He pressed his abs and chest into her back, then circled her waist. One hand against her belly, holding her in place, the other dropping down between her thighs so he could tease her lace-covered flesh.
Jesus.
He groaned. “You weren’t wrong, Foxy. You’re drenched.” She moaned as he rubbed her over her panties, moving her hips, wanting more and not shy about showing him how much. “You want my fingers?”
She dropped her head against his chest. “God, yes.”
Pushing the flimsy lace aside, he teased her lips, slicked all that moisture up and back, just brushing past her clit, making her squirm and gasp. “Open your legs wider for me.”
She stepped out immediately, giving him better access, and he delved deeper, getting his fingers nice and wet before he pushed one inside her. She shuddered and moaned softly, hanging onto the railing tighter. “Ah, shit.”
“You like that? Want more?”
“Yes…please.”
“You’re so polite when you’re horny. Always using your manners like a good girl.” He chuckled when she growled. “You’re not a good girl, though, are you, Rusty?” He slid a second finger inside her as he said it, and she cried out when he went deep. “You like it hard and rough, like it when I lose my head. Only you do that to me, only you make it impossible to control myself.”
“Oh, Jesus. I need…oh, shit.”
“What do you need?” Her arousal coated his fingers, his hand. She was hungry for it, desperate to be fucked. “Tell me. Say it.”
“I need your cock, Reid. Please.”
Taking his fingers away, he pulled the condom from his pocket and shoved down the front of his shorts to roll it over his iron-hard cock. “I’m gonna fuck you right here. You want that?” The surfers were gone now and other than the occasional person going for an evening stroll there was no one around.
“Yes, God, just do it.”
Bending his knees, he gripped his erection and slid it between her thighs, over her lace-covered entrance, then shoving the flimsy material aside, positioned himself at her opening and with one swift movement, impaled her. She cried out. So tight, so goddamn wet.
“Lean against me. Let me take your weight.” She did as he asked, and he reached around to cup her breasts. Pinched and played with her stiff nipples as he slid in and out of her. Fucking perfect.
“You feel so good. Shit, nothing feels as good as this.” The lower half of their bodies were hidden behind the railing, and he slid a hand lower, toying with her clit. Her inner muscles tightened, fluttered around his cock. “You close?”
“Yes. Harder, Reid. God, I’m nearly there.”
“Bend over.” She rested her arms on the railing, and he gripped her slim hips and thrust deep, pounded hard, fucking her the way they both needed. Two seconds later, she shattered apart, convulsing hard around him, milking him as she cried out his name. Reid followed, bodies slapping together as he emptied his balls almost violently, that’s how good it felt. How good she made him feel. Everything he’d ever wanted, everything he never thought he could have, was right here, trembling in his arms.
God, he didn’t deserve her, might never. But he would thank whatever higher power led him to her, would cherish her, and would make damn sure she never regretted her decision to give it all to him.
Leaning over her, he breathed in her familiar, exquisite scent, mingled with the sex they’d just had, and a shiver moved through him. The good kind. Overwhelmed by the woman in his arms. He kissed her sweat-slicked skin, the red rose inked at the base of her neck, and pulled her panties back into place.
Hands on her waist, he turned her to face him. Her gaze was hazy, her expression one of a woman who had been fucked just right. He leaned in and kissed her soft lips, unable to stop himself. “You turn me inside out, woman.”
“You have the same effect on me.” She got up on her tiptoes and kissed the underside of his jaw, and shit, that simple action warmed him, had him pulling her in tighter, not wanting to ever let her go.
She smiled. “Outside sex, huh? I like it. Plus, we ticked off another first for me.”
He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the sliding doors. “I think we can tick another first off the list before morning, don’t you?”
She flushed with pleasure and laughed. “At least.”
Yeah, she was his, and he was never letting her go.
Chapter Seventeen
Rusty tightened her ponytail, pulled down her mask to stop the dust from getting in her nose and mouth, and cranked up the stereo. Choosing a coarse sandpaper, she started smoothing out the now dry body filler on the door panel she’d repaired the day before. It needed to go to the painters in the morning, and she also had a car booked in after lunch. With Alex busy on another car and Piper stuck in the office showing their new part-time office manager the ropes, they were a man down.
She’d planned to have lunch with Reid, but with how frantic it was here today, she’d just sent him a text to cancel. He’d texted back that he’d bring something to her.
That had made her stupidly happy. She’d seen him that morning, but already she missed him. She was turning into one of those girls. What self-respecting, independent woman missed their man after only a few hours apart? Humiliating. If Piper ever found out, she’d never hear the end of it.
But there was nothing she could do about it. She was addicted to the man, and the more she learned, the more time she spent with him, the more frequent she needed a Reid fix. “Jesus.”
She groaned and forced her thoughts back to her work. She couldn’t spend all morning like some sad, loved-up teenager waiting for her boyfriend to show up. Shaking it off, she directed her thoughts to the job at hand, she tuned everything out around her and started sanding.
But then the memory of a very different kind of job swam through her mind, a far more pleasant one, one that was accompanied by Reid’s low moans, his long fingers buried in her hair…
Okay, it wasn’t working, especially not with the delicious way her body ached. She still felt him between her thighs, remembered the way he’d moved inside her that morning, after she’d had him in her mouth. The intense way he’d stared into her eyes. The way his voice grew rough, almost harsh, as he’d whispered his dirty commands.
But her favorite part—the deep, guttural sound he’d made as he’d come, as if he couldn’t believe it was happening, as if nothing had ever felt as good. No one had ever felt as good. The man had quickly learned what she liked, shown her what she needed, and took immense pleasure in giving it to her.
She’d spent every night except Wednesday, when he’d had to work late, in his bed. Working through her list of firsts. Jesus, the man knew how to fuck. And that mouth, not only did he know how to use it, the filthy shit that came out of it—God, she loved it.
Things were moving fast, but she didn’t have any intention of slowing it down. She couldn’t get enough of him, the taste of his skin, the sound of his voice, the way he touched her, the way he groaned her name when she took him into her mouth. She smiled to herself. The way he called her Foxy, sometimes serious, sometimes with amusement shining in his eyes.
She was a goner. She’d fallen hard for the man and there was nothing she could do about it, nothing but ride it out and hope like hell she didn’t crash into a barrier at a hundred miles an hour and explode into a fiery wreck. Maybe that was on the overly dramatic side, but she got the feeling losing Reid wouldn’t be easy to come back from.
And definitely not something she wanted to be thinking about.