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Almost imperceptibly, Reece leaned forward to bury his face in the vulnerable spot where his finger had been, stopping a heartbeat short of savoring the pulsing blue vein in her neck with hungry lips.
The scene had a sense of déjà vu, and Jess looked forward with trepidation about his next move.
“Nice.” Unmoving, Reece deeply inhaled and exhaled her perfume, sending puffs of warm air over her sensitive skin like he’d done less than half an hour before in the elevator. “New?” Pulling back from her, Reece searched her eyes waiting for an answer. “Does it have a name?” A hint of impatience tinted his husky voice when she didn’t answer immediately.
Jess parted her lips. No sound came out of her dry throat.
Taking her cup, Reece set them both on the nearest surface. When he looked back at her, he smiled knowingly, glad for the effect he never failed to elicit from her. He was inordinately proud to hold such stirring power over such a sexy woman. It elated him to see only he, Reece Hilton, could move her the same way she moved him. The insipid dummy stood no chance. He would never make her body soar as high as he could. Reece wasthatgifted. Robert Parr was history.
Defying her own weakness, Jess wetted her lips and tried again. “Allure,” she rasped.
A lop-sided smile curved his mouth. “Trust me, you don’t need perfume to allure a man. You are a natural when it comes down to arousing and provoking his baser instincts.”
“How dare–”
“What’s the deal with lover-boy?” Reece went on, cutting her reproach short. “Do you feel like you have to give your tantalizing body to him once a month, because you cannot give him your heart? I bet the poor fool thinks himself the luckiest bugger to have walked this earth.”
“This is not–”
“Do you realize, do you have any idea of the effect this dress you’re wearing has on a man?” His eyes bearing down into hers, Reece made an infinitesimal pause. “I’m sure you do, otherwise you wouldn’t have bothered wearing it. Did you enjoy seeing lover-boy dribble with lust? I bet my best suit that his cock was so full, he was afraid he’d burst if he didn’t give it to you soon. But being too much of a gentleman, or a fool, instead of taking action, he preferred to leave the initiative up to you. And you certainly made sure the poor sod was constantly hard. The sway of your hips brushing against his groin during the slow song, the bare skin of your back, and the other tricks you played on him tonight, would’ve given a eunuch a rise.”
Jess defensively stepped back, away from him. But Reece followed her, closing the distance. One of the kitchen walls pressed against her shoulder blades, trapping her.
“Don’t try to deny it. You liked having him and half the men in that restaurant lusting after you.”
Outraged by his unjustified accusations, Jess didn’t realize his inquisitive hand had moved to another part of her anatomy, choosing a new target. Her breast. At his light touch, any defensive word she was about to say died on her parted lips. His finger drew an imaginary path around her nipple, teasing it, making it stiff. Shivers ran through her veins in rippling wave after wave of pure lust, pooling like warm water between her thighs.
Like an attentive scientist, Reece registered the tiniest reaction his touch unfettered in Jess. He watched her eyes change from clear blue to almost leaden. Noticed her nipples made two perfect indentions in the front of her dress. Saw her body open to his touch.
“At times, Jess, I hate you, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep my hands off you. You excite me like hell.” His wasn’t an accusation or a curse against her. It simply was a statement. A significant one, but a statement nonetheless.
Then Reece freed her from her coat, letting it slip to the floor. His fingers deafly unzipped the halter neck of her dress, peeling the garment off her shoulders, letting it slide past her hips and down her silk clad legs, where it joined the coat already pooling on the floor. Bending his knees, he ducked his head to cover the warm, fragrant skin between her breasts with featherlike kisses. The tip of his tongue redrew the feminine contours of her quickly rising and falling globes. A low moan formed in her throat.
“Sweet. So sweet,” he huskily murmured, intoxicated by the taste of her skin.
Jess’s knees buckled beneath her at the infinite gentleness of his moist, masterful tongue. Her hands reached out to grab his waist, seeking stability, while Reece run his tongue randomly over all the exposed skin he could reach. At last, it came to rest in the hollow at the base of her neck, where his lips applied a gentle sucking motion.
Her eyes closed. Her head arched back, inviting more caresses. Her lips opened under the persistent exploration of his thumb. Blind to everything but the sensations Reece awaked in her, Jess avidly sucked his finger, alternating the movement with a circular motion of her tongue.
“Oh my God, Jess, you drive me out of my mind,” he rasped as if in great pain, knowing what her skillful mouth felt like around his throbbing sex. “You are my drug. I need a taste of you to keep my sanity,” Reece growled, shooting darts of pure pleasure through her entire being, making her feel like the temptress, the wanton creature he’d accused her of being but minutes ago. Without realizing it, Reece was admitting he too was a victim of that same stirring power he’d accused her of eliciting from Rob and the other men at The Signature Room.
Cupping her head, he took possession of her mouth. The sweetness of the searing kiss that followed his heated words, starkly contrasted with the urgency he felt to be buried deep inside her. Jess abandoned herself to his assault, totally absorbed in her desire to possess and be possessed by him.
“I swore to myself to take it easy this time. I can’t. This, you, are a battle I cannot win,” he rasped breathlessly, giving Jess and himself barely enough time to breathe before his lips plunged back onto hers.
With a series of colorful curses, what for Reece had started off as a considerate, civil attempt to take his time with her, shifted to a frenzy, mindless battle to reach only one goal: mate.
One tug, and Reece freed Jess of her panties. One shove, a tear, and her mouth could feast on his broad, hairy chest. A tug, and she unfastened his belt. One swing of her hips and his hand was teasing the soft curls between her thighs. One smooth dive and his fingers sank inside her hot, heavy center. Jess’s dainty fingers frantically undid the button and zip of his trousers, slid his low rise trunks past his hips, and at last the only artificial barrier left standing between them was gone. Hot, thick, pulsing flesh found greedy hands with nails that lightly scratched its fierce length. Reece hissed a long, satisfied moan, baring straight white teeth that found their mark on her earlobe.
Once again, everything around them dissolved. Hearts pumped vigorously. Breaths were exhaled in a choppy, staccato cadence. Perspiration covered their skin. Like two thirsty survivors after a desert crossing, like two warriors fighting for dear life, with a forceful push Reece embedded himself securely inside her. Immeasurable pleasure-pain sliced through her as a half-choked rusty gasp escaped her parted lips. Holding on him for dear life, she dug her nails in the shirt-covered skin of his biceps.
With a litany of curses and a few mighty thrusts, each matched by the mindless undulations of her hips, tall waves of earth-shattering bliss claimed them together, bonding Reece and Jess the only way they seemed able to connect.
Their physical joining didn’t merely involve their sexes. Their minds, hearts, souls were involved too. There was no dominator, no need to show to the other who was the best at stirring up their senses, or demonstrate something. When in each other’s arms, Reece and Jess were equals, could freely express themselves glad to make the other feel just as good, almost believing that all was possible, and there was a future for them as a couple.
Spent and replete, Reece slowly left the snug warmth between her legs, and without uttering a word, adjusted his clothes and retired to another part of the apartment. From where she stood, Jess couldn’t tell which room. Left alone in the kitchen, with her back still sustained by the wall, she let herself slide down to the wooden floor under the weight of the enormous emptiness she felt inside. Hair tousled, pins lost God-only-knew-where, make-up, dress, and lingerie disheveled, now their passion was assuaged Jess let reality creep in.
Shit. No other word could better describe how she felt. Confused and angry not only at Reece for coercing her to act like a raving maniac, but also at herself for reveling in all that, Jess once again realized she needed some time alone to reassess what was happening in her life, what she’d become, because both she and Reece were unable to live separate lives. She needed time to understand where all that was leading her. To reassess her relationship with Rob, because so far, she was acting no better than the slut Reece had accused her of being and she hated herself for that.
