Pulling out carefully, he brought her to her feet. She made a sound of protest until he took her mouth, plundering it, reveling in their combined taste on her tongue. “Take off your clothes, baby. Get on the bed.”
She didn’t mess around, and he watched her strip, while he did the same, eating up the sight of her. God, she was beautiful. Perfect. When she was bare, she crawled onto the bed and lay back for him. He came down beside her, brushing her wild red hair away from her face, trailing his hand down her flat stomach. She spread for him, offering up that sweet body without hesitation, and he slid a finger along her slit, groaning at the feel of her slick flesh, at how ready for him she was.
“Shit, baby.” Spreading her lips, he used her arousal to coat his fingers, then watched her face as he circled her tight little clit. He loved the way she gasped and arched her back, seeking more. “Feels good?”
“God, yes.”
Tracing her inner folds, he leaned in and sucked on her tit, drawing a hard nipple into his mouth as he pushed a finger deep. So hot. So damn wet.
Her inner muscles spasmed around him. She was close already, and he’d barely touched her. Sliding the digit out, he glided up to her clit, circling it again until she was writhing and gasping, then down to her tight opening, this time pushing two fingers inside. Her back arched, and her stomach muscles quivered. He felt the beginnings of her orgasm, the muscles gripping him tighter, rippling over his fingers. She rode his hand, mouth open, sexy moans filling the room the closer she got.
Then right before she went over, he pulled out. He wanted to make this amazing for her, but he also needed her close, because he didn’t know how long he’d last now that he had her under him.
She groaned. “No, please don’t stop.”
Crawling between her thighs, he reached over and grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and, quickly opening it, rolled it down his throbbing cock. “When you come apart, I want to feel it. I need to be inside you this time.”
Hooking his hands around the backs of her knees, he forced them up, spreading her wider. She was completely open, exposed. “Guide me in.”
She reached down with a trembling hand and brought the blunt tip of his cock to her slick opening. “That’s it.” He pressed forward, pushed inside her slow and easy, inch by painstaking inch, watching the way she stretched to take him, watching his cock sink into her. “So hot, sweetheart. So fucking good. Can you feel how I stretch you, how your body struggles to take all of me?” She moaned, glazed, hungry eyes locked on his. “But you can, you can take it all, can’t you, Foxy? You can take every inch. You love it. Love how full I make you.”
“Yes. God, I love it.” She bit her lip hard as he withdrew, and cried out when he slammed forward, filling her completely.
He shook with the effort to go slow, but he took his time. He wanted her climax to be intense, and building it slowly would do just that. He leaned forward. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
She did, and he reached down to circle her clit with firm even strokes. Her hands went to his hair, fisting it, pulling him in for a wet, openmouthed kiss, all tongues and teeth. He slid forward, going deep, and ground against her. She gasped into his mouth, her body tensing, then she threw her head back and came, screaming out his name. She clamped down on his cock repeatedly, but he gritted past the need to join her, to come just as hard. He wasn’t finished yet, not by a long shot.
He continued to slide in and out of her, watching her the whole time. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight than this woman coming apart around him…his woman.
When her eyes finally opened, and she gazed up at him, he removed her legs from his shoulders, wrapped his arms around her, and rolled to his back, so she was on top. She looked down, hair a silky curtain around her face.
God, she was warm, all soft and sated.
His still hard cock twitched inside her, and she moaned softly. “You want more?”
Gripping her hips, he held her in place and lifted his own, pushing deep. A needy whimper escaped her kiss-swollen lips. “Yes.”
She’d be sensitive from her orgasm, and he knew he could make her come again before he was done. “I love how greedy you are, how hungry you are for my cock.”
He could see how his words affected her, could feel it. Hands on his chest, she lifted her body, sliding up his iron-hard length, then down to grind against him. As he filled her, that sexy mouth softened, lips parting on a gasp.
He dragged his thumb over her swollen clit, and she convulsed on top of him. “Ah, shit.” She ground down against him a second time. “What are you doing to me?” she panted.
He felt the wet heat of her arousal slide down over his balls. Fuck, she was drenched, scalding hot. He did some moaning of his own. “I want to see you come again, Foxy. Ride me. Get yourself off. Show me how good it feels to have me buried deep inside you.”
“Oh, God.” She upped the pace, dropping her head back, lost in the pleasure she was taking, already starting to clench around him.
“That’s it, fuck me, Rusty. Fuck me hard.” He was ranting, couldn’t shut the hell up, close to blowing, close to losing his shit completely. Rusty rode him, tits bouncing, hot and slick and tight. He pressed harder on her clit, pinched it between his fingers, and she shattered, bucking against him wildly. “Ah, shit. That’s it, baby.”
Control snapping, he gripped her hips and slammed up inside her once, twice, three times, then he was coming, hard enough to darken his vision, to muffle Rusty’s cries. He roared through it, his cock pulsing hard inside her until all he could do was jerk and pant as she wrung every last bit of pleasure from his body.
When she collapsed on top of him, he tightened his arms around her, skin slicked with sweat, completely sated. Wrapping her hair around his fist, he kissed the side of her neck, worked his way to her ear, and whispered, “I’m never letting you go again.”
“Better not,” she mumbled against his throat.
Then a few minutes later she fell asleep, body draped over his, cock still buried inside her.
Where she belonged.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Over the brim of her coffee cup, Rusty watched Reid dish up the scrambled eggs he’d made for breakfast. She could never have predicted what happened last night. She had been positive that the man standing across from her had every intention of letting her go, had let her go.
But here she sat, almost as if the last week hadn’t happened. Almost. Because although she knew his reasons for what he’d done—good reasons—for pushing her away, it would still take her time to get past the pain he’d caused, for that wound to repair. To build her trust back to what it was. The man had issues, and now she knew what they were. She just hoped that the next time he went to that dark place, he let her be there for him, to help him through, instead of trying to shove her from his life.
She took a sip of her coffee. “Smells good.”
He wore only a pair of jeans, his back bare, displaying the thick slabs of muscle, the smooth skin, all that lickable ink. Looking at her over his shoulder, he grinned. “Don’t get excited. I can’t cook for shit. I can do eggs. I can fry bacon. That’s as far as my skills in the kitchen go.”
She snorted. “I see a lot of takeout in our future. I’m about as handy in the kitchen as a spare tire.” The muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched as he scraped the last of the eggs from the pan, and her mouth went dry when he turned, carrying her plate to her. The top button of his jeans was undone, and she couldn’t help but follow the enticing trail of dark hair that dipped below. She knew what the man hid down there, and it was nothing to sneeze at.
Reid had woken her a short time ago by sliding into her from behind, his sleep-roughened voice skating across her skin, fingers expertly working her clit, and here she was, hungry for another taste of the man.