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My hand drops down the hard lines of his abdomen. Farther down until I’m stroking over his shaft. With determination I hold his now half hooded gaze. His smirk melting into a content smile.
“He likes you. Figure it out, Reed.”
I slide my slick palm down him again and he trembles in my hands. His undeniable want growing between us.
“I hate this,” he whispers, propping one arm over me as he hovers there. “I hate this exterior you show everyone now. The one Knox forced you into.”
My hand keeps its pace along his slick hardness, my own eagerness making me roll my hips as I wait. Reed leans closer, water falling down onto my face from his hair, his lips so close to mine.
I lift my chin so he can really devour my words. “I was always this person. You all just brought out the very worst in me. And that part of me isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
He shakes his head slowly. “Drop the act, Dee. You’re still my blushing best friend who thinks about me before bed.” His big palm pushes down inside the constraints of my skirt until he is cupping my sex.
Heat flares to life in my core. Hot like the steaming water that leaves our skin red in its wake. Water clings to my hair, tiny drops apparent in my peripheral from the humid air. Carefully, watching his every move I tilt my head up to ghost my lips over his.
“And you’re still that guy who’s too afraid of his roommate to make his move.”
Reed doesn’t smile at my comment. He doesn’t growl. He doesn’t give me one of his teasing sexy retorts. He lets his hands do the talking.
Two perfect lips press together, his face not moving an inch. But his eyes open and he watches me with such intensity as he slides his fingers down over my clit drawing circles of his own before he thrusts into my wetness.
Touches so artful, so fucking skilled. I’m fighting to keep my composure as he hooks a finger at just the right angle inside me and I melt at the pleasure of the feeling. With every thrust of his fingers, his palm grinds against my clit.
Harder and harder he works me until I’m gasping into the steam that surrounds us.
Gloriously perfect excitement runs rampant inside of me.
We’ve barely begun and I already feel like I’m on the cusp of an orgasm. I knew he was good. Too good. Sinfully good. Truly a man of many talents.
I want to taste him. Feel him against me. I want more of him and I want it now. Skin. I want to feel all of his skin.
With both hands I pull his face down to me. Starving for him, I kiss him hard. Instantly it becomes ravenous. All those times he fucked those other girls, it should have been me. It should have always been me.
Firm hands yank at my skirt. The material catching at my hips but he tugs at it harder until the material falls to my feet in a wet heap on the floor. I kick the skirt to the side.
Reed never lets space come between us, even as he plucks away button after button on my shirt. Sharing his urgency, I peel the fabric away.
He pulls back. Intensity burning in his narrowed gaze, his eyes taking in my nakedness. I take the time to study his perfect face, the soft trusting look that makes people so drawn to him. I want to memorize him. Greedily keep this image ingrained in my memory for the rest of my life to use as I will until the day that I die.
On my deathbed I’ll be touching myself to this Reed just like he always accused me.
Reed slips both hands behind my back, my bra falling away with a twist of his wrist.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he rasps.
I mean to say something. To thank him, to share in his zeal but the words are lost as he seals his lips to mine once more.
The sheer size of him pressing against my stomach as he leans into me tingles want and need all through me. I. Need. More. My fingers slide into his wet hair, pulling at the strands. They drift down digging into his back to feel every flex of every muscle.
He’s pure strength, every single part of him.
Kisses trail along my neck, his hands gliding over my breasts. Taunting touches torment me until I pull away. Pleading with him to do more, touch me more.
“Please.” I grovel against his mouth.
Something like a growl, or a hum, strains in him, both hands grabbing my hips spinning me around until my palms are flat against the shower wall. Firmly, he pulls my hips back and up creating the perfect angle.
He doesn’t tease me any longer. With a groan he presses into me. Fills me, completely. One hand releases a hip and drifts forward. Two fingers press over my clit again, slowly massaging, slowly making me crazy just before he slowly pulls out and thrusts all the way in.
