“Look at me,” he said low, his voice husky.
She opened her eyes and stared into his dark ones.
“Let me take care of you.”
“I’ve never…. I haven’t had anyone touch….” She couldn’t force the words past her lips.
“I’m going to take care of you,” he said again, and her breath hitched.
He rose up and ran his lips along hers in a slow, sensual glide. “I'm never letting you go.”
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, feeling every hard, male part of his body come in contact with her.
“Are you ready?” His words, his voice, were low, gentle.
She nodded and felt him start to push in just a bit, the thick head of his cock stretching her opening. He was big, thick and long, and as he worked his way inside, claiming her virginity, making her his, she knew she’d never be the same.
He worked himself in and out, and when he pulled out almost all the way, the tip lodged in her opening, she felt the stretch and burn move through her.
“Relax for me?” he breathed out, his face strained with the struggle to go slow for her.
He pushed every single inch back into her, groaning like he couldn’t help himself. Her inner muscles clenched around him, causing deep, whisper-like moans to tear from his chest. The discomfort was a lasting feeling, but the longer he tunneled in and out of her, the more she relaxed, the better it felt.
He placed his forearms on either side of her head and pushed up so he hovered above her. He looked dark and dangerous, like a fallen angel... her fallen angel.
He moved in and out, slow at first but gradually picking up speed. The discomfort turned to something darker, more carnal, and before she knew it, she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Never once did he take his eyes off her face, and for some reason, that made what they were doing all the more intimate.
Perspiration covered his chest, and the moonlight coming through the window caused the beads of sweat to glisten. Keira let her gaze travel down to his lower stomach and watched in female appreciation as the muscles of his abdomen contracted every time he pushed deeper into her.
“Keira.” Her name was a groan from his lips, and when he tilted his head back, the tendons of his neck stood out. “I’ve never felt anything so incredible. I never will again for the rest of my fucking life.”
He slammed into her hard, and the force had her sliding up the bed. Ecstasy took hold and wouldn’t let her go.
Over and over, he worked his cock into her, hitting an ultrasensitive spot inside her repeatedly. The climax that claimed her was swift.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”
He breathed harder, so hard that was all she could hear.
“Look at me. Fuck, Keira. Look. At. Me. I’m coming.”
Forcing her eyes open, Keira watched his orgasm take shape on his face.
Once, twice, and on the third thrust, he bottomed out inside her and groaned long and deep. The pleasure that contorted his masculine features was a visual orgasm in itself, and the fact that she was the one cause of his pleasure had more consuming her.
He didn’t look away from her while he came, and all she could do was ride out the ecstasy. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around his cock. After long seconds, he hung his head, his arms shaking from the force of holding himself up and of his pleasure sapping his strength. When he pulled out of her, Keira couldn’t stop the disappointed sound that left her lips.
There were no words for what they’d done. The emotion and realness had been tangible, and she felt everything for this boy, and not just on a physical level. Reese pulled her in close, wrapped the blankets around them, then just held her. He smoothed his hand down her back, letting the tips of his fingers trail along her spine. Keira let the sound of his heart and the feel of his touch lull her to sleep.
He held her tightly for the rest of the night, and Keira realized she might very well be falling in love with the bad boy.
28
Reese listened to Keira breathing steadily, deeply, as she slept in his arms.
This unknown emotion squeezed his chest. She was everything good and right in the world. And she was his.
He held her tighter and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. She shifted beside him but stayed asleep. The smell of vanilla engulfed him, and Reese closed his eyes and inhaled as deeply as he could. He wanted that scent on him, in him, imprinted in every cell of his body.
She burrowed closer to him, and the little puffs of air that came from her parted lips slipped along his chest.
This felt… right.
She felt right.
He had her in his arms, and Reese didn’t plan on letting her go.
A couple days later
Excitement and anticipation played heavily inside Keira. Alex was home. Keira hadn’t realized how much she missed her brother until she saw him climb out of his SUV and make his way toward the front doors.
She stood in the opening, feeling her grin take up her face as he looked up and noticed her waiting for him. She was excited, not only because it had been too long since their last visit, but because she anticipated him meeting Reese, the boy she realized she was madly in love with.
“You sure are a sight for sore eyes, princess.”
Keira grimaced at the cheesy nickname Alex called her since she was five years old. She’d acted like a spoiled little brat on her firth birthday, and since then, the damn name stuck.
He wrapped his arms around her, and she let herself get lost in the familiarity of her brother. He pulled back and grinned down at her. “Come on, I’m fucking starved.”
They went inside, his arm draped over her shoulders as he led them right into the most important room in the house to him. The kitchen.
“Don’t you want to unpack your stuff?”
He screwed up his face and made a beeline for the fridge. “That can wait. Besides, it isn’t like I’m not gonna live out of my suitcase while I’m here.”
He started rummaging through the fridge and pulling items out before tossing them onto the island. It was nice having him home, but a part of her worried over the idea of telling Alex about her relationship with Reese.
Alex was her big brother, and that title meant he was annoying, overbearing, and fiercely protective. And he'd no doubt be an asshole with Keira’s first boyfriend.
An hour later, Alex was done eating their parents out of house and home, and they made themselves comfortable in the living room. He had the TV on, a football game on the screen but the volume muted.
He threw his arm over the back of the couch, and she felt her eyes widen. “Alex, what the hell is that?” She leaned forward and pulled up the sleeve of his shirt. Dark ink in intricate designs and lines started right above his wrist and moved its way up his arm. She couldn’t pull his sleeve up high enough, but the ink kept going.
“What?” he asked like this wasn’t some big news.
“When did you get a tattoo?” She leaned back and stared at him with what felt like wide eyes.
“A few months back.”
“Do Mom and Dad know?” No doubt they’d freak if they saw that. They considered tattoos beneath them… trashy was the word they used.
He shrugged. “Yeah, they found out.” He chuckled deeply. “But like I told them, my body, my choice.”