The position put her ass right in Spike’s view, and he couldn’t resist touching her. Between her legs, she was still wet as fuck, and he could still see his come dripping out of her pussy.
Reese squealed when he dipped his finger back inside her body, but she didn’t immediately sit back or smack his hand away.
Having her bent over like this gave Spike other ideas. Carnal ones. He wanted to take her while she was on her hands and knees. Wanted to pull out and come all over her ass and rub it into her skin. Mark her as his.
After a long moment, she eventually sat back up, and Spike had to drop his hand.
“You’re sex crazed,” Reese said with a shake of her head, but he saw the excitement in her expression before she looked down at her phone.
He devoured her naked body with his gaze as she sat on the bed and checked her voice mail, and it was all Spike could do not to push her backward, rip the phone away, and do all the things he’d fantasized about during the last month.
“Shoot. That was Isabella. She wants to ask me some questions about the ceremony,” Reese told him, biting her bottom lip. “She sounds nervous. The last thing I want is her freaking out and deciding she isn’t ready to marry my brother.”
“Then you should go,” Spike forced himself to say.
“I know,” Reese said with a sigh. “Gus?”
“Yeah?”
“I…this…You’re a dream come true. My dream come true. I loved everything we did. All of it. Every second. And I can’t wait to do it again.”
“I’m not going a week and a half again, Reese. No matter who needs my help. Even if I come home at three a.m. again, I’m crawling in bed and waking you up to make love.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
Just that one word made Spike’s cock sit up and take notice. It wanted to be back inside Reese’s body. In the hot, wet cave made just for him. He forced himself to move. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and held out a hand for Reese. She put hers in his and stood, blushing slightly.
She stood naked in front of him, and it took every ounce of Spike’s restraint not to shove her right back onto the bed. He hugged her tightly, then kissed her. “Go talk to Isabella. I’ll make us something we can eat when you’re done. You can have the bathroom. I’ll take the guest one.”
“We could share,” she suggested shyly.
“Nope. If we do, with our luck, Isabella will wander up here wanting to know what’s taking so long and if you’re okay. Besides, you’re sore, you need some time to recover.”
His eyes wandered over her body once more, and he grinned when he saw a trail of come leaking down her inner thigh. “Does it always do that?” he asked, nodding toward her leg.
She sighed. “No clue. No one’s ever come inside me before.”
Her words had Spike hardening, and once again the caveman inside started pounding his chest.
“And I’m guessing with your size, you probably come more than a lot of guys. So yeah, with us, I’m thinking it will always do that. So that means no quickies anywhere outside the cabin. I don’t want to be leaking at the lodge, God forbid.”
That wasn’t something Spike could promise. He had a feeling a quickie with this woman would be better than most normal sex between other people. “I’ll be sure to clean you up afterward,” he muttered, watching the trickle of come inch down her leg.
Reese pushed him gently and headed for the en suite.
“Reese?”
She stopped and looked back at him from the doorway of the bathroom.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you.”
She gave him a small smile, nodded, and shut the door behind her.
Spike stood in his room as naked as the day he was born with a smile on his face for a long moment. Then he looked at his bed. The covers were completely fucked, he could see a small wet spot on the sheets, and a few blonde hairs on one of the pillows. He freaking loved seeing the evidence of his woman and what they’d done in a place where he’d slept alone for the last four years.
Feeling lighter than he had in ages, Spike went to his dresser. He grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the guest bathroom as he mentally reviewed what he had in the fridge and what he was going to make for dinner.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Reese admired Gus as water tumbled over his shoulders, down his six-pack abs, over his cock—which was rock hard and bobbing toward her. They were in the shower together. Finally. It had been three days since they’d made love for the first time.
Three days of pure bliss.
She didn’t think she’d ever been happier. She started her new job in a week, her brother was getting married in a few hours, and she’d never had a boyfriend like Gus. He was considerate and attentive and generous and sexy. For the first time in her dating life, she truly felt as if someone liked her exactly how she was. In the past, other men had told her they loved her body, didn’t mind that she was overweight, that her curves were a turn-on, but their actions hadn’t matched their words.
With Gus, she had no doubt that he liked her body. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He was constantly putting his hand on the small of her back, resting his palm on her thigh when they were sitting together, rubbing his thumb over her skin absently when they held hands, kissing her…The list went on and on.
After that first time they’d made love, and she’d returned from helping Isabella, she’d been too sore to have sex again, so he’d gone down on her and showed her what the fuss was all about in regard to oral sex.
Last night, he’d taken her again, but he’d kept his movements easy and slow no matter how much she’d begged him to go faster, promising that she was no longer sore.
This morning when her alarm went off, he’d gotten up and gone to start the shower so the water would be warm by the time she was ready to get in. To her surprise, he’d stepped in with her. And seeing him now, so virile, so damn gorgeous, Reese moved without thinking. She eased down to her knees in front of him and looked up as she reached for his cock.
But Gus caught her wrist before she could touch him. “You don’t have to,” he said gently. She’d admitted to him that she was nervous about this, giving head. She’d never done it before. She fell in love with him a little more at that moment.
“I know. I want to. But will you…” Her voice trailed off.
“Yes.” His response was firm and unhesitating.
“You don’t know what I was going to ask,” she protested with a small laugh.
“Doesn’t matter. You want or need something, I’ll do what I can to give it to you.”
Reese closed her eyes for a moment and sank back on her heels, giving her knees a short rest from the hard tiles. This man was killing her. She was so far gone for him, it wasn’t even funny.
“What do you need from me, Reese?” he asked.
“Will you tell me how to pleasure you? I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel the other night, but I don’t know how.”
“Yes, but not here. It’ll hurt your knees,” Gus said. He held out a hand and helped her stand. Then he shifted positions so that her back was to the water and reached for the shampoo.