Page 15 of The Temporary Fiancée
“It’s not much,” I admit, opening the door. “It’s kinda small, and…” I trail off as my eyes travel all over the apartment, taking in all of its flaws. There’s a stain from water damage in the corner of the ceiling, and the TV is small, and the furniture is cramped…
Compared to the luxury Reed is used to, this place must feel like a hovel.
But he doesn’t seem to mind. He only has eyes for me, and now that we’re all alone, his focus has intensified.
“You don’t have to justify anything,” he tells me. “I promise, the only thing here I care about is you. I’m distracting you tonight, remember?”
He closes the distance between us, until he’s right in front of me, his hand making its way down my long braid. He slips the tie off, and his fingers lace through my hair as he undoes the twists. The anticipation of what’s to come makes my knees feel weak.
He leans down to kiss me, and now that we’re in private, he doesn’t hold back.
His mouth is hot and demanding, and the kiss lights me up from my scalp to my toes. My hands find his jaw, the sharp line of it under my palms. He groans into my mouth and walks me backward until my lower back hits the edge of the counter.
“Been thinking about this all night,” he mutters against my mouth.
“Really?”
“Fuck, yes. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
My stomach flips. His hand slides up my thigh, pushing my dress higher as he kisses down my neck until my head tips back to give him better access. I swallow hard, feeling my throat move under his lips. Reed Eastwood has his mouth on me in my kitchen, and instead of panicking about it… I’m melting.
His fingers slip between my legs, dragging my dress up and brushing the fabric of my panties, and a soft sound escapes my lips. He grins against my throat.
“Can’t wait to find out what other you make.”
The words seem to go directly to my clit, making it pulse as his fingers graze the little nub through my panties. I’m desperate for more pressure there, but instead of giving it to me, he withdraws his hand. Letting the fabric of the skirt fall, he tugs the top of my dress down, freeing my breasts, and lets out a rough sound as he takes me in.
“Jesus. You’re gorgeous.”
He cups one breast in his palm and drags his thumb over my nipple, then bends and takes it in his mouth. His tongue swirls slowly, making goosebumps spread across my chest. When he sucks hard, I hiss out a breath, gripping his head hard in a kneejerk reaction, and he huffs a laugh against my skin before moving to the other one.
“Let’s get you out of this,” he murmurs when he pulls away, tugging at my dress.
It’s clear that although he’s had no problem finding his way underneath it, he has no idea how to actually get it off, so I help a little, anxious to have less fabric between us.
Once I’m left in just my panties, he grins in satisfaction. He mouths at my breasts again, teasing them with his tongue andteeth, then works his way down my stomach, dropping to his knees in front of me. He looks up at me from the floor of my kitchen, and the expression on his face makes my breath stutter.
“Spread your legs for me, Olivia,” he commands.
I do it without hesitating.
He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, but rather than dragging them off right away, he just keeps his hands there as he kisses the inside of my thigh. My thigh muscles tense, torn between the urge to clench together or open wider. When Reed trails the tip of his tongue in a long path upward, I hold my breath, biting my bottom lip so hard it hurts.
I can’t look away from him as his face reaches the apex of my thighs. He stops there, dragging his nose along the front of my panties and inhaling.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my toes curling involuntarily. He’ssmellingme. Drawing in the scent of the most intimate part of me, bingeing on the aroma of my arousal like it’s a drug.
“So fucking good,” he murmurs, almost like he’s talking to himself. “Knew you would be fucking delicious.”
His breath ghosts over the damp fabric of my panties as he speaks, and I have to grip the counter to stay upright.
Finally,finally, he tugs on the spot where he’s got my panties hooked with his fingers, dragging them down and lifting one foot at a time to slip them off. Then his hands close around my hips and he lifts me up so that I’m sitting on the edge of the counter, my legs falling open for him.
His tongue finds me without warning, one long flat stroke, and the sound that comes out of me is loud enough that it’s almost startling in the quiet kitchen. He looks up at me through his lashes but doesn’t stop or even hesitate, licking lazy circles around my clit that have my hips chasing him. But when I start shifting too much on the countertop, he pins my hips down with one hand.
“Stay still. You’re like a fucking banquet, Olivia, and I want to enjoy this.”
I bite my lip and try to obey.
