and her eyes glazed over then lowered, giving her a half-lidded, seductive allure that was impossible to ignore. He groaned and yanked her to him.
“No,” she whispered.
He shook his head, determined to have his way today, tomorrow, and forever. “Don’t fight me.”
Her breathing quickened as she flattened her hands against his chest. “Reese, I don’t—”
He grabbed her by the hair and tugged, making her lay her head back. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you haven’t thought about us together, in bed, with my arms wrapped around you, with my hand on your breast, and my mouth,”—he glanced down then back up— “everywhere. If you can, I’ll let you go.”
“I…” Her tongue peeked out from between her teeth. “I don’t…”
He released her hair, giving her silent permission to tell him no. “You don’t what? Tell me now, because once I get more than a taste of you, I’m not stopping until I have you screaming as you come. I want to see your face as your climax rips through you. I need to see your eyes on mine as I suck on your pussy. So tell me now or shut the hell up and let me have you.”
He waited, hoping his nerves didn’t show. If she told him to back off, he’d walk away with his tail between his legs and die like an old dog whose master no longer wanted him. If she told him to go away, he would go, but his gut would churn until he convinced her to open her legs to him.
Her chest rose and fell, the swell of her breasts driving him insane. Once he touched them, he’d know what heaven was like. If not, he’d stare hell straight in the face.
He gritted his teeth and waited for her to stomp on his heart. Whatever her decision, he’d obey it. But once she gave herself to him, she’d be his forever.
He sensed the change in her a second before she slid her hands over his pecs, over the ridges in his stomach, and down to take the flaps of his jeans. She tugged the flaps apart then pushed his jeans to the floor. Dropping her gaze to his fully erect cock, she passed one finger over the oozing tip. His cock jerked and pointed straight at her. Crushing his mouth to hers, he groaned and clutched a handful of her hair.
Chapter Three
Reese stepped out of his jeans as he gripped her T-shirt and tore it away. She cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth on hers. He tugged on her lower lip and drove his fingers under the waist of her jeans. She grabbed his hands, stopping him from tearing her jeans away as he’d done her shirt. They stared at each other, each letting their eyes and the emotions playing over their faces tell the other what they were thinking. She swallowed, and he ached to kiss her smooth skin as her throat moved up and down, to soothe her, to tell her everything would be all right. To tell her that she was his.
All at once, she moved, her hands going over the backs of his. Their hands fumbled together to rid her of her jeans. At last her zipper was down, and together they pushed her jeans to her ankles.
As though needing to acknowledge what was about to happen, she let her gaze slide first over his nude body then down her own. She bit her lower lip, teasing him with the slight gesture. But he’d been patient long enough. He devoured her mouth again.
Picking her up without breaking the kiss, he bit first her upper lip then her tempting bottom lip. He carried her to the bed and fell on top of her. He kept his weight from crushing her, but she didn’t seem to care as she dug her fingernails into his arms and pulled him closer.
He swirled his tongue inside her mouth, savoring her delicious flavors. She tasted like berries and sugar, tangy yet sweet. He caressed her cheek even as his kiss took her mouth roughly, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. Skimming his hands over her body, he sought to remember her by touch, by scent, and by the connection buzzing out of him then into her only to return with added energy.
They broke apart, each of them dragging in