Page 15 of Undoing the Grumpy Guy

WINNIE

I was only teasing about the game. I’ve been tempted to buy extra tokens too when a level has stumped me for days. Sadly, it’s not in my budget.

That’s not an issue for Reed. What’s a few bucks to a successful attorney?

And he is successful.

I couldn’t resist doing a bit of light online searching and the hits were immediate.

Not always the most flattering, but not everyone likes a lawyer.

Now the photos- those were very favorable. I doubt the man could take a bad picture.

There were several articles from years ago with pictures and he’s aged well. His dark hair has flecks of silver in it now, but it’s still thick and lush. His eyes are the same, that piercing blue that sends a thrill straight through me whenever they are directed at me.

When he stands, those intense eyes flicker with emotion and hunger.

That same hunger fills me.

I knew what I wanted when I changed into these silky pajamas that I picked up on a whim last month. I wanted him. I wanted Reed Jackson’s hands and mouth all over my body.

When he takes me into his strong arms, his hard mouth claiming mine in a kiss that steals any doubts I might still have, I know I’m going to get exactly what I want.

Reed tastes of coffee, spice, and man. The combination is intoxicating, fueling my rising desire. My nipples are hard points dragging against the silk of my camisole as his firm chest presses into my breasts.

Pulsating warmth fills my needy core with each delicious lick and swirl of his tongue in my mouth. I ache with my need for him.

My emotions are everywhere. I’ve never felt so sure and positive about anything before, and I barely know the man.

It’s pure insanity, yet I don’t question it.

When Reed sweeps me up, I throw my arms around his strong neck and press my face into his warm skin, breathing in his cool and crisp scent.

“Bedroom?” He murmurs into my hair, his hands tightening as he walks.

“Second door on the left.” I nibble and lick his neck, tasting his skin and glorying in the feel of him as he carries me to bed.

Nudging the door open with his foot, he has no trouble finding the bed. My apartment might be small and cramped, but my bedroom is a perfect sanctuary for me.

I indulged, getting a king size bed that takes up most of the room. But that doesn’t bother me in the slightest because it doesn’t make the room crowded thanks to the large windows on two of the four walls. I have gossamer full length white drapes on them that allow maximum light to filter through, turning my room into a warm paradise of golden sunbeams most of the morning and afternoon.

In this light, I see Reed clearly, from the dark blue/black stubble lingering under his skin, to all the tiny lines that stretch from his nose to his mouth and the ones fanning out from his hooded eyes.

His silver hairs sparkle among the black and I can’t resist releasing my hold on his neck and running a hand through his hair. Warm and thick, it slips through my fingers like silk.

Pausing, his dark eyelashes flutter down, blocking the brilliant blue of his eyes, as his chest rises and falls rapidly with his deep breaths.

“Winnie,” he groans, opening his eyes. His mouth descends and captures mine.

Molten heat pulses through my veins as our lips shift and mold. He edges towards the bed, the vibration of his feet and legs knocking into it startling a surprised gasp from me that his lips skillfully swallow down.

Sitting on the bed, Reed cradles me in his lap. My butt is directly on his groin, and I can’t help giving a little wiggle, feeling the hard dig of his erection. When his hand grips my breast, all my movements stop and now I’m the one shuddering and making little whimpering noises in the back of my throat as his fingers torment my pebbled nipple by plucking it and then smoothing it with gentle circles around my turgent peak.

I toss my head back when his lips leave mine to trail along my neck planting moist, heated kisses along it and the sensitive skin covering my collarbone.

“So warm and sweet,” he murmurs between kisses. “Winnie, you’re like a decadent dessert. I can’t get enough of you.”

Gripping his shoulders, I revel in his silken kisses and honeyed words. I’ve never had a man talk to me like this.

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