Chapter 42 Water #2
The door beeps open, and we’re in the room, my legs still locked around his waist as the door slaps shut behind us.
I pull back as I slide down his solid torso, dragging my hands down his chest. “Not having second thoughts about being a boyfriend, correct?” I arch a brow, feeling utterly feral as my fingers pause on the top button of his jeans, dipping behind the waist to tease the hot skin behind the metal.
Reed’s searing blue eyes are locked on mine, the intensity of his desire radiating back at me as his lips curl into an amused grin. “Fuck no.”
He’s kissing me hard, hands back in my hair as I unbutton his sopping wet pants.
His fingers deftly undo the button on mine.
“Planning to ghost tomorrow?” I murmur as he slips down the length of my body.
He’s on his knees now, working the pants off my legs. He looks up, his gaze piercing through me again. He tugs the second leg off and tosses the pants aside with a thwack.
“Fuck no.”
That fuck ricochets through me. He runs his fingers up the back of my legs. “You’re so unbelievably fucking gorgeous in every conceivable way.” He presses his mouth into my inner thigh, and I almost collapse. I fist a hand of his hair to steady myself.
“I want to take fucking care of you.” He gently clamps his teeth over a section of sensitive skin, and a breathy gasp wisps out of me.
I grab his shirt collar and tug him back up to standing. “I don’t need to be taken care of.”
He catches my mouth in an aggressive kiss. “Only makes me want to do it more.”
My heart shivers as I shove at his pants.
He maneuvers us, backing me into the bathroom, hands roaming, cupping my breasts, grabbing my ass.
His finger finds the spot between my legs begging to be touched and strokes.
I arch into the pressure, breaking from his lips to breathe, stumbling into the giant glass shower in this hotel bathroom.
Reed moves with me, pressing my body into the glass, stroking, closing his lips over mine.
Tongue and mouth moving in rhythm with his hand.
My breath hitches.
“Rikki, I want to make you things,” he growls, voice deep, breath hot against my neck.
I gasp as pleasure jolts through me.
“I want to clean your fucking house.”
“What the fuck.” A moan rasps out of me.
He starts moving faster. Harder. “I want to worship you and all the fucking-too-much everything you have to offer.”
I see stars as his fingers dive into me, as he grinds against my torso, hard in his underwear.
Sparks blow out from my center. He catches my mouth, pinning me against the glass with his torso like a pressed flower as his fingers curl, work, stroke.
I tremble around him, grinding against his hand, as an overpowering wave of bliss ripples through me.
I slide my eyes open, finding his locked on me, his hand still moving, coaxing out new tendrils of pleasure. “Fuck.” I breathe hard. “You.”
Reed smiles lazily, lifting his arm to brace against the glass. He bows forward, hovering his mouth over my ear. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I am molten as I push off the glass and shove open the door to a shower the size of the kitchen in my apartment.
There’s a bench, handholds, a second nozzle.
This thing was designed for a party of two.
I throw on the main nozzle. Reed slides his arms around me from behind, pulling me tight against him as his fingers find me again.
Stroke, circle, press between my legs. His other hand cups my breast.
My consciousness feels like it’s engaged in a tug-of-war between this plane and a second one where my being wants to explode into glitter and dust. His chest is an immovable wall as I go taut. His mouth is on my ear again. He kisses the hollow behind it. Tugs on the lobe.
“Reed,” I breathe.
“Yes.” He bites my ear as he plunges fingers back into me.
I gasp. “I want you, right the fuck now.”
His arms loosen, and I grab his wrists, pulling him into the shower. The door flops shut behind us as I start to work his black T-shirt, still stuck to him like a second skin, up, off. I roll it off his abs. Oh my god. His pecs. He raises his arms. The shirt hits the shower floor with a splat.
“Over there.” I point him to the bench about a foot off the wall with a well-placed metal handle. He obeys, padding over, watching me, rapt, as he lowers onto the marble, steam filling the glass shower, billowing around us.
I take a half second to drink him in as my body pulses. Thick-built thighs that you could crush a damn orange between. Broad shoulders, built arms, cut torso. He’s hot. I’ve never been with someone so physically adept before. There’s so much to explore.
But the ache in my core won’t allow for that right now.
The need for more of him is palpable. My heart feels like a strobe light in my chest as I move toward him again.
As soon as I’m within reach, Reed snatches my waist, squeezes my ass, before sliding his hands up to the arms of my bodysuit. He tugs them down, freeing my breasts.
“Rikki. Jesus Christ.”
“Condom?”
He slips his hand into the band of his underwear and pulls one out.
I take it. “I’ll ask about this later.”
His mouth twitches upward as I free him from his purple boxers, running my hand up and down over his soft skin a few times before sliding on the condom.
He continues staring at me, blazing into my eyes, and breathing hard as I arrange myself over him on my knees.
A noise slips out of me as his erection teases the thin material at the apex of the bodysuit.
He tugs it to the side as I lower myself onto him.
I gasp, a beam of hot light striking up my torso as I stretch around him.
“Fuck, Rikki.” He catches my mouth as we start to move. Together. Like we’ve done this before. Like it’s a dance we’ve been trying to do with other partners our whole lives, but the pieces never fit. Adrenaline courses through me as we increase the tempo.
He grabs me by the creases of my hips, groaning, fingers burrowing in, slamming into me. Each time an explosion of stardust hurtles up into my body. Why does this feel better than anything ever has?
“Rikki.”
I arch back, digging my nails into his shoulder blade, clutching at the railing above his head with my other hand for leverage. “Yes.”
“Fuck me—I’m already close.”
I look down into his molten-blue eyes, his abs on full display. “You are so fucking beautiful.” I ride him harder. Kiss him like I’m trying to consume his final breath. “Let the fuck go.”
“Christ, Romona.”
His fingers find me as we kick the tempo up another notch, gasping against each other.
“Let go,” I demand again, and this time he obeys, relinquishing control, eyes blowing wide. The building wave of sparkling, hot bliss crashes through me, and he closes his lips over mine, swallowing the satisfied moan rising in my throat.
When the kiss breaks, he presses his forehead against mine. “Holy shit.”
“Holy shit,” I breathe, clutching at his surprisingly muscular neck.
He rises from the bench, picking me up with him like I’m no heavier than a bag of groceries, still inside me, and walks us toward the showerhead. His fingers dig into my upper thighs, and my palms press into his cheeks as I demand more of his lips.
I don’t want to ever separate from him. I want to be right here, fused to this man.
He pulls his mouth back a half centimeter from mine. “Rikki, you just fucked me into another dimension I didn’t know existed.”
I tug on his bottom lip. Kiss the shit out of him one more time. “How did you know how to do that to me so easily?”
He smiles against my mouth. “I studied that chapter, Rikki. I study you. You’re my favorite subject.”
He finishes me again before we even start to shower.