Chapter 8
Reese
Oh shit.
This was not good. Not good at all.
Then why did it feel so very good?
I should push him away. Should make him stop touching me. Should take my hands off his chest, no matter how his hard muscles felt under my palm. Fuck, I should never have come up here in the first place.
There were a hell of a lot of things I should have been doing.
Or was it shouldn’t be doing? My mind spun, because all I knew in that moment was that I wanted everything currently happening.
I’d wanted it from the first moment I heard his voice on the phone.
From his first stunned response to my sarcasm and bravado.
Because that’s exactly what it had been.
He’d caught me at a weak moment, and I had to lay it on thick; otherwise, the stress of trying to figure out how to deal with these companies would have taken me down.
How the hell was all of that only a week ago?
It felt like forever since his voice had invaded my mind. Since it kept me awake, whispering dirty things to me. Things he wanted to do to me.
One single week.
Barely five days from the phone call and now look at me.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered.”
God, did I wonder. Except giving in to him now would be a disaster. The sane part of my brain knew this. It knew I needed to get away from him, from the temptation he wielded.
The sane part could go pound fucking sand.
I’d never felt like this with a man before.
Never felt this overwhelming need for something I couldn’t put a name to.
I only knew it existed, that it flowed through my veins as easily as my blood did.
Still, I couldn’t capitulate easily, couldn’t give this man the upper hand because I knew he’d take it and run with it.
Clayton Montgomery didn’t appear to be a man who lost often or easily, but I’d give him a run for his money.
“Wondered what?” I asked cheekily, watching as the flare of something dark and commanding took over those green eyes. They were no longer bright, jewel-like hues; instead, they’d darkened like the leaves deep in the forest. Hinting at something I wanted but knew better than to bring forth.
Then again, no one ever said I wasn’t the daring type.
Clay dragged his knuckle down my neck, leaving sizzles of electricity in its wake, before lightly banding his hand around my throat.
I swallowed, the slight feeling of pressure something I’d never experienced before but suddenly couldn’t get enough of.
“Wondered if that spark on the phone would be as powerful in real life.” He guided me backward, one hand at my throat and one on my hip.
“What it would feel like having my hands on your body.” Another step.
“What I would feel like hovering over you.” With one last step, he had me backed against the door, his body flush against mine, caging me in and giving me no room to move.
Like I wanted to?
I didn’t care if I was ever free again. Everything about this man, this moment, set my mind spinning. Moisture flooded my panties, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to squirm. Not to reach down to guide his hand from my hip and position it right where I wanted it.
Where I needed it.
I am such an idiot.
I should have known being alone with him would be like tempting a lion. Or did that make me a lioness, because I was just as greedy and needy?
I couldn’t take anymore. Reaching up, I tunneled my hands through his hair and dragged his mouth down to mine.
Our lips crashed together like two waves meeting in the ocean, all raw power and energy.
We surged together, our tongues entwining, each fighting for power and dominance over the other.
I knew it was a battle I couldn’t hope to win, but I’d give it my all until he took over.
Clay’s hand at my throat tightened the slightest bit, just enough to angle my head into the exact position he wanted.
I nipped at his lower lip; the move causing him to growl out against my mouth.
For what felt like hours, our mouths and tongues explored each other. The taste of him, coffee and something slightly sweet—tempted me into wanting more. More of everything he had to give me. My mind tried to tell me this was a bad idea I may not recover from.
My body did not fucking care.
Clay dragged his mouth away from mine, our breaths coming hard and fast, intermingling between us. I loosened my hold on his head, my hands traveling to the wide expanse of his chest, hoping to gain some purchase.
Or maybe simply because I liked the feel of him.
“You, Reese Henley, are a little ball of trouble.” His voice had grown deep, almost guttural as passion had claimed us.
“But I like it.” Our gazes clashed as the sexual tension stretched between us.
The kiss had done nothing to satiate the need, only inflamed it instead.
He leaned closer, resting his mouth against my ear.
“And I can tell you this. From the first moment I heard your voice on the phone, I wondered too.”
My whole body shivered, anticipating what his next words would be, how they would affect me.
“Wondered what you would sound like screaming my name. Gasping as I tasted you.”
“Oh my God,” I groaned, the words practically torn from my chest. I felt my face heat, but it had nothing to do with embarrassment.
It was need, pure and simple, except maybe there wasn’t anything so simple about it.
My body reacted on its own accord, no active input from my brain required.
Which was perfect, because that particular organ wasn’t functioning in the slightest at the moment.
My hands curled, nails digging into his body as my tongue darted out to moisten my lips. I’d be lying if I said the way he shivered and watched every movement of my mouth didn’t turn me on.
Hell, it practically turned me inside out.
I wasn’t sure which way was up at the moment. I only knew that I wanted, needed, this man to keep touching me.
“I fucking dreamed about your voice. It’s kept me up every damn night.”
Knowing I’d affected him as much as he did me amped up the desire coursing within me even more.
It also made me a little more talkative than I probably should be.
“Tell me about it. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard your voice.” Then, as if the devil himself had taken over the reins of my mouth and brain, I brushed my mouth against his and whispered, “It said the filthiest things to me.”
The way his hips bucked into me should be fucking illegal.
At least I was not the only one suffering from whatever it was we had simmering between us here.
“My pleasure.”
I gave him a wink, then added, “It could be,” before skimming my lips up his jaw.
The faintest hint of stubble rubbed against me, adding one more sensation to the onslaught pummeling my body.
Everything felt intensified or magnified.
One kiss shouldn’t turn me inside out, no matter how hot.
One brush of his hands against my body shouldn’t make me shudder in pure need, but it did.
“Oh, it will be.”
He countered my move, brushing his mouth over my chin, then across my jaw to my ear, taking little nips and nibbles along the way. I don’t think I ever realized how many nerve endings there were in my face, but this man’s mouth found every last one of them and played them to perfection.
I squirmed against him but had nowhere to go. Not that I wanted to get away. I didn’t. I did, however, need to relieve the pressure he’d created. That we created.
This need didn’t come from a rather lengthy dry spell, though I was in the middle of one. It came from us, from whatever started building during that phone call.
“You keep moving like that, I will not be responsible for what I do to you.”
“Do tell.”
“I’d rather show you.” Dropping his hands to my waist, I felt the moment he fisted the material.
Inwardly, I cheered my choice to wear a dress today, though I sure as hell hadn’t anticipated getting railed against the wall when I’d gotten dressed.
Now it was the only damn thing I could think about.
Inch by inch, he gathered my skirt to my hips, until it barely covered my panties.
I gasped when his hands slid under my ass, lifting me clear off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he used his hips to hold me in place. With a last squeeze of my ass, he put his hands on the door, caging me in, held in place by the strength of his body. Damn that was sexy.
“You’re at my mercy, Little Trouble,” he purred against my ear, sending heat and moisture directly to my pussy. I rocked against him, his cock making itself known.
His more than impressive cock.
I let one hand trail down his chest, grazing the waistband of his pants before he stopped me.
“You touch me, and I’ll be inside you before you can blink.
” He grabbed my hand, raising it to pin it next to my head.
The move trapped me even more effectively, leaving me completely vulnerable to him and whatever he wanted to do to me.
Which seemed to be his plan considering his lips came crashing down on mine the next second.
I tightened my legs around him, unwilling to lessen the friction the connection provided.
As my free hand curled around his neck, I let myself get lost in the feel of him.
In the sensations his mouth and his body triggered in mine.
I wasn’t some untried virgin, though I had only a few lovers and none for longer than I wanted to think about, but right now, I was questioning everything I’d known about sex until this point.
Nothing had ever felt like this before.
Hell, nothing had even come close.