Her throat went dry, but she nodded.
“Take off your panties.”
He stepped back and put his hands in his pockets, watching her, making her feel both wanted and vulnerable all at the same time. Her hands hovered near her hips, suddenly nervous about standing naked before him.
“I’m not going to ask twice, Brynn,” he said, his voice calm but firm.
She took a slow breath, then hooked her thumbs in her panties and shimmied out of them. His gaze ate up every inch of flesh, and the impressive bulge in his jeans twitched. Her body tingled beneath his clear approval. She yearned to reach out and touch him, to undress him and feel his skin beneath her fingertips, but she fought the urge to take over control.
His hand cupped her hip and he dragged her against him, the stiff material of his jeans brushing the soft curls covering her mound. He pressed his lips to the pulse point below her ear, his palm sliding from her waist to the curve of her ass. Warm breath lapped over her skin like ocean water. “You know how many times I’ve imagined you stripped bare for me like this? How many nights I’ve stroked my cock just at the thought of touching you again?”
The words turned her insides molten, the juices of her arousal coating her sex. She edged her hips toward him, seeking relief.
He trailed his fingers along her backside, the cleft of her ass, the small of her back—each touch unbearably delicate. His voice was barely a whisper. “Have you ever touched yourself and thought about me?”
Her face flooded with heat. She had. More times than she could count since she’d met him. But she had never admitted to masturbating to anyone. She swallowed hard. “Yes.”
He groaned and buried his forehead against her shoulder, the first sign that maybe she was affecting him as much as he was her. She bit back a pleased smile.
“When was the last time?”
She wet her lips. In for a penny, in for a pound. “Last night, after you left.”
“Fuck.” He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. “Like this?”
His hand glided along her tender skin and dipped inside her channel, finding her wet and wanting. She tilted her head back at the sweet invasion. “Oh, God. Yes, like that.”
“Mmm, so hot and ready for me, aren’t you?” The pad of his thumb found her clit and massaged.
She bucked against the contact and let out a soft moan, sharp darts of pleasure shooting up her spine and radiating outward. Her nails sunk into his shoulders as she tried to keep from tipping over to orgasm. How could she be so close to the edge with just one touch?
He chuckled, low and warm. “Don’t come yet, sugar. I haven’t given you permission.”
He pumped his fingers in and out in a languid rhythm, and her knees began to quiver beneath her. “Don’t know if I can control that.”
Without warning, he pulled back, removing all physical contact and halting her galloping journey toward release. She opened her mouth to protest, but he hushed her, using his fingers to gloss her parted lips with her own cream. He cradled her cheeks and dipped his head to claim her mouth in a scorching kiss. All her muscles seemed to liquefy, and she had to grab onto the bed behind her so she wouldn’t end up in a puddle at his feet.
Far too soon, he eased back and gave her a chastising smile. “Hmm. Guess you’ll have to learn how to control it. Otherwise, you’re not going to get what you want.”
She managed a nod, her head still spinning from the kiss. “Yes, sir. I’ll do my best.”
He lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look up at him. “So, what is it that you want, sugar? Tell me.”
She willed her voice not to shake. She knew he expected her to ask for her orgasm, but she yearned for something more than that. Something she thought about every day and ached to do anytime he was within ten feet of her. “I want to touch you. To please you.”
Feral desire flared in his eyes, mixing in with the tension still rolling off him, an internal battle playing out in front of her. He ran a thumb over her cheek, staring at her for a moment more, then his expression turned resolute. He moved his hand to her shoulder, pushing down. “On your knees.”
She lowered herself onto the plush carpet, keeping her focus on his face. He was trusting her with his dark side, showing her what he didn’t want anyone to see. Something stirred deep within her chest, warming her. Never had she imagined she would let a guy command her this way, like she was his whore. The idea should have been appalling considering her mother’s profession, but something deep within her ached to please Reid, to be his safe place.
He circled around her, stalking, like he had to see her compliance from every angle. The air seemed to charge and spark between them, making every fiber in her body hum in anticipation. Finally, he stopped in front of her, his stance wide, and unbuttoned his jeans. Her tongue darted out and moistened her lips as he freed his impressive erection from his boxers. He stroked his cock and stepped forward, bringing it within centimeters of her face. “Open that pretty mouth of yours. I’ll show you how to please me.”
Her lips parted and he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling so tightly her scalp tingled. He tilted her head to the angle he wanted and without any additional warning, slid his cock into her mouth with a deep, satisfied groan. His utterly male flavor filled her mouth and she closed her eyes, savoring the taste of salt and musk and arousal. Slowly, she ran her tongue along the thick, smooth shaft, taking as much as she could, then eased back to lick the head. He twisted his fingers deeper in her hair and thrust forward, causing her to cry out around him. Not from pain, but from the heady feeling of him taking what he wanted from her.
“Don’t close your eyes, sugar. Look at me while you suck me.”
Her eyelids flew open and she lifted her gaze to him. His face was ravenous, like a man possessed. The laid-back Reid had left the building. Intense power and calm control sizzled off him, drowning her, arousing her. He stroked her cheek with his free hand as he eased deeper into her mouth. “That’s good, sugar. You’re going to take all of me. Relax your throat.”
She followed his instructions, focusing on releasing the muscles and accepting him. Soon, he buried all the way to the hilt, a shudder stealing over him. “Ah, shit. That’s right.” He moved in long, steady thrusts, tapping the back of her throat with the smooth head. “God, your mouth is even better than I imagined.”
Unable to resist touching him any longer, she reached up and palmed his sac as she dragged her tongue along the thick vein on the base of his cock. He moaned, then abruptly pulled out, releasing her hair. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.”
She blinked, shocked by the sudden absence of contact. “I’m sorry, I thought it’d be okay.”
“Ah, there’s your mistake. Your job isn’t to think. It’s to listen. To obey. You’re mine, remember?”
“Right. I mean, yes, sir.”
He grasped her chin. “Maybe you should’ve gone home. A night alone would’ve СКАЧАТЬ