Page 137 of The Temporary Fiancée
He huffs out a hoarse laugh. “I’m not going to last like this, baby. I’m going to try. But you feel too good.”
I drag my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “It’s okay. I don’t need you to stay in control right now. I want to feel you lose it.”
He makes a hungry, indecipherable sound at that. Then he starts to fuck me with long, deep thrusts that send sparks up my spine. The chair makes a little noise of protest beneath us, but I’m too distracted by how good everything feels to worry about whether we’ll break it.
“You feel so fucking good.” Reed’s mouth finds mine, the kiss messy and desperate. “I don’t ever want to use a condom with you again.”
A helpless sound escapes me as I cling to him, arching up into every thrust, completely overwhelmed. His breath is ragged against my cheek, and he fucks me like he’s chasing the same thing I am.
His hand slides down between us, his thumb finding my clit. He works it in circles in time with his thrusts, and I cry out openly, letting him hear what he’s doing to me.
I can barely keep my eyes open, but I do. The way he’swatchingme fall apart is somehow the most intimate part of all of it. The pleasure in my veins is building fast, and I understand completely what he said earlier about not being able to make it last. It feels too fucking good.
My thighs start to shake, and I dig my heels into the muscles of his ass, urging him deeper.
“Don’t stop. Fuck, I’m close?—”
“Come for me, baby,” he grunts. “I’m right there too.”
He changes the pressure on my clit, and I cry out again as I go flying over the edge. Reed really is right there with me, erupting at the same moment I do. His cock pulses, his strokes stuttering as he buries himself to the hilt inside me. I can feel the hot jets of his cum filling me up as it goes on for what feels like minutes.
Even once his cock stops twitching and throbbing, Reed stays buried inside me, his body slumped warm against mine, both of us breathing hard. My arms are wrapped around his shoulders, my legs around his waist, the two of us completely entwined. He presses kisses to the curve of my neck, my jaw, my temple, his lips lingering in each spot.
“Christ, Liv. I’m…”
“Ruined,” I murmur, nodding dazedly.
He chuckles. “Took the word right out of my mouth.”
His mouth finds mine in a lazy kiss, then he nuzzles against my neck for a long moment, his breath warm against my skin. I run my fingers through his hair as our sweat slicked skin sticks together.
When he finally pulls out, I feel the warm rush of his cum spilling out of me, and my breath catches at the sensation. He looks down between my legs, and the heat that crosses his face at the sight makes me shiver.
His eyes lift to mine, his jaw working. “That’s so fucking hot. Seeing you like this. Full of me…”
I flush all over as he drags his fingers through the mess and then presses some of it back inside me. The intimate, filthy, possessive gesture pulls a soft gasp out of me, an aftershock of pleasure trembling through my already over-sensitive body.
I give him a look, arching a brow even as my pussy clenches. “You’re a caveman.”
His eyes go warm, a grin pulling at his lips. “Only for you, Liv. You bring it out in me.”
Heat blooms low in my belly at the way he says it. He gives me another lingering kiss, his hand tracing a line along my hip. Then he climbs off the chair and pads barefoot toward the house.
A few minutes later, he comes back with a warm, damp washcloth in his hand. He settles on the edge of the lounge chair beside me, and the first press of the cloth against my pussy makes me whimper quietly. He cleans me up like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his free hand resting on my hip, his eyes focused on what he’s doing.
I watch him work, trying to ignore the emotions churning in my chest. The tender way he’s taking care of me right now is doing something to my heart, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep denying it.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
His eyes flick up to mine, crinkling a little at the corners. “Always.”
When he’s done, he tosses the washcloth onto the empty lounge chair beside us and reaches for me. He slides one arm beneath my shoulders and the other under my knees, and before I can register what he’s doing, he lifts me against his chest.
“Reed!” A surprised laugh escapes me, and my arms come up around his neck on instinct. “I can walk.”
“But you don’t have to if I’m carrying you.” He shrugs, as if it’s just that simple. “Come on, let’s get you outside. I’m sure you’re exhausted, and I’m not letting you sleep out here, baby.”
He carries me inside and lays me down on the bed, then pulls the blanket up over both of us as he settles in beside me.
