Page 84 of First Touch

I tucked my Kindle in my bag, undid my seat belt, and followed him. His mood made me wary of what I was facing with him alone, but I also knew it could be an opportunity. If I could get him to talk, perhaps he’d tell me what was wrong. Tell me why he was mad at Michelis. Maybe it was even serious.

I hoped it was serious. I hoped Reeve and Michelis were not the close relatives that I’d assumed they were.

Wouldn’t that change everything?

Reeve had left the door to the back cabin ajar. “Shut it,” he said as I came in.

The minute I did, he was on me, pressing me against the cabin wall, sucking at my neck while his hands went up my dress to squeeze my ass.

“Mmm,” I moaned involuntarily. So much for talking.

Trying to keep hold of my senses, I looked toward the door I’d closed a second ago, thinking of the people just on the other side and the conversation I wanted to have with him. “Reeve…,” I warned.

He stilled, his body stiff. “Are you telling me no?”

I was automatically angry that his subtext suggested it wasn’t okay if I was. Also, angry that I liked that. But since I hadn’t really been saying no – as if I ever could – I said, “I’m not.”

“Good girl.” He went back to nibbling my skin while his hands moved under my panties.

“But I’m sure you know they recommend twenty-four hours after waxing before sex.” It was true, but I’d never heeded the advice before. I was just using the excuse until I could find a window to ask about the source of his tension.

Though, he didn’t seem that tense right now. Or, if he was, his tension was focused on turning me on. He had his fingers now at my crack, the tips of them skidding along sensitive skin as he pulled my cheeks apart. “Recommend is the key word in that sentence,” he said. “But if you’d prefer, there are other places I can explore.” In case I didn’t get what he was referring to, he stuck his thumb inside my tight hole and massaged the rim.

“Ah.” It felt so good and I was so wet. But I needed more time to prepare for that. And, I hoped when that happened, I’d be in a bed, far from other people, with plenty of lube. “No, no. The usual hole is good.”

“Yes, it is. Very good.” With his thumb still in my ass, he slid a finger down to trace the entrance of my cunt.

I made one more attempt to divert him from his current plan of seduction. “Also. In case you’ve forgotten.” I could barely talk with what he was doing to me. “Your friends are on the other side of the door.”

“I haven’t forgotten.” He removed his hand from my underwear, and I immediately missed him. “And they aren’t my friends. They’re my staff.” He bent to pull my panties down to my ankles then stood again and unzipped my dress. It fell open, and I knew that there was no chance of distracting him when his eyes lowered to my exposed pussy. A satisfied grin fell on his lips and his eyes clouded with lust. He ran his thumb across the fine hair that was left from my wax appointment. “This, I like,” he said.

Then he put his hands under my hips, lifted me up and carried me to the black leather couch that I hadn’t realized was in the cabin until he’d dropped me on it.

“Prop yourself up on the arm,” he commanded as he undid his pants to expose his already fully erect cock. “And spread your legs.”

I scooted into the corner and, since my panties tied my ankles together, I let my knees drop open. Reeve knelt over me, and with no other foreplay, pushed inside of me.

“You’re so wet, I just slide into you.” His voice was gruff and the texture set my skin on fire. He glided in and out, making sure I felt every inch of him, waking my nerves. “Feel me?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Good. Now let’s see how fast I can make you come.”

He tilted his hips up and began thrusting in earnest, his tip knocking against the most sensitive place inside of me. My breath hitched.

“That’s right,” he said, with pride. “I know your spot.”

Damn, did he ever. The storm of pleasure began to gather, quickly. Too quickly. I felt off balance, my head spinning. I braced one hand on the couch and wrapped the other around his neck for support. Shooting to the edge this fast, I was going to go off like a bottle rocket, soaring high and screaming all the way.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, attempting to keep my cries to a minimum.

“Don’t be quiet,” Reeve whispered, slowing his tempo ever so slightly.

“What?” Or that’s the word I was going for. It came out more like a single syllable of unidentifiable sound.

He understood me. “Don’t be quiet, or I’ll stop.”

I was in a daze from the way he was stroking me, my mental bandwidth taxed with the attempt to remain in control. My brow furrowed. “Don’t be quiet?”