They sat around the fire for another couple of hours talking. Keira couldn’t help but laugh at the sordid and drunken stories Big Mike and Nate were telling. It seemed the more beer the guys drank, the looser their lips became.
She knew that if they had been sober, they certainly wouldn’t be revealing some of their more embarrassing tales to everyone.
Reese brushed a strand of hair away from her ear and said in his low, deeply sexual voice, “You want to leave soon? It’s getting kind of late.” He let his lips brush back and forth along the shell of her ear.
Reese had this powerful magnetism about him that made Keira putty in his hands. She didn’t even think he knew the power just his voice had over her body.
Keira turned and let her lips press against the skin right below his ear, not caring who saw, but at this point, most of the people were so drunk they probably didn’t know which way was up. She felt how Reese’s whole body grew taut against her, and she swore she heard him suck in a breath but not yet release it.
Trailing open-mouthed kisses over his neck and up to his ear, she whispered, “I actually would like to leave.” The way she said those words surely left nothing to the imagination, or so she hoped. And when she felt Reese’s hand tighten on her waist, she knew she’d gotten her point across.
He may not have wanted to finish what they started back at her place hours ago, but that’s all she’d been able to think about since then.
She pulled back and looked into his eyes, knowing he could see exactly what she meant. The way he swallowed, as if he was struggling to do that simple task, had her shifting on his lap again. He groaned softly, and the fact that she felt his erection starting to dig against her ass had a fresh wave of arousal moving through her.
“Keira….” The tightening and loosening of his fingers on her waist kept her grounded, but that wasn’t what she wanted to feel right now.
She wanted him to feel just as out of control with lust as she did… as she had been all damn night. She pulled back another inch and stared into his eyes, hoping he saw what she needed. “Will you take me home, Reese?” He didn’t answer right away, but she saw the way his jaw was clenched, heard him grind his teeth, and felt his cock digging against her ass. “My parents are gone for the weekend,” she whispered so only he heard.
“Keira—”
“It’s what I want, and it’s what I know you want too.” She emphasized her point by pressing her ass firmer against his raging hard-on.
“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” he said again and rested his forehead against hers. “Is that what you really want, pretty girl?”
Voice pitched low but filled with enough heat to rival the sun, she felt herself nod. “That’s what I want, if that’s what you want?”
And only a second later, he was helping her off his lap, standing, and all but dragging her to the truck. He called out over his shoulder that he’d catch up with Nate later.
Her pulse raced, and her desire became stronger the closer they got to his vehicle. Tonight was the night she’d give herself to Reese. There was no going back, no stopping it. She’d wanted this for a lifetime, it seemed.
Before she even had a chance to reach for the handle and climb in, a gasp of pleasure left her when he spun her around, pressed her back against the side of the truck, and kissed her until she was clutching at him. His strong arms caged her in, and his tongue slid against hers.
He broke the kiss far too quickly and looked down at her with so much unrestrained need she actually felt it. He opened the door for her, helped her in, and then was striding to the driver's side. Once they were both seated in the truck, the silence filled the interior, but the sound of their heavy breathing showed exactly where their minds and bodies were headed.
And then he was driving.
The trip back home seemed to happen in record time, and the closer they got to her house, the more her arousal claimed her.
Once he pulled the truck into the driveway and turned it off, they sat there for several minutes. The air was thick, heated, and the more time that passed, the more she felt that pleasurable suffocating sensation fill her.
The reality of what she wanted to do with him was a very real presence between them.
“Keira—”
“Reese?” She said his name, cutting him off. He was going to say they didn’t have to, that they could wait. But that was the last thing she wanted.
She heard him swallow before he answered. “Yeah, baby?”
“I want this. I want you.”
Time froze as those words hung between them, and then she saw something in him snap. He pulled her in and kissed her deep and rough, consuming every part of her.
And when he broke away only long enough to suck in a lungful of air, she said, “Take me inside, Reese.”
26
They were in her house and up to her room only moments later. Keira shut the door behind her and leaned against it as she stared at Reese. She hadn’t bothered turning on her light, so the only illumination they had to work with was from the moon shining through the window and the glow from the patio lights.
For long seconds, he stood there only a few feet from where she was, his gaze even darker with the shadows around them. “Come here, Keira.” She loved the way he said her name, so low and deep but filled with enough scorching fire she felt it down to her bones.
That first step was hard, not because she didn’t want to take it, but because adrenaline pumped through her veins, making her feel jittery. Her legs felt weak, her heart thundering.
When she was only a foot from him, she couldn’t help but breathe in his scent. She felt intoxicated, so high she didn’t know if she’d ever touch ground again.
“Reese.” His name came out of her before she could stop herself. It was soft and needy, pleasure-laced and desperate.
“Christ, baby.” And then he had his hand around her waist and hauled her against the hardness of his body.
Her eyes closed on their own at the contact. His nose was by her throat, and the sound of him inhaling deeply had goose bumps forming along her arms.
“You smell so good.” His lips were soft and almost hesitant as they skated up her throat and stopped at the corner of her mouth. He placed a soft kiss there. Reese moved downward again, inhaling as he went, as if needing her scent inside his body. Using his hand on the side of her neck to tilt her head to the side more, he ran his tongue along the column of her throat and groaned deeply. “Like vanilla.”
Moisture pooled from her pussy, soaking her panties.
“I could spend all night just dragging my tongue all over you, memorizing every inch of your soft flesh… making you mine.” He moved his mouth back to the corner of hers, and whispered, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
She couldn’t form a single word, not with the fire engulfing her. She did nod though, a mewl slipping from her when his tongue came out and slid along her lower lip.
“You like being mine.” He didn’t phrase that as a question. It was a bone-deep declaration. And he sounded proud at the fact. He traced her lips with his tongue over and over again until she quivered for him. “You like knowing that if any asshole fucks with you, I’ll break their bones.”