12. Willa
Chapter 12
Willa
R EID IS KISSING me. Again. Angels are singing, and Reid is kissing me.
You’d think I’d be used to this by now. It’s the third time.
I am nowhere near used to it.
No one gets used to this kind of kiss, and if they do, good for them, but that is most definitely not me.
How a man like him wants someone like me is a mystery that I will never solve. But for now, I give in to it. I let myself drown in the feel of his arms around me, the scratchy fabric of the old couch on my skin, his masculine scent, all of it overwhelming in the best way as I sigh into him.
He groans. “Willa, you’re killing me.”
He tastes like the lemonade I made him, tart yet sweet. He tilts my head, his hand on my chin, taking sips of me the same way he sipped the drink.
But I’m killing him ? Dude. A heavy ache settles in my core, and my breasts are taut with want. “Not as much as you’re killing me, Reid MacKinnon.”
He sucks in a breath and pulls back, his eyes a dark emerald, blown with lust so that I can barely see the rim of his irises. “I need to taste you, Willa.”
A shiver snakes through me.
He frowns. “Are you cold?”
I shake my head, another shiver wracking my body.
He pulls me on top of him with a sinful growl, my knees bracketing his hips as his strong arms encircle me once more. There’s no mistaking the bulge in his jeans, and it’s instinctual to rock against it.
He shifts beneath me, gently meeting my thrusts. “Fuck, Willa.” His hands slip up the loose fabric of my shirt, lightly grazing my overheated skin. My eyes roll back in my head as my breath hitches, the sensation almost too much to bear.
“So silky,” he murmurs, nipping at my lips before claiming them again as he wraps his hands around my breasts.
We moan together, the sound ratcheting my arousal up another notch. He runs his thumbs over my nipples, and I arch into him, lifting and pressing my hips against the fabric of his jeans.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Willa,” he says, exhaling a ragged breath. “I—fuck.”
“Same,” I manage back. I rip my top off, clumsy as always, but so desperate for him to have as much of me as he wants that I can’t be bothered to care. I claw at his shirt, whimpering. “Off. Please.”
He pushes up enough for me to pull the fabric off, and then his skin is against mine, and I’m delirious because, holy cow, this man.
His lips are on my neck, hot and wet. “Fucking pajamas, Willa. All day with the pajamas,” he growls, his lips traveling down as his hand snakes up to pull my hair out of its ponytail.
I throw my head back, absolutely lost to the sensation of being seduced by him. The feel of his mouth as it travels down my collarbone and stops, nipping and sucking, is next level. Who kisses like this? I understand now that I have never been kissed. Not really. Not in any way that counts.
His lips travel lower, locking onto a nipple and making me surge upward. “Oh God,” I choke out.
One hand grips my ass as the other holds me against him. “Take what you want, baby,” he commands, then swirls his tongue over my nipple.
I mewl, sounding far too much like Midnight for my own comfort, but I can’t stop myself. Then Reid surges upright, taking me with him in a smooth motion that has me on my back on the couch and him crouching between my legs.
“Let me taste you, Willa. Can I do that?”
All I can do is stare. He’s asking permission? Obviously, the answer is yes. Only I can’t manage to make my voice work because when I try, all I do is squeak.
He smiles, those damn dimples popping and his eyes twinkling. “Is that a yes?”
I’m going to pass out. Just poof: Pass right the fuck out. But I keep my shit together long enough to shake my head vigorously. “Y-yes,” I say, only it’s more of a hoarse whisper.
He starts to slide down me.
“Wait!”
He stops and looks up.
“I need—” I scoot up, forcing him back on his haunches. “I need to see you.”
His smile broadens. “Whatever you want, Willa. Take your time.”
And so for one glorious minute—or five, I have no idea—I take my fill of him. He’s…stunning. Darkly tanned skin that’s taut with muscles upon muscles. He’s fit, but not bulky. There’s at least one tattoo, no, two, that deserve closer inspection when I’m not out of my head with disbelief that he’s between my legs, waiting on me to give him the green light. Ignoring the bit of gauze taped over what I know must be where he was shot, I run my hands over his chest, watching his expression as I do so, trying to gauge what he might like.
“Like you mean it,” he says, putting his hands over mine and pressing them onto his chest. “Touch me like you mean it.”
His muscles flex beneath my touch, and when I lick my lips, his eyes follow the movement hungrily.
“Need your skin,” he mutters, bending back over to kiss me. “Need every bit of your sweet taste, Willa.”
He claims my mouth over and over, his hips canting into mine relentlessly, pulsing slowly, and I’m nearly out of my head with desire. “Reid,” I whisper.
“Now, can I taste you?” he asks. “I want to make you feel good.”
I nod, and he flashes a dazzling smile before sliding down the couch.
He rises and tucks his thumbs beneath the waist of my sleep shorts, a final question in his expression. I nod, and he peels them down, then swears. “No panties?”
“I don’t wear them to bed, and then you came by, and I never…” I trail off. “Probably should have put real clothes on. Guess that was rude of me.”
He rips his gaze away from where he’s been transfixed and meets my eyes. “Sweetheart, it was the farthest thing from rude. It was a goddamn gift.”
Then he descends, sliding most of his body off the couch to settle his face between my thighs. He breathes in, then swears again, this time more softly. “Gorgeous.”
I’m holding my breath, and it’s only when his lips press onto my pubic bone that it leaves me in a rush. “F-f-fuck,” I choke out.
“You have no idea, Willa,” he groans. “You’re soaked.”
“Of course I am,” I retort, squirming under his inspection. “Look at you.”
He huffs a laugh, the breath of it hitting my over-sensitized flesh. “No, sweetheart. It’s all you.” And with that, he presses his mouth to me, and I buck against him.
“Oh God, I’m sorry,” I say, trying to be still.
He sucks at me lazily, his tongue swirling and licking as if he’s got all the time in the world. One hand trails up my bent leg while his other gently guides me to spread for him. “Don’t hold back, Willa. Don’t you dare.”
Well.
In that case.
Then he stops talking, all his attention focused between my legs, and I soar into the stars. His mouth is beyond talented, and I hitch in breath after breath, trying to keep my wits about me. But it’s impossible. His tongue dips into me, as his thumb spreads me farther.
“Let go, sweetheart,” he urges.
My hands thread into his hair as he hums against my body. He clamps onto my clit, and I jerk, moaning at the sensation. When he pushes a finger into me, I cry out. “Oh God. Oh God, ohmygod Reid.” Then I’m chanting and begging him not to stop, and all I know is his mouth and his fingers.
His other hand reaches up for my breast, squeezing it almost painfully, and it’s exactly what I need. All sensation swirls and locks into motion, the sweet tightening of pleasure finally releasing and tipping me into bliss. “Reid!” I yell as the orgasm takes over, and I lose control of my body, my hips bucking into his face as I ride out the most intense orgasm of my life.
Reid takes me all the way through it, never letting up, following my lead, easing up only when I collapse into the couch cushions. I blink back into real life as his lips touch the inside of my thigh, then move up to my belly.
When he gets to my mouth, he kisses me deeply, and I taste myself on him. It’s hot. Far more erotic than I thought it would be. He pulls away and grins. “You, sweet Willa, look thoroughly debauched. It’s a great look. ”
I giggle. “Thank you?” I ask. Then I yawn, and it’s loud and big. I cover my mouth. “Sorry,” I murmur.
He kisses my forehead. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
He returns a few moments later with a warm, wet washcloth and wipes between my legs. It’s sweet and intimate, and I don’t know what to do.
“Relax,” he says, his voice soft and soothing.
“Mmm,” is all I can say in response. I close my eyes and listen to him talk about everything and nothing.
The next thing I know, I wake up and Midnight is mewing, wanting to be let down to go to the litter box. I sit up, more than a little discombobulated and trying to figure out what’s happened.
It’s late. Very late. I’m covered with a blanket, and still very much naked.
My cheeks flame. Oh my God. I fell asleep after Reid MacKinnon made me come.
I am, officially, the worst.
The man gives me the best oral sex of my life—not that he had a lot of competition, but still—and I fall asleep on him.
Mortified doesn’t begin to cover it.
I let Midnight out of the blanket prison she’s gotten herself into, then pad into my bedroom. I put on fresh pajamas and fall into bed, snuggling into the cool sheets in the hope they relieve my overheated body.