Chapter 25
Clayton
Something primitive came over me the moment that dick had laid his hand on Reese. Red haze had fogged my vision, and I’d been a moment away from taking a swing. The way he’d come over, like he had every right to touch her, to be near her, made me lose my mind. Who the fuck was he to act like that?
I should have known Reese could handle it. I didn’t think there was much the woman couldn’t handle, and that was more of a turn-on than almost anything. Her assertiveness in the situation had gotten my cock even harder than when we’d been dancing, and that was a feat in itself.
Staring down at her, I had to wonder how she did it.
How she turned me into a man I barely recognized.
I may look the same, but I felt and acted totally different.
She somehow managed to turn me inside out, to inspire a jealousy I didn’t even know I had in me.
Right now, for as long as I was here, and she’d have me, she was mine.
A possessiveness I never imagined I’d feel seared my system.
I’d seen Father act this way over Mother when Reginald came around, long before he died.
I never understood how a person could feel that way.
I did now. All because of one curvy package of trouble.
“Mine.”
The word tore through my throat, sounding like a territorial growl as I caged her against the wall.
Her eyes opened wide, her blown-out pupils almost hiding the striking blue that so often held me captive.
The way her body moved against mine, I didn’t think it was the darkness of the secluded corner causing the reaction.
“Oh, really?” She licked her lips and allowed her hands to find my waist. “You think so?”
“I know so.” I knew nothing of the sort.
“Didn’t we say one night?” Her words were breathless as I leaned over her.
“Is that what you want?”
I waited for her answer, not knowing what I wanted her to say.
The sane part of me whispered I needed to back up, forget this crazy-ass attraction, and focus on business.
The sane part of me could go fuck itself.
Business would sort itself out. I’d get what I wanted on that front in the long run, of that I had no doubt.
Which left the slightly insane side. The side that wanted nothing more than to get another taste of her.
To feel her come on my tongue and my cock again.
To hear those breathy little moans as her body clamped down on me.
“You didn’t answer me, Little Trouble. We can walk away from this now, if that’s what you want. Or…” I licked around the shell of her ear, relishing in the way her body shuddered against mine. “You can make it worth my while. Isn’t that what you promised earlier?”
“I may have.”
“No may about it.” Kissing my way along her jaw, I brushed over her lips, pulling back as she tried to take control and deepen the kiss.
“What are you wearing under that skirt, Reese?” My fingers played at the edge of the denim.
Back and forth, I stroked the soft skin of her outer thigh.
“You bare for me or do you have some tiny scrap of fabric you think is going to protect that pussy?”
“Clay.” Her voice was a cross between a hiss of indignation and breathy moan of desire. “You can’t say that to me here.”
“Oh, Reese, not only am I going to say it, I’m going to find out.
” I angled my body until we were hidden in the corner, the minimal lighting giving us even more cover.
Fitting my hands on her hips, I lifted her and positioned my thigh between hers.
Her heat scalded me even through the material of my pants.
“We can’t. Not here.”
Her words held no urgency, no real dissent, but I had to check. “No?” I wasn’t so far gone that I would do something she didn’t want me to do.
Her eyes darted down the hallway, her pupils growing wider at the knowledge we were alone, but not alone. “We shouldn’t.”
Ahhh. Not the same thing at all. Still, I’d let her decide.
“Shouldn’t is not no, Little Trouble.” I slipped my hands just under the hem of her skirt, now barely covering the place I most wanted to be, letting my thumbs play against the soft skin of her inner thighs.
With each circle, her breath came out shorter and faster, her body tensing beneath my touch.
Was she trying to steel herself against me or what she was feeling?
“Oh, God.”
Her whimper caught me off guard with the need to hear it again and again.
“Reese.” Everleigh hissed from the entrance to the hallway. She’d covered her eyes with her hands, but if I wasn’t mistaken she was still trying to sneak a peek. “Logan is ready to storm back here.”
Reese pushed at my hand, but with no real urgency. She wanted this, but a bit of self-preservation still existed. I wish I could say the same for myself.
“Reese.” Everleigh called again.
The woman in my arms looked up at me then to where her cousin stood then back to me. Conflict was clear in her eyes, but so was desire.
“It’s up to you, Reese,” I murmured the words against her ear. “If you want to go back, we can or…” I let the thought linger.
Her mouth tipped up in a tempting smile. “Tell him we’re just talking, Ever.”
“Dammit, Reese. He’s never going to believe that, and now I’m going to have to stand guard and listen and pretend like I don’t know what’s going on and they’ll all come over to ask.
” Everleigh sucked in a breath and kept going, “Then Seth’s going to come over and pretend to act like another damn relative, and sex noises are going to be going on back here, and I’m going to have to pretend it’s not him standing there listening to everything with me without me trying to jump him. How is this fair?”
“Everleigh, stay or go, but this conversation is done. Reese made up her mind.” Even the interruption hadn’t quenched my desire for her.
“Fine,” she huffed and turned around. “But you two owe me big for this.”
Once Everleigh took up her guard post on the other side of the corner, I turned all my attention back to Reese.
“You sure?” I whispered as I pressed her farther out of view, her body caged between the wall and mine, balanced on my thigh.
There was no way she didn’t feel what she did to me.
My cock was hard and throbbing in my jeans, and as much as it wanted to have its own fun, there would be time for that later.
Even with Everleigh as a hopefully silent guard, I would not let us get totally caught with our pants down, both literally and figuratively.
Reese stared at me, blue eyes dangerously dark with desire, and I couldn’t resist another second.
With a growl of need, I descended on her lips once again, capturing the sweet fruity notes of the wine she’d been drinking.
Fuck, Beck could make millions with the way the flavor of his wine melded perfectly with the sensual taste of Reese.
Except that was a delicacy I had no intention of sharing with another fucking soul.
Her taste was mine. Her whimpers were mine.
She was mine.
The thought cascading through my head detonated whatever brain cells I had left. My mouth ate at hers, pulling her tongue deep into mine to mix our tastes together. For seconds, hell minutes, I consumed her until the need for air threatened.
“God, yes,” Reese’s throaty plea rocked me. “Please, Clay. I can’t stand it.”
There was something arousing and humbling in hearing her desire, the need in her voice. Reese’s strength and sass had been a turn-on from the first moment. This was something different, but just as powerful, because this was for me. It was her needing me.
As if answering her call on its own, I moved my hand those last inches, finding the barely there piece of material.
“Fucking drenched.” Wetness coated my fingers, and I hadn’t even touched her flesh yet.
“Have you been like this all night?” The thought of her wet and needy for me made me practically feral.
“From the moment you looked at me in the car.” She raked her short nails through my hair, the feeling electric along my scalp. “You don’t know how much I wanted to give you a show in the car. Let you see exactly what you do to me.”
The woman was determined to drive me insane. With a bite to her lower lip, I scraped my nail over her clit, the material no barrier at all given its condition. “We would never have made it out of your driveway.”
A smile a siren would be proud of lit her face.
Putting my forehead to hers, I gripped her legs and dragged her over my thigh until she found a rhythm of her own.
I let her move on me, trying to find pleasure while her body pulsated.
Her thighs tightened around mine as she rocked back and forth.
Her hands grappled in my hair, then my shirt, trying to find purchase somewhere.
“You are so fucking sexy, riding my thigh like this.” I nipped at her lips.
“Where anyone could come and see.” The words had her grinding down harder, even as she shook her head to refute my assessment.
Seemed like my Little Trouble had a bit of an exhibitionist in her.
Then again, apparently so did I because my cock turned to fucking steel at the thought of watching her lose control so close to a room full of people.
“Don’t say no. You’re ready to get yourself off right here, right now.
” Color stole up Reese’s neck. I didn’t think it was embarrassment, so much as it was the need to come. To lose herself in the moment.
“Clay. More. I want more.”
So did I. This was sexy and daring, but it wasn’t half of what I wanted to do to her.
The vision of her laid out on her bed for me, naked and waiting, flashed in my head.
I wanted time to enjoy her, to touch and kiss every inch of her body, to feel her bare under my hands.
Wanted to hear her cry out my name, to scream in pleasure at what I did to her.
Until then, I’d give her what she needed, and I wanted, right now.