Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
B rody’s eyes sank closed when Reagan’s sweet mouth touched his. Her hand in his pants and her mouth on his was exactly what he’d woken up thinking about. The only reason he hadn’t jacked off this morning to relieve the pain was because of an untimely call from his mother. Nothing killed a boner faster.
Which was why he was not going to think about that right now.
Not that he could think of anything other than Reagan’s long, sleek legs wrapped around his hips. He had been between her legs last night, a memory that was tattooed onto his brain. The image burned there, bright and hot. Her rosy cheeks, her bee-stung lips, her eyes brimming with satisfaction. Her musky taste he hadn’t had enough of yet…
Fuck.
Careful not to spill coffee on either of them, he leaned into the kiss. She fisted his shirt like she had last night—he hadn’t forgotten that move—and then tugged him so hard their teeth bumped.
She jerked away, her eyes wide. “God, I’m sorry.”
“Nope.” He set his mug on the edge of the bathroom sink and returned to correct her before she could blink. Hands on her bare hips, he peeled up the edge of her shirt and invited, “Tear me up, honey. I can handle every bit of you.”
“Your room or mine?” She bit down on her lip in the cutest way. He hazarded the very safe guess that she didn’t often ask for what she wanted. She was in good hands. He could deliver what she needed tenfold.
“Yours is closer.” He cupped her ass with both palms and hauled her up. She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. Perfect. “Unless you liked the wall idea.”
Outside her room, he pinned her to the wall, using his hips to hold her there. The press of his hard-on against her center made him grow harder . He was going to die if he wasn’t inside her soon.
She lowered her mouth to his, and he kissed her back, this time with tongue, followed by what felt like his entire body.
He abandoned her mouth to rake his teeth over her nipples, outlined by her white T-shirt. Her nails scratched down his back as her sighs penetrated his ears. His cock instantly doubled in length. When her hips started bucking against his, he abandoned his work, leaving her shirt as damp as her panties. Much as he was enjoying himself, he could no longer operate from this position.
“Taking you to bed,” he said between kissing her lips.
“Yes,” was her only reply.
In the guest room, he dropped her onto her unmade bed and followed her down, covering her body with his. When he kissed her, she bumped her hips against his, the move driving him insane—or it would have if she hadn’t driven him there already.
It’d been a long, lonely night.
He rolled her panties from her legs as she stripped off her T-shirt. God, her breasts. Tender, sensitive mounds of perfection with pale pink nipples. His mouth literally watered.
He rubbed his hands together as he surveyed the gorgeous naked woman laid out in front of him like a buffet. “Where to start?”
He lifted her leg, but she stopped him with her foot on his chest. “Oh, no you don’t.”
She pushed off the bed and reversed their positions, encouraging him to lie on his back. Not what he’d planned, but he was happy to accommodate. She unzipped his fly, and he kicked off his jeans. She peeled his boxer briefs down and freed his erection, which bobbed as eagerly as if it were hailing a cab.
She offered the cutest smirk before she lowered her mouth to the head of his dick. The noise he made was somewhere between a grunt and a groan, followed by a long, slow exhale. Jesus , she was good at that. And he hadn’t had to ask.
His legs were trapped beneath her arms as she continued sucking him off. He lifted his head off the pillow to watch her take him deep before the long, slow slide out. After a few rounds of that he dropped his head onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling, willing himself not to come in her mouth when she took him deep for another mind-numbing swallow.
When he couldn’t take any more, he placed his hands on her shoulders and physically encouraged her off him. She climbed his body slowly. The sensual slide of her breasts, belly, and then thighs against his sensitized cock caused his eyes to roll back into their sockets.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” He could have laughed at how stunned he sounded—as if he’d never had a blowjob before. And he had, plenty of times. But Reagan brought something new to the table. Her technique was flawless, but it was her intent that had floored him. She was so damn present. She didn’t rush. Each unfolding moment seemed to introduce itself genuinely, and when it did, she held on for the ride.
“How to do what?” She asked so innocently he got lost in her wide green eyes for a beat.
He kissed her and then rolled her onto her back again. Against her mouth, he muttered, “How to turn me into a guy who nearly forgot how to hold out for longer than thirty seconds.”
Her smile was proud and pleased.
“You want me to go down on you now, or are you ready?” When her pupils flared, he thought he had his answer. Then he reached between their bodies and slipped a finger along her seam. She was wet and slick. “ Fuck. You’re ready.”
She ground against his hand and encouraged him to finger her. She was creamy and soft and driving him further out of his mind with every breathy sigh that escaped her lips. As she grew wetter and warmer, he became harder and harder.
Slipping his fingers away, he propped himself onto his elbows and nudged her entrance with the head of his cock. The heat beckoned him closer when she tilted up to meet him. He slid past her folds, ready to pound them both into oblivion until he had an inconvenient realization.
He froze, hovering over her, embedded in her warmth. “Condom. I should?—”
She pressed her fingers to his lips. “I’m on the pill. And I haven’t been with anyone in months. I’m clean. What about you?”
“Clean as a whistle,” he said around his thundering heartbeat. He’d always been careful when it came to protection. Until Reagan had erased his mind with that damn blowjob.
STDs and pregnancy were big considerations, but so was putting a barrier between them. He wanted to feel her. He wanted her to ride him bareback. “You’re not angling to have a billionaire’s baby, are you?”
A laugh followed her brief expression of shock. Mouth open, she swatted his arm. “You better be kidding.”
“I’m kidding.” He’d had wealthy acquaintances suggest that women had taken them home for that reason. To him, it had sounded like bullshit. “As long as you’re sure.”
Heels on his ass, she applied pressure. “Are you sure?”
He stopped resisting her and pushed in to the hilt. “I’m sure I want to come,” he said with some effort.
Her eyes were dark with want.
“Do you want to come hard with my cock inside you?” He leaned down to lick her top lip before kissing it gently.
“ Yes .” A broken whisper.
“Well, hang on, honey.” He pulled out a few inches before slamming into her. She cried out, her eyes shutting and her neck arching. He couldn’t contain his grin as he slipped out and in again. But when her channel tightened around him, his smile vanished.
Each time he slid out, her inner muscles gripped him. He ground his molars together, neck muscles so tight he worried they might cramp—or would have worried if his brain could focus on anything except how wet and warm and incredible she felt.
“So good,” she breathed.
“No shit,” he agreed.
She laughed.
He laughed with her.
The moment of levity vanished when he drove into her again. He propped his weight on his elbows, cradling her face as his hips thrust again and again. When those green eyes locked on his, he didn’t look away, and neither did she.
He could have.
He probably should have.
When she’d taken his incredibly lickable cock into her mouth, she’d marveled at how large he was and then decided there was no way she would let him leave this room until she had every inch of that length and girth inside her.
She’d shut out comparisons to any other man, but when he entered her, she came to the fast conclusion that there was no comparison. No one she’d dated had measured up—literally or figuratively—to Brody.
Billionaire. Funny. Could cook. Was considerate. Had a giant penis. Seemed unfair to other common men hoping to impress a woman.
On his next thrust, she tilted her hips to meet him. She crossed her ankles at his back, nudging his firm ass forward with her heels. Yes, yes . This was so much better than it would have been with a condom.
“Agree,” he said through a ragged exhale, and that’s when she wondered how much she’d said aloud.
It didn’t take long for her orgasm to crest. It was an incoming wave rolling toward shore content to take her out with it. Her fingertips on his shoulders, she dug in for purchase. Her pending release shimmered on the horizon. She hovered there, attempted to hold on to it, but lost the battle on a cry.
Nay. A shout .
His shout overlapped hers, and they clung to each other, rocking out the end of their shared orgasms. He gave her his weight, the damp, cool sweat on his chest hair tickling her breasts. He bit her earlobe before soothing it with a kiss. Then he whispered something she’d never ever forget.
“Best ever. Mark my words.”
She didn’t know if he meant it. She also didn’t care . Her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, she held on to both him and the compliment. “Don’t move.”
“Can’t.”
Her belly bumped his with a silent laugh.
He turned his head and caught her grin on a kiss, his mustache tickling her lips. “Probably should, though. Don’t want to crush you.”
“I could die here.” Who cared what happened outside of these four walls? Not her.
“Don’t die. We won’t be able to have a round two if you check out.”
“Good point,” she conceded.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a little too long, but she couldn’t stop herself. Neither, it seemed, could he. Their smiles endured as the seconds ticked by.
He slowly pulled out of her body in one long slide that had her missing him instantly. They shared a sigh that held as much longing as satisfaction. Then he sat back on his knees and ran a hand through his hair.
He gave her a sideways smirk, briefly shook his head, and then climbed off the bed. As he was padding toward the hallway, she rolled onto her side. “What was that headshake for?”
“You don’t miss anything, do you?” he asked, his hand on the doorframe.
“Not much.”
“I was thinking you should have been more insistent last night.”
“Oh, yeah?” She was grinning again.
“Yeah. That was a hell of a lot more fun than hanging a TV.”