“That’s it, fuck me, Rusty. Fuck me hard.” He was ranting, couldn’t shut the hell up, close to blowing, close to losing his shit completely. Rusty rode him, tits bouncing, hot and slick and tight. He pressed harder on her clit, pinched it between his fingers, and she shattered, bucking against him wildly. “Ah, shit. That’s it, baby.”
Control snapping, he gripped her hips and slammed up inside her once, twice, three times, then he was coming, hard enough to darken his vision, to muffle Rusty’s cries. He roared through it, his cock pulsing hard inside her until all he could do was jerk and pant as she wrung every last bit of pleasure from his body.
When she collapsed on top of him, he tightened his arms around her, skin slicked with sweat, completely sated. Wrapping her hair around his fist, he kissed the side of her neck, worked his way to her ear, and whispered, “I’m never letting you go again.”
“Better not,” she mumbled against his throat.
Then a few minutes later she fell asleep, body draped over his, cock still buried inside her.
Where she belonged.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Over the brim of her coffee cup, Rusty watched Reid dish up the scrambled eggs he’d made for breakfast. She could never have predicted what happened last night. She had been positive that the man standing across from her had every intention of letting her go, had let her go.
But here she sat, almost as if the last week hadn’t happened. Almost. Because although she knew his reasons for what he’d done—good reasons—for pushing her away, it would still take her time to get past the pain he’d caused, for that wound to repair. To build her trust back to what it was. The man had issues, and now she knew what they were. She just hoped that the next time he went to that dark place, he let her be there for him, to help him through, instead of trying to shove her from his life.
She took a sip of her coffee. “Smells good.”
He wore only a pair of jeans, his back bare, displaying the thick slabs of muscle, the smooth skin, all that lickable ink. Looking at her over his shoulder, he grinned. “Don’t get excited. I can’t cook for shit. I can do eggs. I can fry bacon. That’s as far as my skills in the kitchen go.”
She snorted. “I see a lot of takeout in our future. I’m about as handy in the kitchen as a spare tire.” The muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched as he scraped the last of the eggs from the pan, and her mouth went dry when he turned, carrying her plate to her. The top button of his jeans was undone, and she couldn’t help but follow the enticing trail of dark hair that dipped below. She knew what the man hid down there, and it was nothing to sneeze at.
Reid had woken her a short time ago by sliding into her from behind, his sleep-roughened voice skating across her skin, fingers expertly working her clit, and here she was, hungry for another taste of the man.
The bulge in his jeans started to grow before her eyes, and she licked her lips, eyes darting up to his. “Does that thing ever get tired?”
“Baby, you’re staring at my cock like you want to eat it for breakfast. What do you think’s gonna happen?” He put her plate down in front of her. “Eat this first, then we’ll take turns eating each other.”
His voice was doing the growly, raspy thing she loved, and she had to squeeze her thighs together to stop the ache. “I like that idea. A lot.”
“Shit, woman, you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”
She smirked. “I didn’t know you could die from having a constant boner.”
He returned her smile. It was full-on, completely gorgeous, all straight white teeth, and sent a hit of pleasure from her head all the way down to her toes. “Smart ass.”
“You love it.” She shoved a mouthful of eggs in her mouth and groaned. They had barely come up for air since they left Alex and Deke’s engagement party the night before, and she was starving.
When she looked up from her plate, Reid was watching her, that intense gaze locked on hers. “Yeah, I love it. And don’t forget it.”
She swallowed down her mouthful, heart fluttering madly against her ribs. “I’ll try not to.”
“Good. Now, hurry up and finish your breakfast. I wanna take you back to bed.”
“You’re getting no complaints from me.”
Reid's phone rang on the counter beside his plate, and he cursed when he saw who it was. “I need to take this.” He put it to his ear. “What?”
He grunted a few times, did some more cursing, then ended the call.
“Everything okay?”
He shook his head. “I need to head into work for a bit.”
“On a Sunday?”
“We have an urgent job, and the client just called with some last-minute changes. I need to go in and sort a few things out, call in a few favors to get the parts we need today.” He walked around to her side of the breakfast bar, moved up behind her, then brushed her hair to the side and kissed her just below her ear. “I won’t be long. You hang out here, watch a movie or something, and I’ll bring lunch home with me?”
