“Still sorry you missedthe parade?” He knocked his knee against hers as they sat side by side at the kitchen counter. The kitchen lights were off to save Neve’s headache, and three fat candles bathed the space in a romantic glow. Together, they had cooked breakfast for dinner—“brinner.” He’d made quick work of his meal minutes before, but Neve was moaning over cheesy eggs in a way that made it hard for him to keep his hands to himself. That madeithard, period. Especially because she wore only a robe, and now that he knew what hid beneath it, he wanted to go exploring all over again. He could so easily reach over and slip his hand through the gap at her neckline and touch … and touch … and touch.
She must have noticed him perving out because she sat up and cinched the opening together, though to his delight, it slackened as soon as she leaned forward for another bite of eggs.
He was dressed in a T-shirt and the same gym shorts, which were proving a poor container for the optimistic appendage that kept rising from half-mast to full-mast. Keeping himself under control hadn’t been this big a challenge since he’d been in high school. He also couldn’t remember being as aggressive with a woman as he’d been with Neve in the bedroom, but he liked what she brought out in him, especially sincesheseemed to like it. The way she affected him was visceral, as if he’d regressedtens of thousands of years—waybeyond high school—to a feral state where no cerebral activity at any level took place. Purely primal. Remembering how she had rubbed herself with his dick, feeling her soft skin teasing his tip—not to mention her tongue, her lips—made his shaft swell to a painful hardness. Fuck dinner. He was ready for dessert.
“You okay over there?” She slid him a mischievous side-eye.
“I will be as soon as you’re done with dinner.” He rested his hand on her thigh and snaked it beneath the hem of her robe. Miles of velvety skin beckoned him to caress, and he traced tiny circles with his thumb.
“What did you have in mind?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
Another impulse seized him. “I’ll show you. You keep right on enjoying your dinner. Don’t mind me.” He slid from his seat to his knees and wormed his way between her and the counter. She gasped as he swiftly undid her robe, shoved the garment out of his way to expose her creamy thighs, and pushed her legs apart. Cupping her ass, he drew her forward along her wooden seat until she met his mouth.
She let out a surprised gasp.
He splayed her wide with his fingers, and his tongue got busy tasting her, laving her, spearing her. Her fork clattered to her plate, and she leaned back in her chair, scooting forward, right where he wanted her. Her head dropped back, and she moaned … loudly. Pearl whimpered from her bed in the corner, but Neve reassured the dog she was okay, though it came out in a harsh garble Reece wasn’t sure the dog could understand.Hebarely understood it, and he spoke human fluently.
Pearl settled down, and Reece turned all his attention to the banquet laid out in front of him. He nibbled and feasted, holding said banquet in place as she writhed on the seat. She panted and whimpered and kicked, kindling a burgeoning need inside him that strained his cock to the point of bursting. He kept at it.
What had gotten into him? The need to know how loud he could make her scream. The urgency to find out how far he could push her. How hard could he make her come? The possibilities charged him up.
He discovered that answer a moment later when her body seized and juddered in place. She wailed her release.
And God, he loved it!
“Reece, stop!” she begged.
Pausing his assault, he looked up at her lust-drunk eyes and her flushed skin. Her chest rose and fell, making her tits sway enticingly. The sight pulled him from his crouch. He took a rosy bud in his mouth. “What do you need me to stop?” He clamped down, then soothed it with his tongue.
“I need to catch my breath,” she half panted, half laughed. “And the windows. People can see. The neighbors.”
“There’s no one there.” Furthermore, what little view the neighbors had—if they’d been there—was blocked by trees. “Even if there is,” he reasoned, “it’s too dark in here to see anything.” Argument over, he moved to the other breast and repeated his show of appreciation. Then he took command of her mouth, his tongue stroking hers so she could taste herself.
He drew back and scanned her boneless body slumped in the seat, highlighted by the candles’ amber flames.So fucking beautiful.
“You’re merciless,” she accused.
“Not true. And I’ll prove it. You catch your breath while I take the dishes over to the sink.”
“Then what?” Her breathing was still ragged, and he felt a beam of self-satisfaction warm him all over.
“Then get ready ’cause I’m coming for your sweet ass.”
She squirmed into an upright position and began gathering her robe together. He gently batted her hands away. “That’s not what I meant by getting ready.”
She caught him by surprise when she rubbed her fingers along the fabric barely containing his rock-hard shaft. “Does getting ready have something to do with this?”
He wagged a finger at her and cleared the counter. The dishes rattled as he hurriedly off-loaded them. Wasting no time, he returned and lifted her to her feet, slipped off her robe, and perched her rump on the counter. He couldn’t keep from dipping his head to suck her pearly peaks once more.
She wrapped her hands around his head, tunneling her fingers into his hair, shooting goose bumps over his scalp as she urged him to take more.
A soft giggle escaped her. “Didn’t know you were a boob man.”
He didn’t know if the label fit, but he was quickly becoming a convert. And hedidknow one thing. “I love your tits,” he murmured as he lavished them. He raised his head and cupped one in each hand, strumming her nipples as he mined her eyes. “Is that okay to say?” She nodded. “I lovehow they fill my hands.” Lowering his gaze, he blatantly admired them, relishing their weight. She ran her hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and clasped them behind his neck, letting him look his fill. The gleam in her eyes bordered on a challenge.
Fuck, he was so hard it hurt.
“Lie back,” he growled. While she lowered herself to her elbows, he yanked off his clothes and pushed aside the bar stools, nearly knocking one over. He gathered her legs around his waist. Her eyes were riveted to his. Hands gripping her hips, he drove into her slick heat—slickness and heathe’dkindled inside her—and nearly lost it on that first stroke. It wasn’t merely the friction or the overwhelming sensation of being cocooned deep inside her, it was the look of pure ecstasy in her expression. Her lids closed, and her back met the countertop and arched, as if she was offering him the very thing he’d been drooling over.
