Chapter 16
Morgan
After we were done removing Reina's things from the apartment and had placed them in my garage, I drove to a different job site and did some electrical work for Cooper. It kept my mind off the situation with Reina.
I could tell her it was a mistake and try to avoid the temptation, hoping Reina moved into her apartment sooner rather than later. Tom would always be between us. He wouldn't want me making a move on his sister. Not when I was supposed to be protecting her.
But that didn't feel like the right thing to do. Not only did I enjoy her company, but the chemistry was something I'd never experienced before. Was I ready to walk away from Reina?
If Tom wasn't her brother and she was just another woman, where would we be?
I wouldn't have offered a room in my house for her to live in.
Would I have rescued a stranger, or had there always been something between us?
A connection, a draw, that made this thing with her different from anything else I'd ever experienced.
By the end of the day, I was resolved to see this through. I wasn't ready to walk away. But I wasn't sure about a relationship either.
There was no way I could tell her it was a mistake. It didn't feel like one. The pit in my stomach was about what Tom would think of the situation. But he wasn't here, and I wanted to see her tonight.
I'd kept my vow to protect her, even if it wasn't the way he'd want me to fulfill that promise.
Reina was already home when I arrived. So I went inside and toed off my boots.
She appeared in the foyer. "I thought I'd make dinner tonight."
Was she prepared to pretend that last night hadn't happened? There was no chance I'd let her get away with that. "Did you already start?"
Her forehead wrinkled. "Not yet. I was just thinking of what I could make."
"Good." Then I stalked toward her, my hands cupping her jaw and tilting her face so that I could kiss her. "I've been thinking about this all day."
She sighed just as my lips met hers. It wasn't soft and easy; it was a claiming. An acknowledgment that I wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot.
She wouldn't get rid of me that easily. I wouldn't pretend that last night meant nothing or that my mind was reeling. I needed more.
When I pulled back, she put her hands around my neck, and I lifted her so that her legs wrapped around my waist. "The oven isn't on?"
She shook her head, her eyes bright with desire. "Not yet."
I had time to do exactly what I wanted to her. I wasn't hungry for food and wouldn't be for a while. I carried her up the stairs and down the hall to my room, dropping her onto the bed. Then I made quick work of my clothes while she watched, propped on her elbows.
"Why are you still dressed?"
Her lips quirked. "I'm distracted, and I'm trying to process what's happening."
I dropped one knee to the bed and moved over her. Her legs spread to accommodate me. "What's happening is that I can't get enough of you."
"Mmm." She dropped to her back. "That sounds nice."
"In case you haven't figured it out yet, I want you."
Her eyes sparked, moving from interest to something more desperate. "I want you too."
I shoved her shirt up her torso, exposing her stomach, while she pushed down her leggings.
I helped her remove her clothes, and then moved back over her, my skin pressed against hers.
My cock wanted to slide inside her heat.
The voice in my head was telling me that I wasn't home until I was inside her. But I also wanted to take my time.
Tonight, we were in a bed, and we both knew what we wanted. This wasn't a random hookup, or a one-time thing. We'd both said we wanted this, and I wanted to prove to her that this was a good idea. That she wasn't making a mistake in being with me.
An idea nudged me. What if she was my future? What if she was the one for me? I shook it off, not ready to even consider something permanent. This felt good in the moment. I didn't need to think about what I wanted out of life or who I wanted to share it with.
This was enough for now. Tom hadn't said he had leave anytime soon. Why should I delay my pleasure until I could talk to him about this?
My mind was all mixed up, so I refocused on the beautiful woman splayed out naked on my bed. Her hair fanned on my pillow. Her legs were spread. She was into this, and I needed to get my head back in the game.
She pulled me down for a kiss. Then her hands gripped my cock. I jerked, wondering how I'd lost control of this situation. She was taking me in her own hands, and I was quickly spiraling out of control.
Before summoning my willpower and pulling out of her grip, I reveled in the feel of her pumping my cock. "I won't last if you do that."
She smirked. "I want you to lose control."
"Not until I give you pleasure." I moved down her body, which had the added effect of keeping my dick away from her eager hands.
I lifted her with hands on her ass so that I could lick and suck and devour her pussy.
I wanted to make her feel good, and I needed her to forget all the reasons why we were a bad idea.
I wanted her to get lost in the moment, caught up in the sensations and not her thoughts. I wanted her to feel.
I used a finger to enter her, sucking on her clit while her back arched off the bed. I used a second finger, and she cried out, her body trembling. I eased her through the orgasm, sucking until her body rested flat on the bed, and she reached for me.
"You want this?" I asked, positioning myself at her entrance before realizing we hadn't even thought about protection.
"Yes," her voice was soft.
I reached for the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the drawer. She took it from me, ripping open the wrapper before smoothing the rubber over my dick.
I didn't waste any time positioning myself between her legs and easing inside. "You're like coming home."
Her eyes drifted shut, and her lips parted.
"Look at me while I'm inside you." My words had the intended effect, and her eyes popped open.
"You're a dirty talker."
I couldn't respond other than grunts because the orgasm was already forming at the base of my spine, and I was lost to the sensations that threatened to send me over the edge. And I needed her to feel good too.
I reached between us, touching her clit.
She bit her lip and tapped my hip. Thinking she wanted to be on top, I rolled so that she was straddling me.
Her expression was triumphant, as if she'd wanted to feel more in control.
"Ride me, sweet girl." I cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples as she moved over me.
There was something about her being on top; I couldn't describe it any other way than sweet torture.
She controlled the pace, and I could see all of her in this position.
My senses were on overload as I took everything in.
Her soft skin, the way she reacted to my fingers on her nipples.
The clench of her thighs, and her tight walls surrounding me.
I let her take the lead until her movements became jerky and her gaze desperate. I reached between us, circling her clit, and she cried out. Her body moved over mine. I banded an arm around her waist and drove into her.
She collapsed onto my chest, her hair tickling my chin. I loved holding her in my arms. I never wanted her to leave. That was the last thought I had before the orgasm shot through me. I bit lightly on her shoulder.
I soothed the spot with my tongue and rolled her so that I slid out of her. I took care of the condom and threw it in the direction of my trash can. I'd take care of it later, much later.
I gathered her warm body and pulled her against me. "I want to come home to this every night."
She laughed softly against my chest. "I bet you do."
I wasn't sure if she was taking me seriously or thought I was just being facetious. But I was serious. I couldn't think of anything better than being inside her and holding her afterward. My eyes drifted closed, and I quickly fell asleep.
By the time we woke, it was late, and my stomach was rumbling.
We hadn't eaten or even made anything for dinner.
So we moved downstairs, scrounging for a snack.
We found cheese, grapes, and crackers. It wasn't a meal, but it would tide us over until morning.
I wasn't willing to let her get dressed and cook for me.
I wanted to keep her naked.
She sat on the stool, her breasts on display as I fed her grapes, one by one. I couldn't think of a hotter experience in my entire life. My dick was already half hard, loving that she was naked in my kitchen.
What if Tom walked in and saw us together? He had a key. This was the place he crashed when he was on leave. But the good thing about the military was that he always had advance notice and he'd let me know.
There was no chance he'd just show up and see us naked in his kitchen. I shuddered at the thought of that.
I kissed her, tasting the grapes on her tongue.
"I want you again," she murmured against my mouth, and I was all-too happy to oblige her desire.
I pulled back. "You want me to fuck you here?"
She nodded, her cheeks flush.
I cocked a brow. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?"
She licked her lips, a glint in her eyes.
Now, I was fully hard. I stepped closer, between her legs, and kissed her, my fingers drifting between her legs where I mimicked me fucking her. I wanted her to be as into this as I was.
I had a beautiful woman naked in my kitchen. I never wanted to let her go. I thought hooking up with women at a bar was easy and fun. But this was so much better.
I wouldn't examine why that was. Not when my dick was sliding between her wet folds. I eased back. "The condoms are upstairs in the bedroom. I can grab one, or should we talk about protection?"
"I'm on birth control, and I'm clean."
"I'm clean too." I pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Do you want me to take you bare?"
She nodded shakily, and I kissed her again, gratitude flowing through my veins. I'd never gone bare with anyone else before. I'd never even wanted to take that chance. I trusted Reina. I wanted this with her.
Kissing was taking on a new meaning. This wasn't just sex, no matter the location or how close to my fantasy this was. I felt something deeper when I was with her. I felt it in my chest.
I wanted to consume her. To devour her. To claim her as mine.
I was losing my mind, and it was all because of her. I was taking risks I'd never taken before. I just hoped it was worth it. That I wasn't screwing myself over in the process.
Hopefully she was with me in this, and I wasn't alone.
I could fuck her in this position, but it would be awkward. Instead, I urged her off the stool and placed her hands on the seat, her ass raised and her legs spread. "You look gorgeous like this."
She huffed out a laugh.
"You're so ready for me." I could see her pussy glistening between her legs, and her back arched.
She was at the perfect height for me to enter her.
This was going to be hard and fast. I couldn't hold back, not when she'd presented herself for me like a buffet.
I gripped her hips and entered her in one thrust.
She whimpered at the intrusion, and then I moved, setting a brutal pace. The orgasm was forming, and my body was racing toward the finish line. I barely had the forethought to reach for her clit and press before we were both crying out in pleasure.
I rested my weight on her back. I couldn't get over how hot she looked. How she'd offered herself to me. How she trusted me to take care of her.
That thought pinged in my chest. Was I worthy of that trust? Or was I betraying her brother and her by getting involved?
I didn't like the way that made me feel, so I pulled out of her, grabbing a towel to clean her. "It's messy without a condom."
She moved to stand and wrapped her wrists around my neck. "But I wouldn't want to have stopped to get one."
I arched a brow. "It was hot, right?"
She chuckled, her tits pressing against my chest. I wouldn't get anything done if she was naked in my house all the time. She was a temptress, one I didn't want to resist.
"How did I get so lucky?"
"I think I'm the lucky one. You saved me from a fire after all." She smiled, and I couldn't help but think that she was the one who saved me.