as he started to push forward, stretching her, filling her. He shook as he slid deeper, beads of sweat on his forehead slicking his skin. Her mouth dropped open as he pushed in another inch, pleasure pain burning her tender flesh.
“Good?” He grunted, his battle for control written all over his hard face.
She dug her fingers into his back, feeling the thick slabs of muscle tighten under her hands. She nodded, and he pushed inside her the rest of the way.
He hissed. “Fuck, baby. So wet, so fucking tight.” Then he drew out and slid home in one smooth movement, as if he had no control over the action. They both groaned.
Tightening her legs around his hips, she clung to him as he began to move, thrusting into her, hard and demanding. His expression could only be described as brutal, focused as he began to pound deep. Every muscle bunched tight, his chest pumping, harsh breaths puffing past his lips.
He reached back, holding one of her thighs tight against his side, and propped up on his elbow, slid his fingers into her hair, holding her immobile before pressing his mouth to hers. His tongue thrust inside, and she kissed him back just as hard. Groaning into his mouth when he slammed into her harder, deeper.
“Oh, God.” She arched as much as she could with his body pinning her to the mattress, sparks of fire, of unbelievable pleasure radiating from her core. Her body tightened, bearing down on him, and she came apart for the second time. Unintelligible sounds flew from her mouth as he rode her through it. Then with one last thrust and a shout, he came, his cock pulsing hard inside her, his shaking body rocking against hers.
Finally, he stilled, his weight pressing into her, still pinning her to the bed. God, she loved it.
His lips brushed her jaw, then moved to her neck, and she loved that, too. So much. With a groan, he rolled to the side, removed the condom, and threw it in the trash by the bed, then rolled back and pulled her in tight against him. “You good?”
“I’m good.” Yay! Words actually came out of her mouth.
“Knew it’d be great, but fuck, Foxy, I wasn’t expecting that.”
She understood completely. “I know what you mean,” she whispered. Then she turned to face him, running her fingers over his whiskered jaw. “I need to apologize to you.” He frowned, and she quickly carried on before he could interrupt her. “I came up with some wild assumptions about you, about where you came from, how you got where you are. I was wrong, and I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” She slid her thumb over his bottom lip. “You’re not the man I first thought you were, Reid Parker.”
He cleared his throat, held her gaze. “No?”
She shook her head. “You’re so much more.”
His eyes flashed, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose before he pulled her closer and rested his chin on the top of her head. “Could say the same about you, sweetheart.” He ran a hand down her back, kissed her hair. “You sore? You want me to run you a bath or something?”
“I’m fine where I am.”
“Yeah.”
It was one word, but the way he said it, pulling her tighter against him as he did, she knew it meant so much more.
She was completely and utterly screwed.
Chapter Thirteen
Reid slid out from under the Cadillac he was working on. “That should do it. Take her for a test run.” Law gave him a chin lift and another sideways look before climbing into the Caddy and firing it up.
Reid scowled at his friend to cover his ass. He’d zoned out several times that morning, and every damn time Law had been the one to catch him staring into space. Which included holding a wrench suspended in one hand and staring into the engine of the Caddy with “a pussy-assed, vacant expression”, Law’s words. He had to pull it together. This was not him. He did not get all twisted in knots over a woman.
But then Rusty wasn’t just any woman.
When the car rolled out for its test run, he went to this office and shut himself in, since he was apparently useless in the workshop.
Walking to the window, he stared out at the street. He’d tried, Jesus, had he tried to keep emotion out of it. In the past he’d never had to. Fucking was fucking. It was easy to keep his brief encounters only physical. But not with Rusty. The feisty redhead had gotten under his skin, and she’d dug deep. She hadn’t let him pull back the night before, no, she’d made it clear what she wanted—him—and then she’d proceeded to blow his mind.
Last night, she’d shown him the sweet trusting nature she kept hidden, and today it was tormenting the hell out of him. Because the way she saw him, it reflected back through those outstanding green eyes, and God help him, he wanted to believe in it. He wanted her to be right so bad it hurt. What if there was more to him, more than his shitty past? What if he was more than the screwed-up result of the nightmare he’d grown up in?
He’d never wanted to believe anything more in his life. To be more for her, to fight the tainted blood running through his veins and be the kind of man Rusty deserved…
Shit, he’d do anything to be that, to have that.
He knew now, he could never go through with his messed-up plan to take her business. He’d known it almost from the very beginning, despite his attempts at convincing himself otherwise. He’d tried to fool himself, telling himself that was the only reason he was pursuing her, but he knew the truth. It had never really been about that, not totally.