Page 18 of The Temporary Fiancée
“Maybe?” He lifts his head to look at me, one brow arching.
Working hard to hold back a grin, I shrug. “I’ve had a lot on my mind. And todaywaspretty rough.”
His mouth tips into a slow, dangerous smile. “Oh, sweetheart. I can be rough too.”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach at not just his words, but the way his voice dropped as he spoke them. I swallow, and some of the teasing challenge has drained from my voice when I speak.
“Maybe I want it rough.”
Something shifts in Reed’s expression. I get the feeling he was partially joking, but the look on his face now makes it clear that the joke is over. I feel like I just twisted the dial on a gas burner, turning it from a warming flame to a full-out blaze.
“You want more?” he asks in a low voice. “You want me to fuck you like I really mean it?”
“I…” I blink. “Isn’t that what you just did?”
He laughs low, then pulls out slowly and ties off the condom, dropping it in the trash. A second later, he’s back, hands sliding under my thighs as he hauls me off the counter and into his arms like I weigh nothing.
“Bedroom,” he demands. “Where is it?”
“Down the hall, on the left.”
He carries me down the hall and lays me out on the bed, then stands at the foot of it looking down at me. He’s already getting hard again, his hand wrapping around his thick cock to stroke it slowly, and my heart jackhammers in my chest.
“Do you have another condom?” he asks, his gaze never leaving me. “I only had one in my wallet.”
I gesture at the nightstand with a slightly shaky hand. “Top drawer.”
“Good.” He nods in satisfaction, then climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs. “Because I’ve got the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on telling me she wants itrough, and we’ve got the whole night ahead of us. I’m not even close to done with you yet, baby.”
As if to emphasize his words, he kisses me, languid and dirty, his tongue slanting against mine as he devours my mouth. My hands roam a bit mindlessly, running over his body as if trying to hang on for dear life. He’s hot and solid above me, and I’m already getting wet again.
When the kiss breaks, he trails his way down my neck and collarbone, lingering at my breasts before working his way back up. He nips at my ear hard enough to make me yelp softly, then straightens and leans over to grab a condom from the drawer. He rolls it on, and now that I know what his cock feels like inside me, I find myself aching for the almost overwhelming stretch.
“Spread your legs for me,” he orders. “Show me how much you want it.”
I follow the command, my cheeks flushing at the directness of it. His eyes drop between us as he lines himself up with my entrance. He pushes in slowly, but not as slow as he did the first time. We both know I can take him now, and I get the sense that we’re both more impatient than we were before too.
“Fuck. Even better than the first time,” he groans, mirroring my thoughts.
He starts to move, hooking my legs over his arms so that my ass is barely touching the bed. It shifts the angle, and I gasp as he seems to somehow drive in even deeper.
“Reed, oh my god.”
“Yeah? You feel so good, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
I have no idea if that’s just something he says when he’s talking dirty to a girl or if he really means it, but it affects me anyway. I squirm on the bed, shifting my hips to meet his thrusts, chasing the friction and fullness. What he said is true. We only get one night, and I’m going to take everything he’ll give me.
“Harder!” I gasp out. “Please.”
He pauses and looks down at me. “You sure?”
“Yes. Oh fuck… please, Reed.”
The hunger on his face sharpens. He pulls out, and before I can protest at the sudden emptiness, he’s flipping me over onto my hands and knees. His hand winds into my hair, gathering it into his fist, and he tugs just enough to make me whimper. Then he’s pushing back in, and the new sensations from this angle just about wreck me. He fucks me hard, his other hand holding on to my hip.
“This what you wanted, baby?”
“Uh huh,” I moan, trying to nod even though I can barely move my head with the hold he’s got on my hair.
