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Nicole dried off quickly, reaching for her clean clothes, but Reece pushed her hands away. She glared up at him. “I’m not going to traipse around a strange house in nothing but my birthday suit. At least let me put my T-shirt and panties on.”
He grinned. “I suppose I can deal with that.”
“Thanks, I’m glad you approve,” she replied sarcastically as she bent over to pull her panties up her legs.
Reece watched her, admiring the view. “Where did you get the tattoo?” He ran his hand over her right hip, the heart-shaped tattoo blood red.
“I walked into a tattoo parlor and asked for it.”
“It looks brand new.”
“It is. I rewarded myself for winning the writing scholarship.”
He dropped to his knees, kissing the tattooed heart. “Are you going to get another one when you’re published?”
She nodded, closing her eyes at the feel of his tongue running over her skin. “I think I’ll get a heart tattoo whenever I get a new book published.” She shrugged. “Who knows, this may end up being my only one.”
“Don’t say that.” He nipped her cheek. “Why is it hidden on your hip?”
Her eyes popped open. She moved away from the tantalizing warmth of his mouth. “My father doesn’t know I have it. It’s my little rebellion.”
“Is he not a fan of tattoos?”
“No, he likes them. He has tattoos, and my brother has tattoos, but he says they look trashy on a woman. Personally, I think tats are sexy when they’re done tastefully and hav
e some meaning to them.”
He stood up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I think you should get one dead center in your back, so I have something to look at while I’m . . .” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her in the mirror.
“That’s very nice, Mr. Woodhouse. Push your partner’s head in the pillow while you take her like a dog. Super sexy,” she said sarcastically, moving out of his embrace.
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” he quipped, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.
She pivoted on her heel, facing him with her hands planted on her hips. “Who says I haven’t? You’re not the only guy I’ve been with.” Those sweatpants looked too good, riding low on his hips that way.
He sauntered up to her. “That’s true, but I’ll be the one to make you cum while I mount you from behind.” He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his hips and carrying her out of the bathroom and down the hall to the couch.
She ran her hands through his wet hair. “You’re too cocky by half, mister.”
He nipped her ear. “And you’re enjoying every bit of it.”
She laughed, hugging him tight as her feet were digging into his tight buttocks. “Where are we going now?”
“I want a snack,” he said, tossing her down on the cushions, “and you’re on the menu.” She sat up as he moved between her spread legs, pulling her hips forward, pushing her panties to the side. “Will you let me have you?” he asked, tracing his fingers up and down her inner thighs and slowly circling in to the center of her.
Her body was already weeping its acceptance, clamoring for him to take that final step and claim her with his mouth. “What are you waiting for? You don’t need permission.”
His shoulders lowered, lifting her thighs onto them, spreading her legs wider. He gazed down at the morsel he was about to nibble, noticing the burgundy curls barely protecting her secrets. “You are a true redhead. I wasn’t sure until now.”
“You have a veritable banquet in front of you, and you’re fascinated with my hair color. This is not a seductive conversation at all.”
He leaned forward, flicking his tongue against her. “Shut up, Nicole.” And for once she did as she was told.
Reece took his time, driving her to the brink and then easing off, changing his position, and again taking her to the brink before easing off. His hands worked her below while his tongue worked her above. At one point her hands gripped his head, pushing him into her and squirming beneath his mouth to find her release. She tensed beneath his fingers, arching upward, frozen, before a scream of pleasure was torn from her throat.
He sat back on his haunches, his head resting on her leg as he watched her recover. She was exquisite in her release—her body fused in rosy hues. If he was an artist, he’d paint her just as she was now.
Nicole opened her eyes, glassy with tears, as her hips were still jerking with the aftereffects of her climax. “I don’t want to know where you learned how to do that. You’re probably a Gold card member at the Cadillac Ranch.”
