He buried his mouth in her, eating her with little bites and sucks and licks, wondering if he could come just from loving her like this. Her knees slammed into his head as she jerked and cried out. When he felt she was losing control, Derek stopped, hovering in front of her, licking her taste off his lips.
“Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes. No.”
Her hand closed around him as she rose in a half sitting position to reach him. He stifled a moan.
“I want this.”
Taking her hand off him before he ended the party early, Derek pushed her back to the bed, holding her hands up over her head.
Then he sank into her, so ready, so tight, that he couldn’t prevent himself from calling out,“Reese. ”
If it waspossible to die from pleasure, Reese knew someone should start planning her funeral.
She was lost, limp, taking Knight stroke after stroke, unable to even move against him, so sensitive and swollen and ripped with pleasure. Her mind was empty, her body was engorged, her eyes unable to stay open, her arms over her head, abandoned.
Knight’s finger ran over her lip and she kissed him, pulling him into her mouth, sucking lightly.
“Open your eyes, Reese.”
The raspy command had her forcing her lids apart, struggling to focus up on him, his body still deep inside hers, moving slower now, languorously. He moved the finger she had gotten wet down to her nipple and brushed across her.
Shuddering, she met his gaze, feeling the buildup reaching its peak, her inner thighs trembling, ready to free-fall into ecstasy.
“Reese,” he said, locking those double fudge eyes onto hers, “I’m in love with you.”
He thrust hard into her, and the breath rushed out of her from shock and his weight. Before she could think, she ran her hand along his cheek, overwhelmed with emotion. “I love you, too.”
His mouth covered hers, tongue plunging into her with an all-consuming kiss and she felt him come inside her, his armsaround her head, caging her into his passion. She followed him, crying out into his mouth as her orgasm overtook her in rapturous shudders.
Reese saw the future and it didn’t hold double dates in Brooklyn with her brother.
FIFTY-FIVE
Reese was on edge.She crossed and recrossed her legs in the conference room the next day, ignoring the chatter of the executives as she thought about last night.
It had been more than good sex. It had been more than mind-blowing sex. It had been a connection, an intimacy she’d never felt with any other man ever.
Yet this morning Knight had said nothing about his stunning pre-orgasm revelation. Instead, he had grumbled about her hogging the sheet, had stumbled off to the shower with barely a backwards glance, and had kissed her on the forehead before leaving to meet the other agents.
The forehead.
The bleeping forehead.
More than likely he was totally regretting his words, remembering that she wouldn’t exactly fit the yoga pants he had mentally picked out for his perfect suburban wife.
Yet his distance this morning equal parts pissed her off and broke her heart. She should never have told him she loved him back.
Geez. Her stomach rolled and pitched and she felt like she’d come down with a wicked case of PMS. Bloated and weepy,capable of biting off the head of the next man who dared to speak to her.
“Reese, can you get me some coffee?” Chatterton waved his hand towards the coffeepot on the buffet table.
Reese sighed. “Sure.” At least Chatterton hadn’t come on to her. Whoopee.
Jenkins was standing by the coffeepot and he gave her a sly look. She glared at him.
“That for Stan, Reese?”