He kissed her, covering her mouth with his, tasting her tongue as he moved his hands inside the bulky pants to cover the front of her satin panties. His thumb rushed over her as he sucked the tip of her tongue between his lips.
God, she tasted so good, and every time she was near him, he wanted her, a deep quaking quenching need that couldn’t be satisfied until he’d touched and tasted everywhere.
“Umm, the silky kind,” he whispered as he slid along the heated slope of her panties. “I like these the best.”
“I thought you liked the thong.” Reese kissed the corners of his mouth, her own hand exploring across the front of his jeans until she found his erection.
Not that it was hard to miss.
Especially after mention of the thong. “Maybe I’m not picky, I like whatever you’ve got on. Or even better—off.”
“Knight, it’s time to go. I told Claire I’d pick up the keys from the landlord at three o’clock.”
“You’re not talking to someone who cares.” Squatting down, he took her sweat pants and that scrap of satin down, exposing her pussy to him.
“Knight,” she warned, her thighs tense, her fingers digging at his shoulder flesh.
Reaching out, he put one thumb on either side of her and gently parted her until he could see her dewy pink folds. Hedipped his tongue in and tasted, running from one end to the other until he was throbbing with desire, his thumbs trembling as they held her.
He could feel the moment she gave in, when her fingers slackened on him, her head went back, her breath sighed, and when he tasted her again, she was wet and ready.
“We need to leave,” she said, even as the shopping bag she was holding tumbled from her hand onto the floor.
“No.”
“You can’t hold me here against my will.”
He sucked her clitoris, felt her shudder. “Who’s holding you against your will? I’m not pointing a gun at you.”
“No. And you don’t have me handcuffed, either.”
Something about her tone made him snap his head up. Her lips were parted, her eyelids heavy, her breasts jutting beneath his T-shirt. He thought about handcuffing Reese to his bed and swallowed hard. Those milky white arms, up over her head, her hair swinging back and forth as she strained to get free, her breasts tumbling over her chest.
His cock about ripped a hole in his jeans.
“Don’t move.”
“Is that an order?”
“Yes.” As he stood up, he stripped her T-shirt up and off, sucking her nipple through the satin of her bra. Above the smooth edge was a red bruise, marring her creamy skin.
It was from his mouth, several days before, sucking hard on her flesh, and the sight of it spurred him on, took his desire to new lengths, pushed him beyond rational. He loved turning her on, making her whimper, caressing her softness and burying himself in her.
Stay. He wanted her to stay.
Reaching around her back, he undid the clasp of her bra, let her breasts spring forward into his hands as she gave a lowmoan. Then he tossed that bra to the floor, and lifted her right leg. He worked the sweat pants off and then did the same to the left leg.
Leaning back, he took her in, every pale, soft, smooth, awe-inspiring inch of her. Her creamy skin was pink, flushed from her excitement, and her nipples were thrust forward. When her hands went up to sink into her hair, to push the thick lustrous strands off her face, he wished he could capture it. She was perfect. The moment was perfect, including the look in her eye.
She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
The tip of her tongue came out and wet her plump bottom lip.
Derek, eyes still trained on her, opened the drawer of the end table and felt around until his fingers closed over his handcuffs. When he pulled them out, Reese’s eyes widened.
“What the hell are those for?”
She knew precisely what they were for. Her hands pressed against her belly, low, like she’d felt the same jolt of desire that he had.