“Thank God.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Then what’s wrong?”
“I’ve never… I feel so…” She pulled her wet hair back from her face. “I want you to make me come.”
So that was it. She hadn’t come in a while. Perhaps never. I was a master of the female orgasm. I could make a woman come with a look. Okay, not really, but pretty close.
She was ripe as a red tomato and probably just as juicy.
Damn it.
I could eat her, finger her, perhaps just suck on those luscious nipples, and she’d come.
But if I went that far…
Could I stop myself from jamming my cock into her and fucking her into next week?
“Please, Reid,” she said again. “Please.”
27
Zee
My body wasn’t my own. Except that it was. In a way, it felt more my own than it ever had. Something awakened in me—something hot and passionate and pure at the same time.
This man.
How did I want him so much, knowing who he came from?
Knowing who he resembled?
But Reid was sweet. He had a good heart. He’d protected me.
And that kiss…
I trembled beneath the pelting water. Seriously trembled, despite the warmth surrounding me. Yearning surged through me, and my core, that secret place that had sometimes sizzled but never boiled…
It was boiling now.
“Touch me,” I begged. “Please.”
“I can’t.”
“Please.” I closed my eyes, letting one hand wander over my right breast. I shivered again.
Reid audibly sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”
I gathered my courage. “Please. Touch me. Kiss me. Kiss my neck. My nipples. Please.”
“Fuck,” he said again, and then his lips were on mine once more.
I opened quickly this time, taking his tongue into my mouth and giving him mine.
I’d never kissed anyone like this before, and part of me knew I never would again.
So I wanted this. I wanted him. Reid Wolfe would give me enough for a lifetime, and I’d be satisfied. I could go back to Las Vegas and live out my life as a showgirl until I got too old. I was building up a nest egg. I’d be okay once I retired.
And I’d know I’d experienced perfection just once.
We kissed and we kissed and we kissed.
Still, his hands didn’t stray. So I took the lead. I brushed one hand across his arm, taking his hand and leading it to my left breast.
Just the touch made me shiver even as the steam clouded around me.
He slid his finger over the top of my breast—over the scar. Then he broke our kiss.
“I’m so sorry he did this to you.” Reid’s voice cracked.
No! Don’t want to think about that right now. Want to think about the man touching me, not the man who made the scar.
Who is the father of the man—
“No!” I said aloud.
Reid dropped his hand.
Quick as lightning, I grabbed it and brought it back to my breast. “I meant no as in don’t stop. Please.”
“But—”
“I want only this moment, Reid. Please. Only this moment with you and me. Without anyone else here. This is part of me, and I want you to touch all of me.”
He trailed his fingers over the scar once more. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just touch me.”
He moved gently over the scar and downward, cupping my breast. “So beautiful.” He stroked his thumb over my hard nipple.
I gasped as pleasure jolted through me.
This is my body. I’m taking back my body.
Then the words dissolved into feeling in my mind. Words no longer mattered. Only the emotion coiling from my gut outward through my fingers and toes.
All tingles, all warmth, all hot lava.
Reid brought his hand to my other breast, fingering the scar again and then cupping and thumbing the nipple.
Both nipples stretched forward, and my breasts tingled.
I throbbed between my legs as vivid images coursed through my mind. Images of our bodies entwined, our lips fused, his dick…
It hung between us, erect and proud.
I sucked in a breath and grasped his length.
A groan vibrated from his chest.
I didn’t know much about how to handle a penis, but I knew men liked just about anything down there. The warm water rained over us, and I worked my fist back and forth over him.
He groaned again, his eyes closed.
“Make me come,” I said again.
He trailed one hand down my abdomen to my vulva. Then—
“Oh!”
When his fingers met my clit, I wanted to explode. Every particle of energy became my pussy. Empty, so empty. I never knew how empty I was and how much I longed to be filled.
Too much. Too soon.
But his fingers swirling over my clit…
Heaven, pure heaven.
My breathing became more rapid, and soft moans escaped my throat.
Please. Please. Please.
The only word I could manage.
Still his strong fingers circled that most intimate part of me that was sprouting all kinds of pleasure.
“Fuck it,” he finally said and dropped to his knees before me.
He slid his tongue over my clit—so soft and slick—and then something crawled along my flesh. Something so fresh and vibrant…
A new feeling…
A new feeling I wanted more of…
Another swipe of his tongue. One more, and—
I crashed. I yelled. I broke into glorious pieces.
My fingers found their way to his hair, threading through the wet silk, pushing his face against my pussy, as words floated in the air around us. In my voice.
What words? I couldn’t say.
More. More. More.
The feelings intensified, and the hot water showering me glittered like diamonds.
More. More. More.
Never want it to end. Never… Never…
Until Reid moved away, and the feelings became less intense, less magnified…
And I floated back down to reality, landing as if a soft blanket had been laid out before me.
I felt satisfaction in the most beautiful way.
He’d done what I asked. He made me come.
And I knew my life would never be the same.
28
Reid
Her pussy tasted like her mouth, only more so. And all I’d done was lick her clit. I hadn’t dived between those long, lean legs and shoved my tongue into her wet heat. I’d wanted to, but I held myself in check.
She asked me to make her come, and clearly she’d been ready.
I was good, but yeah, this had been amazing.
My dick pulsed between my legs.
I remembered…
How I’d felt when she grabbed it, worked it…
How hard I’d gritted my teeth together to keep from exploding from her mere touch.
How was it possible that I wanted her so much? More than I’d ever wanted another woman?
Her new blond hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders and neck. Her nipples were still hard and taut. And her pussy… So pink and swollen… An invitation if I’d ever seen one…
But she was done. Complete.
And I’d been left unsatisfied.