She cried out and nearly flew off the bed.
I went still thinking I’d done something wrong, but she rocked against my hand, urging me on.
Gaining more confidence, I rubbed her little nub harder and faster.
“Oh, yes!” she moaned brokenly.
My dick strained at my zipper. It was a furious, throbbing ache that grew more uncomfortable with every breath. Guided by some primitive playbook, I slid two fingers into her.
Her inner muscles clamped around my fingers. She was so hot, wet, and impossibly tight.
My breathing went ragged as I finger fucked her.
“God, yes. More.” Her hips worked furiously as she bucked against my hand.
I wanted her to come all over my fingers, but I wanted to taste her orgasm even more. I pulled my hand away and kissed down her stomach.
“Yes,” she cried, her legs sawing under me. When I stopped to nuzzle her belly button ring, she let out a frustrated cry and shoved my face between her legs.
Chuckling, I gripped her hips and brought my mouth to her center. Then, I set about making the woman of my dreams come harder than she ever had in her life.
12
Lee
Nothing had ever felt as incredible as the velvet heat of Reed's mouth. All I could do was quiver and shake as pleasure overwhelmed me.
He made a humming sound. The vibration sent me into yet another stratosphere of pleasure.
Who knew Reed was so talented with his lips?
His scent—clove with a hint of juniper spice from the gin—surrounded me. It was familiar and yet strange at the same time.
An inner voice whispered a warning. Before I could register it, Reed thrust his tongue deep inside me.
My thoughts scattered like confetti in the wind. “Yes, there!” I cried, arching off the bed.
As he went to work licking every inch of my core, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders and rocked against his face. His beard rasped against the skin of my inner thighs, but I barely felt the burn.
Lust and alcohol spun me into dizzying bliss. “God, yes. More.” Pressure coiled tighter and tighter inside me.
A loud thunk sounded by my window.
Reed froze and looked up. “Did you hear that?”
“Don’t stop.” I grabbed the back of his head and ground myself against his lips.
“I should have known you’d be bossy in the bedroom, too.” The sound of his laugh threatened to kick down the door of a lifetime of memories.
This is wrong.
Reed is family.
He can’t be my lover…
Screw that. Forcing all thoughts except pleasure away, I arched off the bed, chasing his mouth.
Hearing my unspoken plea, he spread my thighs wider and began licking me hard and fast.
I thrashed against his mouth, overcome with mind-blowing pleasure. As I spiraled higher and higher, it became impossible to breathe. To think.
He fixed his mouth around my clit and sucked hard.
Letting out a shriek, I detonated into the most intense orgasm of my life. My vision dimmed before coming back into full focus.
Reed looked up at me from between my legs. “Did that feel good?”
There weren’t words for how good. Trembling with the aftershocks, all I could do was nod.
He pushed himself up on his arms. “I’ve never done that before, but I’ve been studying.”
I blinked up at him. “Studying?”
“Yeah.” His face flushed. “I’ve kinda been waiting for this moment all my life.”
My blissed out and inebriated mind reeled in shock at his confession.
“This is the best birthday present ever.” He punctuated his words by lowering his head and licking my clit again.
Ecstasy blindsided me. All I could do was moan and fist the covers as he brought me to orgasm a second time. I came so hard I swear the curtains over my window undulated with my screams. After I’d melted into a puddle of pure rapture, he crawled over my body.
“I’ve been waiting for something else too,” he whispered in my ear.
“Mmm-hmm.” I’d totally lost track of our conversation.
“This.” His hard, lean muscles pressed me into the softness of the mattress as he settled his hips between my thighs. His hard cock pressed against my aching sex.
My greedy clit pulsed with renewed hunger. She needed more.
More touching.
More pleasure.
More Reed.
The desire to feel his skin against mine had me grabbing his shirt. “Take this off.” My voice was so husky, I almost didn’t recognize it.
Reed rocked back on his knees, his hands going to the top button of his shirt. A mixture of emotions flashed across his face.
He didn’t think his scars would bother me. Did he? “Here, let me.” I pushed myself up. The mattress seemed to rock underneath me like Reed’s waterbed. I must still be drunk. I put a hand against his chest to steady myself.
His heart pounded a furious beat under the fabric of his shirt.
Our eyes met.
“No,” he mumbled. “You don’t need to see this.” His warm palm curled around my hand.
I brushed it away. “You’ve just fucked me with your tongue. The least you can do is take your shirt off.”
“Lee,” he pleaded.
I wouldn’t let his insecurity kill this moment. Holding his gaze, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When I finally swept the fabric aside, I let out a shocked gasp.
Despite us living together for years, he’d always kept his scars hidden. Hell, he even swam in a long sleeve shirt. Now, seeing the overwhelming extent of damage, I could see why.
How did he survive this?
Tears welled in my eyes as I realized how much pain he must’ve suffered.
“Great. I’m making you cry.” Reed clenched his jaw and tried to close his shirt.
“Don’t hide from me.” I yanked it all the way off and tossed it on the floor.
Reed looked down at himself and flinched. “I’m a freak.”
“No, you’re not.” There was no denying the scars were intense. I swept my hands over his chest. The burn scars covering his chest and arms were almost like braille under the pads of my fingertips. Lower, along his abdomen were the smooth silvery scars from the shrapnel that had impaled him in the accident. They mingled with the thicker, raised incision scars from the multiple surgeries that saved his life.
His breath caught, and he stared down at me. It seemed like he was desperately trying to read me.
I bent my head and began kissing each scar.
He groaned as I licked one of the burn scars that warped the flesh of his nipple. “You don’t have to do th—”
He broke off when I kissed him lower. When I got to his waistband, he shuddered and fell back onto the bed. “Jesus, woman. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back if you put your mouth on me.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to hold back.” While he watched with wide eyes, I undid the top button of his fly and slid the zipper down.
In contrast to the scarred flesh of his upper body, the bronze skin below his waist was kissably smooth.
With a tug, I slid off his boxer briefs. His thick shaft sprung out and bobbed in the air inches from my lips. “Oh, my!” I reared back in shock.
I’d seen my fair share of penises. Hell, I couldn’t get through a week at the club without some perv whipping out his junk during a private show, but I’d seen nothing quite like this.