Four
FOUR
Reagan
Hart and I had barely walked into the room when I turned, draped my arms over his shoulders, and went in for a kiss of my own. And the second kiss is where things took that turn. Because that was when his tongue swept into my mouth, exploring and tasting as his hands roamed.
Even fully clothed, Hart’s exploration of my body with just his hands was leaving me feeling desperate. What would happen when I no longer had any clothes on?
Too eager to wait for answers, I took the first step in leading us there. I tugged his shirt up his torso, ultimately forcing us to separate our mouths so we could toss it aside. Before Hart went in and kissed me again, before I could even touch his muscled chest, shoulders, or abdomen, he brought his hands to the buttons at the front of my blouse and worked to undo them.
There was a look mixed of intense desire and excitement in his expression as his eyes focused on what his fingers were doing. I allowed my eyes to drift over his stunning physique. I’d already imagined it was impeccable, but I hadn’t been able to imagine anything quite this perfect.
One by one, he undid the buttons while making the effort to separate the front halves of my shirt from one another. It was as though he enjoyed the slow reveal of my body beneath the material.
I was caught between focusing on the look on his face as he undressed me and the way he smelled. There was something about his masculine scent that I loved. It was so unique to him, and I couldn’t get enough.
When Hart got to the last button, he lifted his gaze to meet mine, and his lips twitched. Something passed between us for just a moment before he pulled the shirt apart and tugged it down my arms. Once it was gone, I finally did what I’d been wanting to do since his shirt was lost.
I reached my hands out and touched his bare skin. Despite the rock-solid muscle and strength and power beneath, his skin was soft and smooth. There was a level of sensitivity there that I hadn’t anticipated, too. Because when my fingertips drifted down from his chest, the muscles in his abdomen twitched. A small wave of pride washed over me at the knowledge I could make this man react in such a way.
Tipping my chin up to look at him again, my palms drifted up, and I stepped close and pressed my body against his. One of Hart’s hands came to the middle of my back and expertly unfastened my bra.
And the next thing I knew, I was on my back in my bed with Hart’s big body hovering over mine.
He brought his hand to the center of my chest, curled his fingers around my bra, and yanked it from my body. The movement was so unexpectedly quick that I hadn’t been prepared when he dove in and captured one of my breasts in his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my back arching off the bed and sending my breast deeper into his mouth.
Hart groaned, his hands squeezing my breasts and pressing them close together, so he could effortlessly move from one to the other.
Teasing.
Tasting.
Sucking.
Hart had barely gotten started, and I was already a mess of want and need and desire. Neither one of us was fully naked, but somehow, that didn’t seem to matter. It was entirely possible Hart would be able to take me where I desperately wanted to go without having to undress me completely.
At that thought, I realized I didn’t want that.
If he was going to give this to me, if we were going to do this, I wanted all that I could get.
“Please,” I begged.
That single word forced his fingers to grip me just a touch harder before he lifted his head to look at me. “What is it, Reagan? What do you need from me?”
His fingers flicked over my nipples. Pinned beneath him, his thighs straddling mine, I attempted to roll my hips.
Friction.
I needed friction.
Pressure.
Something.
“Please, Hart. I need more.”
A satisfied smile spread across his face, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking over my nipples. I sent him a pleading look as I squirmed beneath him, and he chuckled.
Hart shifted his body back and rose off the bed, but his hands never left my body. They trailed down my sides toward my hips, where he stopped and squeezed before shifting them to the button and zipper of my dress pants.
In an instant, I understood why his muscles had twitched beneath my touch. Because as he worked at the waistband of my pants and his knuckles brushed lightly against my skin, I shuddered.
Hart disposed of my pants and underwear, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight of me naked. I didn’t mind so much, even if I was eager to have him acting upon the desire evident in his stare.
After giving him what I thought was ample time to look, I felt left out. So, I sat up and went for his jeans. Hart didn’t fight me, allowing me to strip him naked without a second thought.
And just as I had suspected for a long time, my mystery man had not an ounce of fat on him. He was utter perfection… everywhere.
I licked my lips and curled my fingers around his length, tipping my chin up to look at him. Hart clenched his jaw, clearly struggling not to react. But when I offered a firm stroke, he groaned.
He gave me just enough time to smile at him before he demanded, “Up on your knees, shortcake.”
Shortcake?
My belly dipped, and I blinked in surprise at both the command and the nickname. I could have stopped to talk about both, but the sound of his voice had me losing my hold on him, so I could shift to my knees as swiftly as possible.
I’d barely released him when his hand came to my wrist. “Keep your hand right where it is, doing exactly what you’re doing.”
I dipped my chin with understanding and kept my hand on him as I got onto my knees. Hart nodded approvingly, one half of his mouth quirking with a smile. He didn’t give me much time to appreciate that look when his hand went between my legs.
His fingers teased me as his other hand curled around the back of my neck and held me there while his mouth descended on mine.
The loneliness we’d spoken of became a distant memory. With the way Hart kissed and touched me, how he left my pulse pounding, I couldn’t think about anything besides what he was doing to me.
And he was doing plenty.
I still hadn’t grown accustomed to the way he kissed. That alone was enough to have me distracted.
But his hand?
Oh, his hand was like magic.
God, he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Even with his opposite hand at the back of my neck, he couldn’t keep my mouth connected to his. The pleasure he was delivering was so overwhelming, I had to pull back from his kiss and drop my head back to moan.
Fortunately, I wasn’t the only one who seemed to be affected by what was happening. Even though he was doing enough to render me useless, I managed to continue stroking Hart’s cock. With my eyes closed, my head dropped forward and landed against his chest. Hart’s teeth bit down lightly on the skin where my shoulder met my neck, and he let out a deep groan.
Hart tugged on my hair, pulled his face from my neck, and kept his gaze pinned on mine as we both continued to touch one another. Our lips were parted, our breathing growing more and more shallow by the second.
I was climbing so high, doing it much faster than I anticipated, and my nails dug into his shoulder. My body was buzzing with aches of pleasure. “I’m going to come.”
There was a gleam in his eyes as his fingers worked me harder. “Come apart for me, Reagan.”
It hit.
Hard and fast, wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. It was everything I could do to remain upright on my knees, holding on to him.
Hart’s hand worked me through it, eventually slowing to a stop when I made it to the other side. I tipped my chin up to meet his gaze. “Wow.”
Soft laughter spilled out of him. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “How could I not be?”
“Want to be better?”
Even though I absolutely wanted to see what else he could do, I cocked a brow. “Is that even possible?”
His eyes danced with amusement. “Seems like someone doubts my capabilities.”
Hart bent down and lifted his jeans in his hands, forcing me to lose my hold on him. He yanked out his wallet and pulled out a condom. And as he rolled it on, I watched and licked my lips at the thought of having him inside me.
“As much doubt as she has, it’s clear she’s eager.” His voice broke into my thoughts, forcing me to tear my attention away from what was right in front of me, so I could look him in the eyes.
“It seems you’re just as eager,” I noted.
He didn’t dare argue that point.
Instead, he gave orders. “Scoot back and lay down, Reagan. Spread your legs for me.”
A shiver ran along my spine before I followed his command and scooted back. With my back on the bed and soles of my feet planted on the mattress with my knees bent and pressed tight together, I locked my gaze on his.
There was an undeniable look of longing in his expression, like he was craving me. Though he’d been more than generous with me already, I liked the idea of playing a little game with him.
So, I waited, teasing him by just barely separating my thighs. It wasn’t nearly enough for him to get a look at what he wanted.
His hands balled into fists at his sides, his jaw clenching the entire time. “Spread your legs, Reagan. I won’t ask a third time.”
Part of me was tempted to defy him, to deny his request in hopes of seeing how he might respond, but there was something in his voice when he offered up that command a second time that had me more than eager to do anything he pleased.
Slowly, I separated my feet. A moment later, I parted my thighs.
Hart’s eyes dropped between my legs, a hunger swirling in his stare that nobody had ever bestowed upon me. “You’re perfection, shortcake.”
There was that word again.
I was going to ask him about it, but he lost control of what he was feeling and moved.
He put a knee to the bed and climbed in, his calloused palms running along the sides of my thighs and sending more shivers across my skin. Those hands made it to my hips, lifted me slightly, and squeezed before the fingers on his right hand crawled along the crease at the top of my leg and stopped just between my thighs. He rubbed my clit lightly, somehow holding me in place as I squirmed.
“You’re going to come for me again. Do you know that?”
“Please,” I breathed, desperate for the teasing to stop. I needed more.
“What’s the matter?”
There was far too much delight in his tone. I already came once. I should have been good. How was he so restrained?
“I can’t. Please, I need more. I need to feel you.”
Evidently, that was what Hart had been waiting for. Because he didn’t waste another minute. His thumb left my clit, and he positioned himself. I could just feel him nudging me open, but he didn’t push forward until his eyes were back on mine. Then he thrust forward and buried himself deep.
“Oh, God,” I panted, loving the feel of being stretched so full of him.
Hart pulled back slowly before pushing inside again. Each stroke grew firmer, rougher. I loved it.
I reached out to him and urged his mouth to mine. Our kissing was feverish, and the strokes of our tongues against one another matched those of his hips between my legs. They were anything but gentle.
My hands roamed in his hair and over his shoulders. His were on my thighs, along my ribs, and over my breasts. And when he tore his mouth from mine to lift his torso, so he could drive his hips forward while looking at my body, he held my hips firmly in his hands.
Everything he did was satisfying. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me, and the way he moved. There wasn’t anything I found disappointing.
So, it was no surprise that it didn’t take long—watching him, feeling him, and smelling him—for me to find myself rapidly ascending to that place he had insisted he’d be taking me for a second time.
Heat engulfed me, that familiar pull forming in my lower belly. Judging by the knowing look of satisfaction on his face, Hart seemed to know I was on the verge.
“That’s it. There you go.”
His voice was gentle, indicating a level of satisfaction and delight I hadn’t anticipated.
My moans of pleasure turned to whimpers of need, and like a flash, it hit me again. My head tipped back, pressing firmly into the mattress beneath me. As the sparks and tingles flooded my body, I swore I could see stars behind my eyelids.
Hart kept going, never relenting, never once faltering.
Only when he’d seen me through it did he press his palms into the mattress on either side of my body and change the position of his hips a touch. Looking down at me, he gave me two or three slow, deep thrusts. Then something else took over.
He picked up his pace and powered his cock into me. It was harder, rougher. Somewhere in the middle of it, one of his hands came up to squeeze my breasts before drifting up to curl around the side of my neck.
The sight and feel of the power and strength in his body was like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. But the sounds he made, the grunts and growls that indicated he was nearly there, were what held me so captive. I couldn’t look away.
And just seconds before it hit him, Hart dropped his mouth to mine and kissed me. He allowed me to swallow his groans of pleasure until he slowed his pace to a stop. Still buried inside me, he continued to kiss me.
He did that a long time before he pulled back and allowed his eyes to roam over my face. I couldn’t read whatever was there, and I wondered if he’d enjoyed what we just had.
A few beats of tense silence passed between us before he said, “I’ll be right back.”
With that, he pulled out and took off to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and grab me a cloth to clean up with.
Only then did he collapse in the bed beside me.
“This was nice.”
Relief swept through me. “You enjoyed yourself?”
“Immensely. I’m hoping you also had a good time.”
Soft laughter spilled out of me. “I had a fabulous time. I was so terrified we weren’t going to be compatible, and somebody was going to lose out on the deli, simply to avoid embarrassment.”
Hart rolled toward me, propped his head in his hand, and smiled. “A couple of orgasms tells me we’re pretty compatible. Can I take this to mean you’d like me to stop by for another lunch break soon?”
I tipped my chin down slightly and batted my eyelashes. “I think I’d like that.”
He chuckled. “Sounds good. I should probably get going now, though. I’ve got to head back to work, and I still haven’t had anything to eat.”
Nodding my understanding, I sat up. “Yeah, I have some work I need to get done before I run out for a couple of showings this evening.”
The two of us got out of my bed and got ourselves dressed. Afterward, we made our way back downstairs, where Hart grabbed his sandwich out of the fridge and made his way to the front door. I walked with him and didn’t want to have that awkward tension between us before we left. I thought it’d be wise to talk to him before we even made it there.
“So, what exactly do you do for a living?”
There was nothing in my tone that was accusatory or particularly prying. In fact, I thought I sounded rather friendly and conversational. But for some reason, Hart didn’t respond well to my question.
He came to a stop in front of the door, turned to look at me, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Following an uncomfortable beat of silence, he said, “It’s probably for the best that we don’t talk about the work I do.”
I couldn’t help but wonder why that was.
Did he do work that was dangerous? Was he part of some top-secret government organization?
The man truly was a mystery.
But I guess I didn’t mind so much. There was an edge of danger—and perhaps excitement—that I could honestly say I had been missing in my life.
I gave Hart a nod of understanding. “Fair enough. It’s probably best, so things don’t get messy. Have a good day.”
One half of his mouth quirked. “After this lunch break, it’d be rather difficult for anything to mess up the rest of my day. Plus, whether you want to admit it or not, you did call me mystery man. It’s only right I live up to that name.”
I pressed my lips together and narrowed my gaze on him. But he was too proud of himself, grinning at me, so I smiled back. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
Hart lifted his hand to my face, where he gently ran the pad of his thumb along my jaw, his eyes watching the movement. “I’ll see you soon, Reagan.”
He dropped his hand, opened the door, and stepped outside. “See you, Hart.”
A moment later, he was gone. My belly was still trembling from the way he’d touched my face, and it took me a few extra minutes to settle it down before I could even think of eating my lunch.
But I eventually got there. And better yet, I was happy that Hart was right about one thing. After the lunch break we’d had, it would have been difficult for anything to mess it up.
Of course, one of my clients’ offers being accepted didn’t dim the excitement, either.