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He folded his clothes and placed them on the top of the dresser, and by then my anticipation was shot so high that I was afraid the second he touched me I’d come, but I wanted him inside me when I did. I wanted to clench around his cock and have his finger in my ass.
“Ream?” I was breathing so hard just thinking about it that by the time he was naked, his body straddling me, I was hyperaware of everything. Nothing was foggy or desensitized. Having a man like Ream on top of you brought sober to a whole new level.
He waited for me to talk, his finger hooked in my black yoga pants.
“I’m going to remember.”
He still didn’t grin. Instead, he gave a subtle nod. “Good. But I’ll say it again in the morning anyway.”
“Okay. Now stop fucking around and take my pants off.”
That got a twitch of a grin, and then he yanked them down taking my panties with them. And there was no folding of my clothes. No, Ream threw them on the floor and then he kissed me.
Emily was right, drunk sex was hot.
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I woke to the velvet touch of his tongue circling my nipple and arched my back, moaning. Ream’s teeth grazed the sensitive spot. Then he swirled his tongue around it again before he took it in his mouth and suckled long and hard.
“Oh God.” I was fully awake now, and Ream hovered over me. All I could see was the top of his head. I curled my fingers in his hair as he moved to the other nipple and sucked that one too then surprised me when he bit down. I cried out in pain then moaned when he soothed it with his heated tongue again. “Slow, lazy, sex?”
“Yeah, baby,” he murmured with my nipple still in his mouth, and the vibration of his voice sent shivers across the surface of my skin.
He trailed kisses between my breasts then down farther to my piercing where his tongue fiddled with the silver. “This is hot. I love this.” He lingered there a long while then moved where I had my tattoo. “And this is hot.” He kissed the ink and moved down farther. “And this …” He looked up at me and I held my breath because he was hovering so close and yet not touching where I needed him to. He watched me as his finger slid from the base of my ribs to my belly button, hesitating, then glided into the wetness. I sharply inhaled. “This …” The pad of his thumb pressed on my clit and I squirmed. “Stay still.” His voice was demanding and raspy, and I immediately stopped moving, my desire heightening. “Good girl.”
Jesus. I was burning up and ready to come just from his words. The pressure on my clit remained steady, and I wanted him to move his finger back and forth. I was aching for him to do it, but he didn’t. He kept pressure there while two fingers circled my opening. “This … is beautiful. It belongs to me now. It won’t ever feel another.”
His thumb made a slight movement and a jolt of pleasure hit me. I needed more. I had to have more. It was too slow. I didn’t like it. I was impatient and I wanted his cock inside me now. “Ream.”
He pushed two fingers inside and I stiffened and arched toward him, gasping. He stayed completely still, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw his face and it was magnetic. He stared at me and it was like he was wide open. Nothing hidden behind those dark eyes, no frown, no grin, just pure, raw honesty in his expression.
I ran my finger across his relaxed jaw, and despite the raging yearning that pulsated through me, I wanted this moment to last forever. “I belong with you. I belong to you. And I love you.” The words easily slipped from my mouth, and I saw the flicker of disbelief on his face; then it was all confident and self-assured again.
“No matter what.” He was demanding, as if he needed the confirmation that no matter what I’d always love him. I didn’t believe love could be stopped. You could run from it, hide, and cover it up with other emotions, but love didn’t give you a choice.
He pulled his fingers out and pushed them back inside. “No matter what, Kat.”
I smiled. Then I did what he always did to me and cupped his jaw in my hand. “Yeah, Ream. That’s what love is. Unconditional.”
The look that washed over him was relief, and he suddenly looked so vulnerable. I’d never seen it before. He was always strong and self-assured, knowing what he wanted and taking it. But it was there, hidden behind his dark eyes, an exposed Ream that trusted me to give him the words I just spoke.
I traced his lips with the tip of my finger. “Ream. Love doesn’t come with strings attached. It just is.” His fingers were still inside me, connected to me. “We’re going to collide. We’ll fight and argue and then we’ll have great make-up sex.” That managed a raise of his brows. But he was so serious and I didn’t get why. It was like he was afraid that now that he had me I was suddenly going to disappear. “That’s us. And I love us. You push me and make me face what I hide from. I trust you to give me that because it’s what I need. Baby, I love you for you. And I love who I am with you.”
He stared at me for several seconds then bent down and kissed my abdomen. “I don’t deserve you.” His words were quiet as he continued to sprinkle tiny kisses across my skin. “But I’m too selfish to let you go.”
I whispered, “Then don’t.”
There were no more words as his thumb started moving back and forth and I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. He kissed and suckled and his satin tongue tasted every inch of me while I remained on the cusp, Ream not allowing me to break. Building me up then slowly bringing me back down again.
