Page 136 of The Temporary Fiancée
I inhale the salty ocean air, my heart hammering as our eyes lock. The waves crash distantly beyond the deck as a breeze ruffles Reed’s hair, and this all feels like a dream I don’t want to wake up from.
“Do you ever wish…” My voice goes quiet. “You could stay here forever?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “With you? Absolutely.”
He’s smiling into our kiss when our lips meet again, and then he hisses out a breath as I reach down to wrap a hand around his cock. His hips thrust a little into my touch, and he’s warm and solid against my palm.
“I’m so hard for you it hurts.” His voice is hoarse. “Feel what you do to me, baby? Every fucking time.”
I squeeze him, then bring my hand up to lick my palm before wrapping my fingers around his shaft again and stroking him. He grunts softly, nipping at my lower lip, then starts to pull away.
“I’ll grab a condom,” he says. “If I don’t get inside you soon, you’re gonna make me come like this.”
He straightens, but before he can walk back inside, I reach out to catch his hand. “Wait.”
He pauses, his eyes searching my face. “You okay?”
My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it. I bite the inside of my cheek for a beat before the words come out in a rush. “Don’t grab the condom.”
His brows draw together. “You don’t want me to?—”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m only sleeping with you, and I’m on birth control. I got tested before we started, and I’m clean.” My voice is shaky now, the words coming too fast. “I just… I want to feel you. All of you. Nothing between us.”
He doesn’t say anything for a beat. His eyes have gone darker, something I can’t read passing through them, and worry starts to creep in as the silence stretches.
“I’m sorry—I know we have the contract, and this is supposed to be casual?—”
“Liv.” He leans down and presses his mouth to mine, cutting me off. The kiss is deep and so hungry that it steals all the air from my lungs. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. “I’ve been tested too, and I’m good. Since we started this thing, I haven’t been with anyone but you.”
The breath rushes out of me, and I sink back into the cushions. “So do you want to…?”
“Fuck you without a condom? Feel that perfect fucking pussy squeeze around me with not a damn thing between us?” He grins, but that intense thing I saw in his eyes is still there. “Hell fucking yes, I do.”
I can’t help grinning at that, butterflies flapping wildly in my stomach. “Then get back down here.”
I tug on his hand, and he moves fast, settling over my body as his slick cockhead bobs against my inner thigh. He hovers over me on the long lounge chair, his face inches from mine, and the look on his face makes my throat go tight.
“You sure?” he murmurs.
I nod. “I’m sure.”
His nostrils flare, and guides his cock to my entrance and starts to push in.
I gasp as he fills me the first few inches. We’ve done this so many times by now, but holy fuck, it feels different like this. The slick, hot drag of his bare cock pushing into me without anything between us is so much more than I was prepared for. My eyes flutter closed, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He works his way in with a few strokes, his breath coming faster against my mouth, his hands tight on my hips like he’s holding himself in check.
“Fuck. Liv?—”
“I know,” I whimper.
“You feel… Christ.” His voice is ragged, and he presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “You feel incredible. So warm. So wet. So fucking tight. I’m never going to stop thinking about this.”
I lift my hips to meet him, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He stays buried inside me for a long moment, like he can’t bear to move, his body taut above mine.
It feels incredible, but there’s a demanding ache building inside me that craves more. I shift my hips under him, squeezing my thighs around his waist.
“Reed, please… move.”
