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My heart was racing a mile a minute, a war raging inside me. Fornicate or flight?
I don’t think I’d ever wanted a man between my legs more—I was shocked to even have an impulse like this, so raw and needy and… and dirty.
But I just needed to know—
“You’ll stop if I say stop?” I whispered anxiously, my hands reaching out and clenching reflexively around his shoulders.
His eyes widened, like almost for a second he looked horrified, and his hands dropped off me completely. “Charlie, look, we don’t have to do anything. Why don’t we slow down? I’ve got some tea I can make and we can talk—”
“That’s sweet,” I said as I grabbed his jaw and went to kiss him desperately again.
I paused just a tiny moment before meeting his lips, allowing him the choice too. He chose the second I offered, and our lips met in the most—
It was like being lifted out of my body and coming back into it for the very first time.
I blinked open in shock and looked into his blue-gray chameleon eyes. They changed colors, I realized now, depending on what he was wearing. In his gray nightshirt, they were stone gray.
We kissed again and wow. I cemented my body against him, needing to touch as much of him as possible, all at once. Surface area, I needed surface area.
Why were our stupid clothes still on, anyway? What the hell? I wanted to be touching his skin. I wanted my skin to be touching his skin. I wanted all the skin to be rubbing, and sliding against each other, and I wanted to lick all the way down his—
I broke the most glorious kiss on God’s green earth to grab for his hem. He met me and together we yanked his shirt up and off over his head. It got caught on his forehead and we both laughed and then kissed, and then laughed through our kiss. And then kissed until there was nothing more to laugh about.
I reached down and pulled my long-sleeved shirt off over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I had had a plan in mind when coming here. There was a yellowing bruise on my back from where Jeff had kicked me last week, but it was fading. As long as we stayed facing each other, it should be fine.
But all my plans seemed silly now that I was faced with the reality of Reece in the flesh. Dear Lord, I’d had no idea, I’d been a little fool thinking I’d just try to get something out of my system when—
Reece reached down, his hand slipping directly underneath my leggings and my panties all at once. And just like that, he found the spot.
I gasped and arched into him at the cool touch of his middle finger against me. It was so intimate for him to touch me there. Reece. Oh God, Reece was touching me there. He tickled inside me, pushing in my channel just a tease and then pulling out again and expertly finding my clit.
Holy shit, who was this guy??? I thought guys being able to do this, well, were a myth.
At the moment, I didn’t fucking care who he was, just that he was here, and he was with me.
He circled deep, and I mewled. Yes. Mewled. But now he was stroking with his finger, deep in the channel, then circling my lips and landing on my clit, then pulsing with his palm in hard, round rubs right where I’d always ever wanted. Oh shit. Oh God. Holy— Yes, that, holy shit, that—
His mouth on my mouth silenced my shouts. I wasn’t being quiet because I couldn’t, I couldn’t, because now he was flicking my clit with that devilish middle finger of his flicking and then circling, flicking and circling—
So I cried my pleasure into his mouth because it— It—
It just felt like I was bursting out in a starburst. My whole body flying upwards, like energy had burst out from my sternum and then resounded back in through my pussy.
And when I landed back in my body, holy shit. Holy shit, it was him and me. He was there, and his mouth was still demanding and in charge of mine.
I met him, aftershocks rolling through my body, pulsing through our kisses.
“Bed,” I gasped, glazed tears of pleasure at the edges of my eyes, realizing only now we were still just standing in the doorway, me clutching Reece’s body while he played my mine like an instrument.
“Bed. Let’s do this.” My breaths came out panted and I couldn’t say much more than that.
He slid his finger out of me achingly slowly; only to grab my waist and tug me over to the cot.
Which was when we both realized that yeah, it was a cot.
I put my hand over my mouth and started giggling. Reece just grinned, kicked off his boxers, and sat down to straddle the thing. He leaned over and reached down in his dusty suitcase that was still under the cot and pulled out a condom.
“Very good boy,” I said. I arched an eyebrow, to which he grinned and held out his hands in a ridiculous ta da motion. Dear Lord, the fact that I was managing human speech at all after what he’d just done to me… Somebody give me a damn prize.
