“You sure you want this, Reese? This is your last chance to back out because once we start, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“I’m not backing out. You’re going to show me what I’ve been missing and teach me some skills for my future husband.” She waggled her brows.
What the fuck?
I didn’t want to talk about Carl fucking Barley or the fact that if she went back to him, he was going to reap the benefits of what we’d experienced together.
I leaned down, hovering just inches from her mouth. “You’ve been making all the rules, but I have some of my own.”
Her eyes widened, her chest rising and falling fast now. “Okay. Let’s hear them.”
“When we’re in this bedroom together, or anywhere that our clothes are off, I don’t want to hear a fucking word about your future husband. You won’t talk about another man when I’m inside you, and you sure as shit won’t be thinking about him.”
She nodded slowly, looking stunned by my outburst. But a man had his limits. Yeah, I’d agreed to this fucked-up plan, but I was still shooting for a different outcome. So, hearing the mention of another dude did not sit well with me.
She looked puzzled, so I gave the briefest explanation without showing my cards. “When we aren’t fucking, you can talk about your plan to win him back if that’s what you want, and I’ll do what you need me to do. But not when we’re like this.”
“That’s fair. I’m sorry.” Her words were labored and laced with desire.
“Don’t apologize, Reese. Just don’t let it happen again.” There was no tease in my voice, and she pushed her hips up to press against my erection.
So fucking eager.
I leaned down and kissed her hard, my tongue sliding in and exploring her sweet mouth as I rocked myself against her. I wanted to take my time, but we were both so needy and ready. My hands tangled in her hair, tipping her head back and moving my lips down her slender neck. My fingers grazed over her lace-covered breasts and tweaked her nipples.
I covered her tit with my mouth and sucked right over the fabric. She groaned, her back arching nearly off the bed to get closer. I pulled back and looked at her. Her green gaze was so eager and trusting. Damn, I loved this girl in a way I couldn’t wrap my head around.
More than a friend.
More than a lover.
Reese Murphy was… everything.
And she was going to be mine in every way.
My hand made its way around her back and I easily unsnapped her bra, tossing it to the floor. I traced my fingers along her tits—goddamn, I couldn’t get enough. Her hard peaks responded immediately to my touch, and I took my time memorizing every inch. The swell beneath her perfect breasts and the pretty pink nipples were made for me. I circled her peaks with my tongue as she gasped and writhed beneath me. Hell, I’d barely touched her, and she was so ready.
And so the fuck was I.
My fingers trailed down her body, stopping at the bit of lace that stood between us. I slid the fabric to the side and hissed when I swiped along her slit and found her drenched.
“Fuck me,” I groaned. I slipped my hand beneath the band of her panties and tugged them down her legs, kissing the trail from her thighs down to her ankles as I did so.
I moved to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and reached for a condom. I made my way back to where she lay on my bed, and she propped herself up on her elbows to watch me.
“I think it’s too big.”
“You can take it.”
“You think so?” Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
“We’ll take our time. I’m here for the long game, Reese,” I said, but she didn’t know the real meaning behind it. I was going to spend these next few weeks showing her just how good we could be together.
As more than friends.
I rolled the latex over my thick, throbbing length and climbed onto the bed, hovering above her.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“We’re going to start this way. Let you get adjusted to my size. And then you’re going to be on top, so you can ride me like a prized fucking thoroughbred.” I remembered her saying that she’d only ever had missionary-style sex. That was like only eating vanilla ice cream your entire life. I was about to change that.
My cock was like thirty-one flavors of orgasms.
“Is everything going to change between us after we cross this line?” she whispered.
That was the plan.
“Change isn’t always bad. We’re going to be just fine. But you’re going to change the way you look at sex—that much I can promise you. And I can’t wait to watch you fall apart with me inside you.”