Chapter 8
Reagan
He’s surrounding me. It’s so hard to think when Tiago gets so close to me, and yet, I also like it when he does just that. I like how it feels when he holds me, even when it’s because I’m over his shoulder or pressed against the wall.
His kisses are powerful. When he kissed me earlier, I melted. I want to feel like that again. I want to know if this is real. Who meets a man and falls in love with him this fast?
I’ve heard of people saying they knew they were perfect for each other instantly, but I never fully believed it, and I certainly never expected to experience it.
My heart rate is elevated as I stare at his mouth.
Suddenly, he shoves off the wall. “You explore. I’m going to shower.” He gives me a quick kiss and turns to head for the bathroom. He pauses at the door. “Stay in this room, baby. You could seriously get lost in this mansion and die of starvation trying to find your way to the kitchen.”
I laugh. He’s exaggerating. “Okay.” Under his joke was the command, and I’m left thinking about how he orders me to do things as he shuts the bathroom door. Stay in this room, baby . He’s so bossy.
Part of me considers leaving the room just to get under his skin. Then I remember his threat to spank me and get hot and bothered all over again. Does Ryder really spank Claire? I bet he does. I suspect Tiago intends to do the same. They must have a dominant caveman gene.
When the water turns on in the shower, I wander closer to the door.
Tiago is naked just a few feet from me. I’d kind of like to see his body.
He’s so incredibly fit. I’d like to watch him shower.
I’m not that bold or daring, but I wish I were.
What would he do if I opened the bathroom door and stepped inside?
I don’t realize I haven’t done anything but stand here staring at the door until it quickly opens, making me flinch and take a step back. I’m embarrassed, and my face heats.
Tiago stands in the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel low on his hips. He grabs the doorframe with both hands, making himself seem larger than he is. His long, thick hair is wet, the curls dripping over his shoulders and down his chest. I want to run my hands through it.
“Have you been standing there the entire time I was in the shower, baby?”
I draw in a breath and nod.
“Come here,” he orders softly.
I hesitate and then step closer.
He white-knuckles the door frame. “Touch me, Reagan. I want to feel your hands on my chest.”
My hands are trembling as I reach up and set them on his pecs.
He’s rock solid. I smooth my palms up to his shoulders and then down to his waist. For the first time in my life, I want a man.
Really want him. I want to know what it will feel like to have him inside me.
I don’t care that we just met. It doesn’t matter.
I don’t even care if we don’t work out and this ends.
I want Tiago to make love to me. I want it to be him.
“What are you thinking, baby?” he asks in a sexy voice.
Licking my lips, I whisper, “I want it to be you.”
“You want what to be me?”
I meet his gaze, feeling brave. “I want you to have sex with me.”
“I will, baby. Millions of times.”
I blow out a breath. “Stop talking nonsense about marriage and babies. I’m talking about sex. Raw, sweaty sex. No strings attached. I want you to give me that.” I’ve never asked for anything this bluntly in my life. I’ve never put myself out there like this.
He releases the doorframe, steps closer until our bodies are touching, and slides his hands around until he tucks them in my back pockets.
“None of that is nonsense, Reagan. I mean every word. I want you in every imaginable way. I want my ring on your finger and my child in your belly. I want you to take that leap with me.”
I draw in a slow breath. “Maybe all of that is possible, but I can’t commit to it today, Tiago. I can only commit to the sex part today.”
He yanks me against him, so there is no mistaking the erection tenting his towel. “No.”
“No?”
He shakes his head. “I said I would wait until my ring is on your finger, and I meant it.”
I groan. “That’s barbaric. This is the twenty-first century. People don’t wait until they’re married to have sex.”
“Then, why are you a virgin?” he teases.
“Not intentionally. It just happened. I never met anyone I wanted to have sex with. Have you seen the men in this town? I’ve never left Wilde.”
“What about visitors?” he asks. “You’ve probably met more visitors than most of the people living here since they come to you to make reservations for adventures. In all the years you’ve been running your business, you’ve never met a single cute guy you wanted to have a fling with?”
I sigh. “No.”
“Do you know why?”
I scrunch my face. I’m not sure I want to hear his thoughts on this. “No, but you’re going to psychoanalyze it, aren’t you?”
He chuckles. “More like an obvious, cocky observation.”
“Oh, Lord. Let’s hear it.”
“They weren’t me.” He grins.
I roll my eyes. “Good grief.”
“Maybe you didn’t realize you were waiting for an older man with more experience who could rock your world.” His voice is filled with cocky glee.
“So, rock it.”
“Oh, I will. Over and over again.”
“But not until I agree to marry you.” Sheesh.
He shakes his head. “Not until you actually marry me.”
“I’m going to be a virgin forever.” I groan.
“Not forever. I’ll wear you down quickly.” Another grin before he turns me around and pats my ass. “Now, go sit on the bed like a good girl while I get dressed. Like you, I went into the bathroom without clean clothes.”
“Don’t get dressed on my account.” I turn back around and walk backward toward the bed. I want to watch his every move while he shuffles to the chest of drawers and opens the top one. He grabs briefs and a T-shirt before heading for the closet to snag a pair of jeans off a hanger.
The infuriating man waggles his brows at me on the way by.
His erection is so prominent that I’m surprised it hasn’t knocked the towel off his hips.
I should have yanked the towel away when I had the chance, but part of me is afraid to see how large that thing is.
I’d probably have nightmares worrying about it fitting inside me.
He doesn’t take long in the bathroom, and then he stalks toward me. This time, his long hair is still damp but combed. He surprises me when he sets a hand between my breasts and gives a shove so I fall onto my back.
I giggle, but my laughter stops quickly when he grabs my ankles, tugs me to the edge of the bed, and then parts my legs with his huge hands on my inner thighs.
I start panting. I’ve never felt more vulnerable or aroused in my life. “Did you change your mind?”
“No, but I intend to change yours.” He presses my thighs so wide that my knees touch the bed, and then he holds me splayed open like this while he lowers his face to my inner knee and kisses a path to my pussy.
I nearly fly off the bed when he drags his nose along the edge of my panties right next to my sex.
He’s right about these shorts. They hide nothing.
Especially not if he’s going to part my legs so obscenely.
He has full access to my pussy. He could easily reach under the edge of both my shorts and panties and finger me.
I cry out and grab the top of his head when his tongue teases the elastic where his nose had been. I thread my fingers in his hair. “Tiago…” My voice is breathy.
Suddenly, he abandons my pussy to nose my shirt up and kiss my stomach. He teases my belly button with his tongue.
“You’re right…” I whisper.
He lifts his head, eyes wide with surprise. “You’ll marry me?”
I shake my head. “No, you’re right about older men having the experience to rock my world. You’re already rocking my universe.”
“You don’t have anything to compare it to. Maybe I suck.” He lifts a brow. “I guess I don’t know what base you let Greg get to.”
I wince. “Gross. Not even second. Can we not talk about him?”
“Gladly.” Tiago resumes kissing my exposed stomach before nosing my tank higher so he has more bare skin to kiss.
I’m writhing and he’s not even touching me anywhere important.
When he lifts his head again, he releases my thighs to reach for the hem of my shirt, where it’s bunched under my breasts. He looks at me. “May I see more of you, Reagan?”
I nod.
Where did polite, respectful Tiago come from? I guess maybe he was always polite and respectful but with a handful of bossy.
Tiago pushes my tank up and off my body.
I’m breathing so heavily, and I feel like I’m not getting enough oxygen. Nothing in my life compares with watching Tiago stare at my body. I’m still wearing a bra and my shorts and panties, but he looks like he could devour me whole, and I really wish he would.
“Can you come without those vibrators, baby?”
I swallow. “No.” At least, not before today.
He doesn’t respond as he lowers his gaze to my breasts again before leaning over to kiss the bare skin between them. He drags his tongue along the edge of the lace like he did my panties a few minutes ago.
When he reaches under my bra to flick his tongue over my nipple, I cry out and arch my chest. I need more.
I reach for his shirt, wanting to pull it over his head so I can see and feel his chest. He obliges me by reaching over his shoulder with one hand to yank the cotton T-shirt off. He tosses it aside. “That’s all you get, baby.”
“Why do you get more?” I ask. He’s already got more. My nipples are such hard points behind my bra that he’s getting an eyeful without direct contact.
“Because I’m the boss.”
I snicker. “You can’t be the boss of me, Tiago.”
“Sure, I can. You’re going to let me because you’re going to learn that you love it when I’m in charge.”
“Maybe in the bedroom, but you can’t be in charge everywhere.”
“Sure, I can,” he repeats.
I sigh. I don’t want to argue with him right now. I want him to lick my nipples. He’s so intense that I’m growing more aroused from his heated gaze by the second. I rise onto my elbow, lean to one side, and reach back with my hand to unfasten my bra.
Tiago watches in awe as I slide the straps down my arms and throw the lace to the side. I’ve never been this forward before, but it’s worth it just to see the look on his face as I lie back.
His voice is gravelly when he says, “Lift your arms above your head, baby.”
I tremble as I obey him. I’m so exposed. It’s impossible not to feel like I’m the queen of the universe while I watch him look at me.
His hands come around my waist and ease up until he grazes the undersides of my breasts with his thumbs.
I arch as a strange whimper escapes my lips. I feel so wanton and needy. “Please…”
“What do you need, baby?”
“Please kiss my nipples, Tiago.”
“Good girl.” He lowers his lips to one of my nipples and flicks it with his tongue.
I groan and arch farther, reaching my breast toward his mouth. My eyes flutter shut as I concentrate on the feel of his lips and tongue on my swollen, sensitive bud.
When he suddenly sucks my nipple into his mouth, I let out a scream.
He sucks harder and lets it go with a pop. “You’re so fucking responsive. My cock is so hard.”
“Let me see?”
He shakes his head and sucks my other nipple just as hard, causing it to become engorged like its twin.
I fist the comforter behind my head to keep from moving my hands.
Tiago kisses a path down my stomach and then lower until his lips are on the crease between my legs again.
I’m so close to coming that the room is spinning. He hasn’t even touched me where I most need attention, and he’s not using a vibrator.
When I try to close my legs, he grabs my inner thighs and holds me open. He kisses the sensitive skin near my core again before switching to the other side.
I can’t believe how aroused I am, and it keeps growing as he licks and kisses and even sucks the skin so very close to my pussy without touching it.
“Tiago…” I beg. “Please…”
He lifts his head, releases one of my thighs, and flattens his palm against my pussy.
I scream again when he grinds his palm against my clit over my shorts and panties.
“Come for me, Reagan.”
As if his voice is capable of commanding me to do anything he wants, I do as I’m told. My body writhes as my pussy pulses over and over against the firm pressure.
When he finally eases his hand away, I’m panting and limp. I don’t even close my legs. I lie here with my arms high and legs bent and open, sated and unmoving.
Tiago kisses a path up my stomach and between my breasts, until he reaches my mouth. He kisses me repeatedly, gently, nibbling around my lips until he finally lifts his head and meets my gaze. “Do you doubt our compatibility now, baby?”
“No.” I never doubted it before.
“You’re going to marry me. Sooner rather than later. And then I’m going to fully claim that pussy and come so hard against your cervix that you get pregnant on our wedding night.”
I lick my lips. “You’re crazy.”
He shrugs. “You’re mine.”
How does he make his barbaric plan sound so attractive? I’m shockingly close to agreeing to the entire insanity.