Her brown irises sparkled in the moonlight as she captured my gaze. “How many days have you been sober now?”
I wasn’t quite ready to have this conversation with her, but she needed to know. I knew it was clear she didn’t remember our conversation from when she was drugged, after time had lapsed and she still hadn’t brought it up. “It’s been 428 days. Since the day after we met.”
She repeated, “It’s been 428 days …” Her voice waned, as if she wanted to say more, but she stopped herself. Then she said, “I’m sorry I dragged you to all those bars with me.”
I needed to touch her, to comfort her as much as her presence soothed me. I cupped her cheek. “I should be the one still apologizing, atoning for hurting you. It’s a boundary I set for myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m tempted every time I walk into a bar. If anything, being with you is my motivation to stay on the straight and narrow.”
She pressed up on her tiptoes, brushing a soft kiss to my mouth. The press of her lips felt like gratitude and forgiveness, like tenderness and affection.
“We don’t need to go drinking. I’m happy just to get wasted on you.” Her breath danced across my skin with her words.
I could feel the heat brewing between us, the yearning growing with every shared inhale and exhale.
I dropped my forehead to hers, my hands going to her waist to bring her closer. She’d walked all this way across the ranch in only two articles of clothing. To come to me.
She was irresistible. A temptation. One from which I was not going to deny myself.
“So tell me then, sweetheart, what can I do for you?”
Our chests were both heaving, as if we were trying to suck in mountain air but it was too thin and our lungs were too tight.
She leaned away from me slightly until I could see her blown-out pupils. “I want you. I want you to eat me out until I come, and then I want to ride you until we’re both careening over the edge.”
“Fuck, baby,” I whispered, before wrapping my arm around her to pull her closer and crush my mouth to hers.
24
lina
Reed hoisted me up, letting me wrap my legs around his waist while he carried me to his bed. We both fell into the plush mattress, the duvet already thrown back from when he got up to meet me at his bedroom door. Our lips didn’t leave each other. He was an amazing fucking kisser. I could probably orgasm just from his kisses alone. As the weight of his hard body covered me, I parted my knees wider, my hips pressing toward him to feel his growing cock between my thighs.
While my tongue tangled with his, I shrugged off my jacket. A groan emitted from his throat when he felt my stiff nipples brush his chest.
“Lina,” he whispered into my mouth.
His lips started to leave mine, but I wasn’t ready to stop kissing him.
“Show me how you’re going to suck my clit.” I traced my tongue over his mouth.
“Fuck.” He captured the tip of my tongue lightly between his teeth and then sucked it into his mouth.
It was my turn to moan, my eyes fluttering closed, feeling the pull of his mouth all the way down into my clit like a fucking tether. My pussy pulsed, and my hips bucked in response. I wasdesperate to feel his mouth everywhere. His kisses were like the craziest aphrodisiac.
His hands caressed my curves, one palm pausing at my breast to drag his thumb across the tightened bud.
“Now move that mouth to my tits,” I whispered against his lips.
“You’re doing so well, baby, telling me exactly what you want.”
My lips twitched with his praise. “I’m a quick learner.”
“Yeah, you are, and you’re going to get everything you asked for.”
“Reed,” I whined, my hips grinding against his now as if I were a cat in heat.
He chuckled into my skin, his mouth coasting down my throat, across my collarbone, and down my chest. His tongue flicked out, drawing circles on my breast as he inched closer to my nipple. The tip of his tongue swirled around the stiffened peak until he drew it into his mouth.
I moaned, arching into him, wanting him to suck me dry. His teeth scraped the sensitive tip.
