Chapter Eight - Reaper
I should have walked away the second her fingers brushed my chest.
Instead, I stand frozen, Isabella’s body pressed against mine, her hazel eyes locked on me with quiet defiance and raw want.
The rain is still falling outside, but I barely hear it anymore.
All I can focus on is the warmth of her skin under the oversized hoodie, the way her breath catches every time my thumbs stroke her lower back, and the dangerous line I’m about to cross.
“You’re cold,” I murmur, the weakest excuse I’ve ever given.
She smiles, small and knowing. “Then warm me up, Reaper.”
That’s all it takes.
I cup the back of her head and kiss her slowly at first, testing, giving her one last chance to stop this.
She doesn’t. She sighs into my mouth and rises on her toes, deepening the kiss until it turns hot and hungry.
My hands slide under the hem of the hoodie, palms gliding over smooth skin, learning the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine.
She shivers. I pull the hoodie up slowly.
She lifts her arms, letting me draw it off.
She stands before me in nothing but a thin pair of panties, skin flushed and glowing in the lantern light.
Her dark hair falls loose around her shoulders.
She is beautiful and so damn responsive to every brush of my fingers.
I kiss her again, deeper, then trail my mouth down the side of her neck.
She tilts her head, offering more, a soft sound escaping her when I find the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
My hands explore her slowly, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they tighten under my touch.
She arches into me with a quiet moan, hips pressing forward, seeking friction.
I guide her backward until her legs hit the couch.
We sink down together. I settle over her, kissing her like I have all the time in the world, even though my body is screaming for more.
When I hook my fingers in her panties and slide them down her legs, she lifts her hips to help me, eyes never leaving mine.
I kiss my way down her body, taking my time.
When I settle between her thighs, I look up at her.
She nods, lips parted. The first slow lick draws a broken moan from her throat.
She tastes sweet and addictive. I groan against her, tongue circling her clit, then flattening to stroke firmly.
I slide two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them just right.
Her hips buck, fingers fisting in my hair as I work her higher, sucking gently on her clit until her thighs tremble around my shoulders and she comes apart with a soft, shuddering cry, pulsing around my fingers.
I kiss my way back up her body, giving her time to breathe. She reaches for me immediately, hands tugging at my pants. I shove them down, freeing my aching cock. Her fingers wrap around me, stroking slowly, deliberately, learning every inch. The sensation nearly undoes me.
“Bee…” I rasp.
She smiles, wicked and sweet at the same time, and pushes at my chest until I roll onto my back. She crawls over me, dark hair falling like a curtain. Her hand strokes me once, twice, then she leans down and takes me into her mouth.
The wet heat of her lips and tongue is heaven and torture.
She sucks me deep, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke.
One hand pumps what she can’t take, the other cups my balls gently.
I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just holding on as pleasure shoots down my spine.
“Fuck… just like that,” I groan.
She hums around me, the vibration making my hips jerk. I let her take me higher, closer to the edge, before I gently pull her off with a growl. “Not yet. I need to be inside you.”
I flip her onto her back and settle between her spread thighs.
Bracing on my forearms, I look down at her flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with desire.
The head of my cock nudges her entrance.
I push in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face as she takes me.
She is hot, tight, and perfect. We both groan when I bottom out, fully seated inside her.
For a long moment we stay still, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling.
Then I start to move in long, deep strokes, savoring every slide, every clench of her body around mine.
She meets me thrust for thrust, legs wrapped around my waist, hands roaming over my back, nails lightly scoring my skin.
Her voice trembles, “More.”
I give it to her. The pace builds, deeper and harder, but never frantic.
Every thrust feels like a claim. I reach between us to circle her clit, feeling her tighten around me as another orgasm builds.
When she comes this time, it’s with a beautiful, broken cry, her walls pulsing hard around my cock, milking me.
The sensation pulls me over with her. I bury myself deep and follow, groaning her name as pleasure crashes through me in powerful waves, filling her completely.
We collapse together, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. I roll to the side and pull her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her as the aftershocks fade. For a long moment there is only the sound of rain and our slowing heartbeats.
Then reality creeps back in.
I press a kiss to her temple, but my voice comes out rough. “This can’t compromise the job, Bee. I can’t let emotions cloud my judgment. Not when your life is still on the line.”
Isabella turns in my arms, facing me fully. Her hazel eyes are clear and fierce. She cups my face with both hands. “I’m not a liability, Jax. I’m choosing this. Choosing you. Right here, in the middle of this storm. Don’t push me away now. Not after what we just shared.”
Her words hit me hard, challenging every rule I’ve lived by. And lying here with her warm curves pressed against me, her taste still on my tongue and her scent all over my skin, I realize the battle might already be lost.