“You plan on helping me undress you?”
His question was met with a grin sexier than any he’d seen before. “And miss the show?”
“Well if it’s a show you want….” He proceeded to pull her trousers over her soft tan thighs, following the movement with his lips. Her skin was sweet, and his dick ached at the thought of just how delicious her pussy would taste.
“Take your top off,” he commanded.
She did as he said, lifting her body and pulling it over her head, leaving her in a lacey pink bra that barely covered the sexy mounds of her tits. Throwing the trousers the way of her boots, he crawled up and over her, stopping only to drop a kiss on her navel. Her belly quivered in response to his touch, and he knew they would be fucking phenomenal together.
With his hands either side of her waist, he dipped his head closer to her face, his lips almost touching hers. He felt the flutter of her hands on his belly, as they roamed over the ridges of muscle until she found skin and he drew in a breath at the sensation.
“I’ve never wanted something as much as I want to be inside you right now.” He touched his mouth to hers, and it was incendiary. Callie’s head fell back as he kissed her, owning her, sucking her sweet tongue into his mouth. His body heated at the way she arched into him, pushing her sweet tits against him.
She pulled her mouth away. “Reid.”
He saw the hunger for more in her face and knew he’d give her anything she desired. With one hand behind her back, he released the clasp on her bra and watched as her breasts tumbled free from the lace. He immediately captured a rosy nipple in his mouth, drawing it in and sucking. Her hands clasped the back of his head, holding him to her as she pushed into his face. He gave the other nipple the same treatment until she was writhing and moaning, and her tits were deep pink nubs.
Reid pulled free needing to be inside her, to take her, own her as she already owned him. He stood between her legs fully clothed and something about the fact she was exposed, lying there so trusting, when he was dressed caused his chest to swell and his balls to ache.
Reid ran his hand over the material at his dick and saw her eyes darken further as her lids lowered. If she wanted a show, he’d give it to her. He slowly undid the buckle on his belt, never taking his eyes from her face as he pulled it through the loops and dropped it to the floor.
Callie moved her eyes lower to the buttons on his jeans as he flicked them open, letting the denim sit on his hips as he reached behind him, and gripping the neck of his shirt, pulled it over his head.
His sunshine wet her lips, the tip of her tongue teasing him as her chest heaved. She was a vision the likes he’d never seen, with beauty that went beyond the physical. It was what made her an excellent model, one adored by so many, and she was his—at least for the time being.
Reid toed off his boots, bending to shed his socks before he lifted up and slowly removed his jeans, pushing them down his legs. Callie sucked in an audible breath as he stood in front of her naked, his cock standing proud against his abdomen.
“You’re like a work of art. So beautiful I don’t know where to look first.”
Her desire washed over him, and he felt a tightness in his chest that was not unpleasant but was a surprise as he’d never felt it before.
Reid prowled closer. Bending over, he took her panties in his hand and tore them from her sexy body, a groan slipped from her as she tipped her back to meet his gaze.
“Did you enjoy the show?” He nipped her ear with his teeth as her breathing quickened.
“Oh, yes.”
Reid smiled to himself and kissed her before he dropped his weight on to her, feeling every inch of her skin against his as his shaft nestled between the beauty of her thighs.
“Keep watching.” He kissed his way down her collar bone, nipping at her breasts, and Callie kept her gaze on him as he worshipped her body. The look of desire mixed with something he hadn’t seen before, a look that made his heart squeeze.
Her perfect pussy was bare, whether from choice or her job he didn’t know, but he loved it. With his tongue he tasted her sweetness. The wetness there evidence of her desire for him, making it all the sweeter. With his fingers, he spread her lips and speared her tight heat, wanting to feel it around his cock but he wanted her to climax first, wanted to watch as she fell apart with pleasure.
Using the tip of his tongue, he flicked the bundle of nerves at her centre and fucked her with his fingers. He lost her eyes when she arched up and screamed his name, and he felt her clit pulse against his tongue as he tasted her pleasure on his lips.
As she came down from her climax, he withdrew his fingers and grinned at the mew of protest it made his woman emit and snagged a condom from his bedside drawer. Rolling it on he was surprised to feel her fingers at his cock. He let go as she pushed the latex down his shaft, her fingers doing crazy things to him. Then her face lifted, and she pumped him twice as she held his gaze with hers.
Reid pulled away and pushed her back onto the bed. He couldn’t wait any longer, needing to be inside her in the worst way. Once between her legs, he cupped her face in his big hands and angled her face up to his, as her fingertips traced along the lines of his ink.
“I want this to last, but you’re so fucking beautiful and taste and feel so good, I don’t think I can.”
“We can do slow later. I just want to feel you inside me.”
Her words were all it took, and as Reid pulled back, he angled his cock and slid inside her in one long, fierce thrust that had them both groaning.
“Oh, Jesus, you feel so fucking good.”
He kissed her then as he fucked her, his movements becoming faster as she rocked back into him, her legs curling around his hips and locking him to her. He wanted to kiss her everywhere, all at once. He tried to touch every single inch of her skin, to brand her as his own.
Reid felt her fingers in his hair, tugging as her climax built, and the walls around his cock began to flutter. Knowing he wouldn’t be far behind her, he angled his pelvis so it hit her clit with every thrust. She cried out as her climax crashed into them both, dragging his from him as his balls drew up and he came so hard his vision went black, and a thousand stars exploded behind his eyelids.
As Reid came down from the best orgasm of his life, he looked at Callie. The look of satisfaction and serenity on her face was perhaps the most beautiful one he’d seen on her and was his favourite so far. As he thought this, he realised with a little surprise that he’d never be through with this woman.
If they lived a thousand years, she’d still hold him captive, and that was most the terrifying thing of all, because if he lost her or couldn’t protect her from the evils of this world, he would be dead too.
Chapter Seventeen
Standing back against the thick concrete wall of the bunker, his foot braced on the wall, arms crossed over his chest, Reid observed the figure in the metal chair. There was a black cloth bag over her head, and her legs and wrists were cuffed to the chair. He could feel her fear from where he stood, and while he didn’t like it, he knew it was necessary to expedite the answers they needed to end this unseen war they found themselves in.
He, Jack, Liam, and Decker were in the bunker for the interrogation. The container, despite its name, wasn’t a bunker per se. It was a room at the back of the facility. As hi-tech as the rest of the buildings, it had retina scan entry and exit points, walls a foot thick, technology that stopped transmissions from working inside unless they allowed it, and blocked heat signature technology too.