Chapter 29
Olivia
My lips tingle as they meet Reed’s, and he kisses me like he never wants to stop, like he could do this for the rest of his life and never, ever get bored. His tongue parts my lips and slants against mine, and goosebumps dance over my skin.
I draw my hands up to his face and slide my fingers into his hair. His hands trail down my arms in light, lingering passes, and the familiarity of it makes my chest hurt.
Reed shifts onto my lounge chair, and I make room for him as he leans over me. The warm string lights above us throw an amber glow across his face, catching in his hair, and his eyes are soft and hooded.
He kisses me again, possessive but as if he’s in no rush. Like he’s savoring me.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs against my jaw, his mouth trailing down toward my throat as I lift my head to give him better access.
He takes his time undressing me, and then himself. We keep getting distracted by kisses and touches and whispered words, but once we’re both naked, he leans back a little to look down at me.
I inhale the salty ocean air, my heart hammering as our eyes lock. The waves crash distantly beyond the deck as a breeze ruffles Reed’s hair, and this all feels like a dream I don’t want to wake up from.
“Do you ever wish…” My voice goes quiet. “You could stay here forever?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “With you? Absolutely.”
He’s smiling into our kiss when our lips meet again, and then he hisses out a breath as I reach down to wrap a hand around his cock. His hips thrust a little into my touch, and he’s warm and solid against my palm.
“I’m so hard for you it hurts.” His voice is hoarse. “Feel what you do to me, baby? Every fucking time.”
I squeeze him, then bring my hand up to lick my palm before wrapping my fingers around his shaft again and stroking him. He grunts softly, nipping at my lower lip, then starts to pull away.
“I’ll grab a condom,” he says. “If I don’t get inside you soon, you’re gonna make me come like this.”
He straightens, but before he can walk back inside, I reach out to catch his hand. “Wait.”
He pauses, his eyes searching my face. “You okay?”
My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it. I bite the inside of my cheek for a beat before the words come out in a rush. “Don’t grab the condom.”
His brows draw together. “You don’t want me to—”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m only sleeping with you, and I’m on birth control. I got tested before we started, and I’m clean.” My voice is shaky now, the words coming too fast. “I just… I want to feel you. All of you. Nothing between us.”
He doesn’t say anything for a beat. His eyes have gone darker, something I can’t read passing through them, and worry starts to creep in as the silence stretches.
“I’m sorry—I know we have the contract, and this is supposed to be casual—”
“Liv.” He leans down and presses his mouth to mine, cutting me off. The kiss is deep and so hungry that it steals all the air from my lungs. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. “I’ve been tested too, and I’m good. Since we started this thing, I haven’t been with anyone but you.”
The breath rushes out of me, and I sink back into the cushions. “So do you want to…?”
“Fuck you without a condom? Feel that perfect fucking pussy squeeze around me with not a damn thing between us?” He grins, but that intense thing I saw in his eyes is still there. “Hell fucking yes, I do.”
I can’t help grinning at that, butterflies flapping wildly in my stomach. “Then get back down here.”
I tug on his hand, and he moves fast, settling over my body as his slick cockhead bobs against my inner thigh. He hovers over me on the long lounge chair, his face inches from mine, and the look on his face makes my throat go tight.
“You sure?” he murmurs.
I nod. “I’m sure.”
His nostrils flare, and guides his cock to my entrance and starts to push in.
I gasp as he fills me the first few inches.
We’ve done this so many times by now, but holy fuck, it feels different like this.
The slick, hot drag of his bare cock pushing into me without anything between us is so much more than I was prepared for.
My eyes flutter closed, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He works his way in with a few strokes, his breath coming faster against my mouth, his hands tight on my hips like he’s holding himself in check.
“Fuck. Liv—”
“I know,” I whimper.
“You feel… Christ.” His voice is ragged, and he presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “You feel incredible. So warm. So wet. So fucking tight. I’m never going to stop thinking about this.”
I lift my hips to meet him, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He stays buried inside me for a long moment, like he can’t bear to move, his body taut above mine.
It feels incredible, but there’s a demanding ache building inside me that craves more. I shift my hips under him, squeezing my thighs around his waist.
“Reed, please… move.”
He huffs out a hoarse laugh. “I’m not going to last like this, baby. I’m going to try. But you feel too good.”
I drag my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “It’s okay. I don’t need you to stay in control right now. I want to feel you lose it.”
He makes a hungry, indecipherable sound at that. Then he starts to fuck me with long, deep thrusts that send sparks up my spine. The chair makes a little noise of protest beneath us, but I’m too distracted by how good everything feels to worry about whether we’ll break it.
“You feel so fucking good.” Reed’s mouth finds mine, the kiss messy and desperate. “I don’t ever want to use a condom with you again.”
A helpless sound escapes me as I cling to him, arching up into every thrust, completely overwhelmed. His breath is ragged against my cheek, and he fucks me like he’s chasing the same thing I am.
His hand slides down between us, his thumb finding my clit. He works it in circles in time with his thrusts, and I cry out openly, letting him hear what he’s doing to me.
I can barely keep my eyes open, but I do. The way he’s watching me fall apart is somehow the most intimate part of all of it. The pleasure in my veins is building fast, and I understand completely what he said earlier about not being able to make it last. It feels too fucking good.
My thighs start to shake, and I dig my heels into the muscles of his ass, urging him deeper.
“Don’t stop. Fuck, I’m close—”
“Come for me, baby,” he grunts. “I’m right there too.”
He changes the pressure on my clit, and I cry out again as I go flying over the edge.
Reed really is right there with me, erupting at the same moment I do.
His cock pulses, his strokes stuttering as he buries himself to the hilt inside me.
I can feel the hot jets of his cum filling me up as it goes on for what feels like minutes.
Even once his cock stops twitching and throbbing, Reed stays buried inside me, his body slumped warm against mine, both of us breathing hard.
My arms are wrapped around his shoulders, my legs around his waist, the two of us completely entwined.
He presses kisses to the curve of my neck, my jaw, my temple, his lips lingering in each spot.
“Christ, Liv. I’m…”
“Ruined,” I murmur, nodding dazedly.
He chuckles. “Took the word right out of my mouth.”
His mouth finds mine in a lazy kiss, then he nuzzles against my neck for a long moment, his breath warm against my skin. I run my fingers through his hair as our sweat slicked skin sticks together.
When he finally pulls out, I feel the warm rush of his cum spilling out of me, and my breath catches at the sensation. He looks down between my legs, and the heat that crosses his face at the sight makes me shiver.
His eyes lift to mine, his jaw working. “That’s so fucking hot. Seeing you like this. Full of me…”
I flush all over as he drags his fingers through the mess and then presses some of it back inside me. The intimate, filthy, possessive gesture pulls a soft gasp out of me, an aftershock of pleasure trembling through my already over-sensitive body.
I give him a look, arching a brow even as my pussy clenches. “You’re a caveman.”
His eyes go warm, a grin pulling at his lips. “Only for you, Liv. You bring it out in me.”
Heat blooms low in my belly at the way he says it. He gives me another lingering kiss, his hand tracing a line along my hip. Then he climbs off the chair and pads barefoot toward the house.
A few minutes later, he comes back with a warm, damp washcloth in his hand.
He settles on the edge of the lounge chair beside me, and the first press of the cloth against my pussy makes me whimper quietly.
He cleans me up like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his free hand resting on my hip, his eyes focused on what he’s doing.
I watch him work, trying to ignore the emotions churning in my chest. The tender way he’s taking care of me right now is doing something to my heart, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep denying it.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
His eyes flick up to mine, crinkling a little at the corners. “Always.”
When he’s done, he tosses the washcloth onto the empty lounge chair beside us and reaches for me. He slides one arm beneath my shoulders and the other under my knees, and before I can register what he’s doing, he lifts me against his chest.
“Reed!” A surprised laugh escapes me, and my arms come up around his neck on instinct. “I can walk.”
“But you don’t have to if I’m carrying you.” He shrugs, as if it’s just that simple. “Come on, let’s get you outside. I’m sure you’re exhausted, and I’m not letting you sleep out here, baby.”
He carries me inside and lays me down on the bed, then pulls the blanket up over both of us as he settles in beside me.
We lie on our sides, facing each other, our hands finding each other on the mattress between us. I hook my leg over his. He’s warm and steady against me, and the weight of his arm draped over my waist makes me feel safer than I have in a long time.
His eyes hold mine, and there’s something in his expression I haven’t seen before. Something that makes my heart kick against my ribs and my throat go tight all over again. There are a million words I want to say to him, but they all get caught somewhere behind my ribs.
If I can’t tell him how much I care about him, I’ll just show him. I draw myself closer, my hand sliding up to his jaw as my mouth finds his. His tongue parts my lips, his arm tightens around my waist, and our bodies press together until there’s no space left between us at all.