Chapter 10 #2
Reed’s head tilted, and I matched the movement, closing my eyes as his lips moved against mine in a bruising, breathy kiss.
I could feel my heart spasming in my chest as his tongue licked inside.
He didn’t rush; he took his time to taste me, and the muscles in my legs tightened as I arched against him.
I could feel that kiss with every fibre of my being: along my spine and in my sex: everything was pulsing with need. Gliding my hands through his thick mass of hair, I moaned as his strong, leather-bound thighs brushed against mine.
Reed’s hands were twisted in my hair, and the kiss became greedier. I welcomed that pull as his mouth became more demanding, scorching hot.
I had a flashing image of another time we had shared at that very beach. It had been late one Sunday evening, and Reed had brought me there in his Jeep. We were both dreading school that following morning, as it was exam week.
I was wearing a long, flowing dress. I remember how he had dragged me onto his lap and slid his hands beneath the skirt section.
His hungry gaze never left mine as he pulled my thong to one side.
The way his fingers had stroked my slit and how my arousal had coated his skin.
Even there in the open, where anyone could have caught us.
I had thrown my head back, the climax I’d felt causing me to cry out, the sound echoing down the beach. It hadn’t taken long for Reed to free himself from his sweat pants before he lifted me and impaled me on his hard shaft: taking his cock so deep, I’d seen stars.
That was the first time he told me he loved me.
The beach had been empty, but no one would have been able to see beneath my clothes that we were joined together as one.
It was like another one of our secrets. That was also the first time I’d allowed Reed to come inside of me.
It had been so exciting, letting Reed take me raw with no barrier.
We would have been around eighteen years old, and it had been hot, angry make-up sex after the Tate bombshell.
The waves had picked up and crashed in the background, and in the distance, I could hear kids shouting and playing, but nothing else mattered but that moment.
The kiss went on, heating my body against the sudden chill in the air as my jacket parted.
It was much rawer than it had been that night at the club, an assault on the senses.
The rough beard on Reed’s chin grazed my skin; he was so satisfyingly male, and I stroked my tongue against his.
A delicious shiver ran through me as Reed growled and drew his teeth over my bottom lip.
I kept my hands around his neck as he pulled back and placed his forehead against mine. “Please, Storm. I need you.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. The magic of our afternoon together lingered as I remembered how good we used to be together.
No matter how hard I had fought it, our hearts remained connected.
At one point, I’d convinced myself that Reed would have moved on, built a new life, and excised me from his old one. I was wrong.
As Reed lifted his head, I noticed his expression changed from desire to curiosity. I glanced down at my shoulder. My jacket had fallen off at one side, and my tee had shifted from when I’d been writhing against him. The top of the thin white scar across my collarbone was showing.
Dropping my hands from around his neck, Reed lifted his fingers and pulled the cotton of my top down, revealing more of that injury. It was the one I had gotten when I’d crashed my car on the way to meet him, four years ago.
“You said things change. How did you get this? You didn’t have it before,” Reed questioned, his eyes burning into the skin there. I raised my hand and stopped his fingers from tracing the area.
Thinking on my feet, I said, “I had to have an operation. A tendon issue, due to tennis.”
“It looks a bit rough to have been a planned surgery.”
“It was a last-minute thing.” I lied. It was a disfigurement after all, and I hated it.
I remember how I cried about it to Harper weeks after my recovery.
Harper had scars and was so understanding and helpful.
My friend told me I’d come to accept it, but I still wasn’t at that stage.
It wasn’t a vanity thing; it reminded me of what I’d lost that night.
And now that thing I had lost was standing right in front of me, staring down at that mark without knowing its true meaning.
“Does it bother you?” I asked, momentarily dazed.
He frowned, lifting his chin. “Of course not, at least, not in the way you mean. It’s a blemish, and it only makes you more human.
” Reed then lowered his head, placed a kiss there, and pushed my top back over the area.
“I just wish I’d been there for you during your recovery.
The sight of this bothers me more.” The latter part of that sentence made my gut clench.
He was referring to Jasper’s ring on the necklace I was wearing.
Again, a surge of annoyance that I hadn’t left it in the car hit me.
I swallowed, keeping my mouth shut. What could I say?
Fortunately, I didn’t need to reply as he took the chain and pulled it.
At first, I thought he was going to snap the links, but he didn’t.
Reed just threaded the chain so the ring fell out of sight and down my back.
He then kissed the skin of my neck, before drawing back with that same question in his eyes.
“Please, Storm. Stay with me? Just for one night?”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.”
And I did that one thing I had promised myself I wouldn’t do.
I surrendered. “Yes, Reed. OK. I’ll stay with you.”
“Yes?” The way his face morphed into hope seared into me.
“Yes, but only for tonight.”
And with those words, I sealed my fate.
We drove back along the freeway in silence, anticipation of what was to come pumping through my veins. As Reed pulled the bike into the lot beneath the Bayberry Hotel, I climbed off. He helped me with the catch on my helmet and asked if I was OK after our ride.
After ensuring the bike was secure, he took my hand and led me to the elevator, swiping his key card to access it.
We rode in silence, my hand in his, and as we got to the door into his suite, Reed turned and looked down at me.
I knew it was a bad idea; he should have remained as part of my past. He was also a client. I was blurring the lines, but at that point, I couldn’t stop myself.
“Now is the time for second thoughts. Are you sure about this?”
“More than anything else in my life right now,” I replied truthfully.
Reed’s expression was full of warmth and lustful intentions, and I knew my face would mirror that.
He pushed open the door and tugged me into the room, kicking the wood closed with his booted foot.
I didn’t even have time to take in his suite before he threw his motorcycle gloves onto the floor, turned, and pinned me against the door.
We were all fingers and thumbs as he started to slide my jacket off, my hands lifting to the zip on his leathers while toeing off my boots.
Reed discarded my coat and moved to help with the stiff zip of his jacket. Finally, he managed to wiggle his broad shoulders out and kick off his own boots, and I lifted the tee off my head.
There was nothing overly romantic in the way we shed our clothing; it was quick and desperate, and as I stood there in my jeans and bra, we were both breathing heavily. Reed’s tee was plastered to his chest, showing off all the bumps of his mouthwatering pectorals.
“Let’s take this someone more comfortable,” he husked, bending to lift me off my feet bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck, taking in that masculine scent mingled with biker leather.
Our eyes clashed as Reed lowered me onto the bed and stood back. “God, I’ve missed you,” he said, his hands going to the flies of his pants.
I pushed up on my elbows and watched him tug the leathers down until he was standing in black silk boxer briefs. His huge cock was tenting the front, and I almost licked my lips.
Reed glanced down to where I was focused before his smug smile turned wolfish. Suppressing a shiver, I forced myself to look back up into his gorgeous face. I noticed that his jawline was sharper and those cheekbones were much more defined.
“I hope you’re ready, Teacup, as I don’t know how much foreplay I’m capable of right now. I haven’t touched you properly, and I’m ready to explode.”
Lifting my gaze, I raised an eyebrow, casting him a sultry look. “Then you’d better get over here, Prescott, and put your mouth on me already.”
And he needed no further encouragement as he stood out of the leathers, reached over his shoulder, and yanked his tee off over his head. I swallowed, a flutter of nerves stirring in my belly as he then released his cock from his underwear.
He was lean but still so solid as I scanned every ripple of muscle and that Vee that pointed down at his crotch like an arrow.
I could see he was painfully hard and engorged, and knew at that point that he was telling the truth about how close he was already.
I was the same; my panties were soaked just from the buildup to that very moment.
The way Reed looked in his leathers was so fucking hot, but out of them even more so.
My breath caught in my throat as I checked out his huge, muscled torso. The wolf tattoo he shared with his brothers leered at me with a silent hunger. I noticed there was much more ink on his body than when we were teenagers.
A thrill ran through me as Reed bent over and placed his hands on the bed, moving up the mattress towards me like a panther about to strike.
I was still wearing my jeans and grinned as Reed moved over me with that cat-like grace.