Chapter 18
Clayton
I hadn’t even gotten inside of her, and it was already the best sex I’d ever experienced.
I wasn’t sure if that said more about me or the women I’d been with, but I didn’t care.
Watching her shatter in the moonlight was a sight that would never leave me.
The taste of her would remain on my tongue long after we parted ways.
Because part ways, we would.
I had a company to run. One that was based in New York, not the mountains of Virginia. Reese Henley would never leave her hometown.
What the fuck am I even doing?
Tonight was a single reckless moment in time. It was me giving myself the permission to do what I’d wanted since the very beginning, unburdened by the fact I was no longer lying to her or planning to buy her out.
“Did I lose you?” Reese whispered as her lips coasted along my neck.
I gave a squeeze of her ass, letting her know she had my full attention, even if it wasn’t exactly true. “You did not.”
Pushing through her bedroom door, I kicked it shut once we were inside.
An overhead chandelier illuminated the space when I hit the light switch.
The room suited her. Deep grays with splashes of pink.
Feminine yet strong, classy yet whimsical, sassy yet sedate.
Everything I’d come to expect from her since the second she picked up my phone call.
Clutching her legs, I unwound them from me, tossing her in the middle of the queen-sized bed, where she bounced. The accompanying giggle and twinkle in her eyes were something I’d come to expect from her.
They were also something I truly wanted from her. The mere idea of that should scare the shit out of me significantly more than it did.
“I think you like what you see,” she purred as she leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs the slightest bit, giving me a tease of where I’d so recently been. “Do you want to see more?”
“I want to fucking see everything.” The woman made me feral in ways I barely knew what to do with.
“Take off the top and bra; I want to see your breasts. Feel them. Lick them. Bite them.” I should be ashamed a potential business partner made me lose all control, but seeing her spread out like this for me, I ceased to care.
I reached down, adjusting myself as I somehow grew harder watching her.
Even the slightest touch of my hand had me almost ready to come like a damn teenager.
It had taken every vestige of self-control not to explode right along with her when she came on my tongue.
Her taste, her whimpers of release, and sighs of pleasure had almost done me in.
With a shake of my head, I refocused on the vision lying on the bed. God, she was damn near perfect. Sexy and beautiful. Spicy and smart. Reese Henley was everything I never even had any idea I wanted.
She was also testing me.
“Lose the fucking shirt, Reese.”
She plucked at her hardened nipples. “You first.”
Taking a step closer to the bed, I lifted my arms to do exactly that. Then thought better of it. This was still my show. “Do it for me.”
Every moment her hands have been on my body so far, have set it on fire. I wanted that sensation again.
She lifted herself to her knees; her legs still spread in what I was taking to be an open invitation. When she reached for the hem of my shirt, I reached down, letting my fingers play along her slit again.
“So wet for me.” A man could get used to this kind of response from his woman.
Not mine.
Except there were parts of me, both physical and mental, not getting the message.
“Have to admit, didn’t take you for a jeans and Henley type of guy.” She smoothed her hands up my chest, tugging the shirt along with them.
The softness of her hands on my body almost did me in. “Thought I’d match the vibe of the town when I went shopping the other day.” I’d considered wearing my normal clothes when I changed earlier, but something felt right about spending the evening dressed more casually with Reese.
“Your chest is a work of art,” Reese commented as she slid the material over my head and tossed it to the ground. “I want a taste now.” Her tongue peeked out from her lips, and before I realized what she was planning, she leaned forward, running it over one of my nipples and nipping at it.
I reached my free hand into her hair, yanking it back until she looked up at me. The tight hold did nothing to stop her body from riding against my other hand. In fact, her body’s reaction revealed exactly how much she enjoyed it.
Pulling my hand from her pussy, I ignored her whimpered plea.
My fingers glistened with her arousal. I wanted the taste of her in my mouth, like a man in the desert needing a drink.
Except I wanted to play with her more. Holding my hand in front of her mouth, I painted her lower lip with her juices before licking it off.
Reese sucked in her breath, fire blazing in those blue eyes, making them practically glow. “Fuck, that was hot.”
“Was it now?” I still didn’t know what it was about this woman that turned me inside out, but at this point I didn’t really care. All I cared about was getting inside her and seeing what else she was game for.
“You know it was.” Before I realized it, she pulled one of my fingers into her mouth as her hands dove for my waistband.
Mesmerized, I watched her lick her essence off of me, my cock pulsing harder with each touch of her tongue to my skin.
If I couldn’t feel her with my own hands, I’d think I was imagining her.
That somehow, I’d conjured her from every wicked fantasy I had.
Except she was very real and every bit the trouble I called her.
With a pop, she pulled back, a grin that went way past wicked on her lips.
“Ah, that’s what I want,” her words coincided with her hand finding my rock-hard erection.
“I think this would be even more fun to suck on.”
She was one hundred percent right, unfortunately.
I had no patience for that right now. Tunneling my hands through her hair, I stopped her descent toward my cock.
The damn thing was practically screaming in protest, but I couldn’t wait another second to be inside her.
It hadn’t even been a week since we met.
This need to be with her was as strong as if I’d known her for years.
What was it about this woman that made this so powerful? So consuming?
So right?
I didn’t know, and right now, I didn’t really care. I couldn’t. Not with the way my heart and dick were pounding.
I leaned over, stopping as I neared her ear.
“Not yet,” I whispered. “I’m getting in that tight pussy of yours first.” There was no way I’d ever survive her mouth on me.
I barely survived her sass. The feel of her would send me careening over the edge.
“I feel like I’ve needed this forever.” The words slipped out without conscious thought, but they were the truth.
It almost felt destined to be here, in this moment, with this woman.
And didn’t that sound like some romantic shit I didn’t normally spout?
I couldn’t think about any of that now.
I straightened and watched as a smile played at the corners of her lips. A sly smile. A smile that said she was ready for me. One that challenged me to give her exactly what we both wanted.
Sitting back on her heels, she spread her knees as she crossed her arms and pulled off her T-shirt.
The pink lace of her bra matched the panties I’d left on her deck.
Reaching a hand behind her back, she unhooked the bra, letting it slip off her shoulders.
She tossed both at me; the material flew over my shoulder and landed somewhere behind me.
I didn’t care or look. The sight of her had me mesmerized.
Reese knelt before me, naked and confident, before leaning back until she lay prone on the bed, like a fucking feast for every one of my senses.
Except only one man had an invitation.
Me.
Something primitive roared to life inside of me.
Something bellowed at the thought of any other man seeing her like this.
Laid back, with her legs spread in invitation.
Her pussy smooth, the moisture from her body shining in the low light.
Her perfect pale breasts, with the sweetest of dark pink nipples topping them.
The frilly pink pillow next to Reese’s head is almost a perfect shade match to them.
The innocence of the ruffles on the pillow was the perfect juxtaposition to the temptation of her naked body and to Reese herself, because it was more than just her body. It was everything about her.
She couldn’t help but be sexy, simply by being herself.
Kicking off my shoes, I grabbed a condom out of my wallet and tossed it onto the bed, before shucking my jeans and boxer briefs.
My dick kicked up as Reese licked her lips. Wrapping my fist around it, I stroked down to the tip, using the already present pre-cum to ease my motion.
“I want that.” Her voice had gone husky with need. “I want you to fill me up and make me beg for more.”
This woman was a goddamn dream. Everything from her business vision to her sass to her sexy attitude turned me on like never before.
I should have thought more about coming to see her.
Should have known that the power she’d wielded over me on the phone was simply a precursor to what she could do to me face-to-face.
I’d been an idiot.
“Beg now.” Being controlling in the bedroom came naturally to me, but something about Reese brought it out in spades. I’d played rough and dirty before, though very few times. I wanted her to need this as much as I did right now.
“Why don’t you beg me? I think I have something you want.” She ran her hand down the center of her body, stroking herself with her fingers. “Don’t I?”
“If you fuck yourself with that hand, you don’t get my cock. It’s one or the other.”
A pretty pout pursed her lips, even as she stilled her movements.