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She fluttered her eyelashes. “Did you not like it?”
“You know damn well I liked it too fucking much.” His words were clipped as he crashed his mouth to hers, devouring her and leaving her breathless. With one quick movement, she was beneath him. He reached over to his nightstand and ripped open the drawer. He brought his arm back, holding a condom.
Lifting her hips, she pressed against him, shifting up and down, telling him exactly what she needed. He tore the foil opened and sheathed himself.
She didn’t think she’d ever recover from her orgasm, but with this gorgeous man above her, his cock resting just outside her, she was desperate to feel him. Impatient, she reached for him.
He smiled, swatting her hand away. “I got it from here.”
“Are you—” Her words were lost to a cry that tore from her throat at the intense pleasure as he pushed inside her. His hips moved in fluid strokes, driving her to the edge faster than she wanted, but she couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop the waves of ecstasy crashing into her, forcing her to give up the reins of control. She was a prisoner to his body.
His thumb brushed her clit, and the wave she had been cresting slammed into her, throwing her off kilter, knocking her out of reality and throwing her into utopia.
Her nails dug into his back, holding tight as colors swirled around her, and life as she knew it would never be the same.
Chapter 19
Reid lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling and holding Allison against him. He did not have that on his bingo card for today. He took a deep breath, letting the aftershocks die down and trying to find reality. For the last hour, reality hadn’t existed. He was in a damn fantasy, staring at Allison and her amazing body and mouth.
He swiped his finger along her kiss-swollen lips. “I am not surprised you know how to use your mouth so well.”
She pressed up, resting her arm on his chest and her chin on her arm. “Are you really poking the you talk too much stick at me right now?”
He laughed, feeling at ease for the first time in a very long time. “I am.”
She pinched his side. “You think you’re real funny, don’t you?”
He let his laugh answer for him.
Allison sat up, dragging the comforter with her, covering her beautiful body, and looked around his room. “You know… All these years we’ve known each other, and I still don’t feel like I know anything about you.”
“What’s there to know?”
“I don’t know. What’s your favorite movie?” she asked.
“Die Hard,” he said without hesitation.
She snorted. “Predictable.”
A smile lifted his lips. “What does that mean?”
She shrugged, then leaned over and scooped up his shirt, wrapping herself in the oversized material. “It’s just no surprise, considering every guy wanted to be John McClane.”
“I didn’t want to be John McClane.”
Her gaze shot to him, and her head tilted. Did she have any idea how adorable she looked right now? Sex ruffled, kiss swollen, and completely comfortable in his bed. His dick jumped at the sight, and he was surprised it still had any life to give after the last hour.
“Everyone loves Bruce Willis in that movie, and he’s great, but I loved the cop, Reginald Vel Johnson. It’s what made me want to go into law enforcement. He controlled the scene, worked together to take down the bad guy. Proved I didn’t need to be in direct line of the action to make a difference.”
She tapped a finger against her lip. “Okay, definitely not predictable.”
“What about you? Favorite movie?”
“Working Girl with Melanie Griffith. I doubt you’ve seen it.”
“I know it. Lot of hair in that movie.”
She laughed. “So much hair! I am happy that style has never come back.”
