Page 132 of The Temporary Fiancée
I take a breath and let my fingers trail down my throat. His eyes follow the movement immediately, watching as my hand moves across my collarbone and between my breasts. I drag my fingertips across one of my hard nipples, and a little noise escapes me. Reed’s jaw tightens at the sound.
I keep going, moving down my stomach and over the soft skin just above my bikini bottoms. I’m taking my time on purpose now, watching him watch me, and the way his eyes track every inch of the movement makes me feel powerful and in control.
When I finally slip my hand under the waistband of my bottoms, my pussy lips are already soaked.
As if he can read my thoughts, Reed growls, “Are you wet, baby?”
I roll my hips against my hand. “You know I am.”
“Fucking hell.” A low groan rumbles in his chest, and he moves a half-step closer in the water, like he can’t quite stay away. “Show me. Spread your legs wider.”
I open my thighs, my hand still moving under the fabric, and his eyes drop between my legs with an expression so intent that it makes my inner walls clench around nothing. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Just watches.
When he speaks again, his voice has is a rough burn. “Show me how you touch yourself. I want to know how you get yourself off. What do you do first?”
Biting my lower lip, I work my fingers slowly through my folds, then drag them up to circle my clit. The first few circles feelincredible, sending bursts of sensation shooting through me, and I moan again.
“Does it feel good?” Reed asks, his gaze locked on me.
“Uh huh,” I breathe. “It feels amazing.”
He swallows, his throat working. “Keep going. Use both hands. I want to see everything.”
I hesitate for just a second. Normally, being watched this closely would make me want to curl in on myself a little. But the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, makes me want to give himmoreinstead of less. Being with Reed has changed me so much, showing me a side of myself I never knew existed—a part of me that’s not afraid to be seen or to take what she wants.
And holy fuck, do I want this.
I lift my hips and reach down with my other hand to drag my bikini bottoms off entirely. They make a soft wet slap against the tile as I drop them, and his groan in response is filthy.
“Goddamn, baby. Look at you.”
I spread my legs even wider, letting him see all of me, and I start to use both hands the way he asked, two fingers sliding slowly inside my pussy as I keep working my clit.
Then Reed’s hand drops under the water. He shoves his suit down and wraps his fist around his cock, stroking it with almost harsh movements.
The sight of him jerking off goes through me like a hot pulse, and he must notice the way I react, because his full lips quirk upward.
“You like watching me touch myself, don’t you?”
I nod, my breath catching. “Yes.”
His hand picks up its pace, his jaw tight as he watches me. “Good. The feeling isverymutual.”
My hips rock against my hand as heat gathers low in my belly. His hand moves faster under the water in answer, his chest rising and falling.
“That’s it, baby,” he grits out. “Look at me.”
I lift my eyes to his. The look on his face, possessive, awed, and completely undone, makes me whimper softly.
“Reed, I’m close,” I admit.
“Already? Then let me see.”
My fingers push deeper, the heel of my hand grinding against my clit, and the orgasm crashes through me. I throw my head back and cry out, the sound carrying across the deck and out over the water. My stomach clenches, and Reed groans low in his chest as he watches, his hand still moving under the water.
“I’m close too, baby,” he hisses. “Fuck, I can never last as long as I want to with you. Could come just from watchingyoucome.”
Something reckless rises up in me as his filthy words wash over me, and I don’t stop to question the impulse. I slide off the edge of the pool and drop down into the water in front of him, my feet finding the bottom. The pool light has switched on as the sky darkened, and it glows beneath the surface in a soft teal wash.
