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“Don’t act like a prude, Ri. We both know you’re not.”
My mind immediately went to all the non-prudish things he’d done to me—all the non-prudish things I still wanted him to do to me—and my breathing grew shallow. I turned my gaze to Reno. Hunger burned in his eyes and his nostrils flared. His thoughts had gone in the same direction as mine. And there came the sexual tension again.
“The damn story, Ren!” I all but yelled, as my head launched a slew of x-rated images at me.
“Fuck. Right.” He gave his head a firm shake. “Yeah. He’s ass ugly, I kick the shit out of him. The guys are spewing some shit about how I rearranged his face, and then someone pipes up with how I improved it. Next thing, I’ve renovated it. Renner, Reno. You get it. It’s dumb as fuck, but it stuck.”
His words came so fast, I could barely keep up. I’d lost interest in the topic, anyway. We were both breathing heavily by the time he finished, and our heated gazes locked. Reno’s burned like hot coals.
“The fuck are we doing, Ri?”
Practically panting, I shook my head. “Being friends?”
“Screw this.”
We both lunged. My hands clutched his hair, his fingers tunnelled through mine, knocking the pen loose and sending it cascading over my shoulder as our mouths fastened together. It was frantic, our movements desperate. Rising to our knees, our bodies aligned. My breasts crushed against his chest, where his heart raced like a train, matching mine beat for beat.
“Fuck, Riley,” he groaned against my lips.
I nodded frantically. “I know,” I gasped. My hips arched into him, needing to be closer. His hands dropped to cup my ass, pulling me in. A moan tore from my lips. “We shouldn’t.”
It was the weakest protest ever uttered.
/> “I know,” he agreed. But his grip tightened, tongue plunging between my lips while a hand grasped my thigh, lifting to curl it around his hip. The angle positioned him right where I needed him most and my head fell back on my shoulders, heat flooding my core. “That good, baby?” he murmured.
Eyes squeezed shut, my head bobbed wildly. “Uh-huh.”
“Yeah?” Hand splaying over my butt cheek, he thrust against me. Lids half mast, I gazed up at him. The fire in his eyes could have set me alight. His lips captured mine with a ferocity that was mind blowing. My bones went limp as I sagged into his hard body, all control gone.
My back hit the cushions, Reno’s lips stayed on mine as he sank between my thighs, still holding my leg up around his waist. His free hand found the hem of my shirt, swiping it up to reveal my bra. He hastily tugged it down, freeing a breast and closing his palm around it while his hips ground into me. I was delirious, head rolling, sensation building like a storm. God, I needed to feel him. My fingers roamed his back, grasping handfuls of fabric and tearing at it. Reno broke the kiss, reaching above his head to pull his shirt off, then did the same with mine.
Without stopping to process my actions, I reached down. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, roughly jerking them over his ass. Reno dipped to catch my lips again. Our mouths opened as we breathed into each other, our eager hands working to remove our clothes. Raised on my elbows, I kicked at the black fabric caught around my ankles, trying to free my legs. On his knees, Reno reached behind to snag the material and pull it from me, throwing it aside. Bending over me, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and peeled them down over my thighs, before sinking a finger into me. My sigh was sheer exhilaration and relief.
He eased back, his black, hooded gaze locked onto where his finger slid slowly in and out of me.
“Ren,” I whimpered, head thrashing on the pillow.
“I got you, baby,” he murmured as he sank a second finger inside, his thumb pressing against my clit. The combination was enough to send me hurtling into oblivion. Stars danced behind my eyes and my fingers raked over his skin as my body rode the wave of ecstasy. He didn’t give me any time to recover. Pulling out his fingers and rolling on a condom, he settled between my legs and pushed into me in one smooth thrust before I’d finished coming down.
He rose over me, his hands locking onto both of mine and holding them captive high above my head. My spine arched, pushing my breasts out. His head lowered, catching a nipple between his teeth. The slight pinch sent a jolt of pleasure directly to my center, making me gasp and my thighs clench around Reno’s hips. It was overload. I could already feel another orgasm building as he slid in and out of my body, his pace increasing, pelvis slamming into mine roughly. The contact created a delicious friction that heightened with every thrust. My nipple popped out of his mouth as he lifted his head.
“Look at me, Ri,” he grunted.
My eyes drifted open, lids hung low, and our gazes connected. His brimmed with an intensity so fierce, so unbearably raw, I had to fight the urge to look away. As we stared into each other, his movements grew frenzied, his brow creasing and his chest straining, and then we both went spiralling over the edge.
His weight landed on top of me, clammy hands cradling my head as his face sank into the cushion. Wrapping my arms around his back, I trailed my fingers over his skin as my lungs worked double time to suck in vital oxygen. The feel of his heart racing against mine was probably one of the best feelings in the world. But worry crept in, and tension seeped into my muscles, swiftly replacing the euphoria. Based on the previous two encounters, I’d be stupid not to expect another disappearing act. Slamming my eyes closed, I mentally chastised myself. We’d just got back to a level footing. This could easily send him into another tailspin. How the hell could I let this happen?
“Don’t.” His head rose and he lifted until his face hovered several inches above mine. I quickly turned my head to the side, noting how the muscles in his arms flexed by my head. “Don’t overthink it.”
Tension clung to me and apprehension pressed down on my chest. “We shouldn’t have done that,” I blurted.
“Probably not,” he said, but there was amusement in his tone. It threw me.
“It could ruin everything,” I clarified. Why wasn’t he running for the hills?
“It could.”
My frustration built. I wanted to see his reaction, but I couldn’t seem to make myself look at him. “Well... has it?” I demanded, huffing out a breath.
