Page 113 of Forget Me Not

Oh, I really fucked up.

He steps forward and I step back, heart racing until I hear the clank of his belt, as he slides it through the loops on his jeans.

Is he going whip me?

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Reid,” I caution when he takes another step toward me.

“What’s the matter, little bird?” he asks, voice dipping dangerously low. “I thought you wanted me. That’s why you were taunting me, right?”

In a moment of self-preservation, I dart for the door, but he circles my waist with a grunt and spins me around, picking me up like I’m an insignificant sack of potatoes and dropping me on my stomach on the bed.

Before I can raise up, he’s on the bed behind me, gripping my hips and tugging me up to meet the thrust of his erection against my rear.

As if he flipped a switch, heat travels from the base of my spine, down to my core. I’ve missed him. Missed his touch. Hearing the quiet groan leave his lips when he grinds into me. Daringly, I move my hips back to meet his, and Reid growls, the sound low and threatening in my ear.

His hand slides up my spine, tightening in the roots of my hair to tug my head back to meet his hard chest.

“Is this what you want?” he bites, grinding his hips into me from behind. A moan claws up my throat, the friction from his erection exactly what I’ve been craving for days. His free hand leaves my hip, slipping round my stomach and then lower to cup me through my panties.

“Yes,” I pant, voice husky as liquid heat slips through my veins. “Please, Reid.”

“How do you want me?”

“I don’t want to think.”

I want him to take control. We both know what I’m asking for. I want to forget who I am, where I’ve been. I want to erase my past from my mind and just live in this moment. Live in him. Just for a little while.

He chuckles darkly, rolling his hips into me. He’s rough, impatient, but his harsh breathing in my ear when he tugs me back into him is enough to make me vibrate with need.

This is what I want. Reid, raw, unfiltered. Not holding back.

“You want me to take over?” he asks, nipping at the lobe of my ear with his teeth. I gasp at the sharpness of his bite, but he soothes the sting with a brush of his tongue.

“Please,” I nod, voice barely above a whisper as if the town below can hear me begging the mysterious fisherman to do the dirtiest things to me.

Gran would have a heart attack.

Reid pushes me forward until I’m on my hands and knees, his fingers traveling over my back, then lower, over my ass. “What’s your safe word, Nova?”

I swallow, the sound coming out like a gulp from a cartoon.

“What?”

His hand slips over my ass, pulling my panties down until they fall on the backs of my legs.

“Tell me your safe word. Whatever word you’ll remember that you can say if you feel like it’s too much.”

“I don’t know,” I stammer. It’s hard to think because his fingers slip over the curve of my ass, kneading the flesh in small circles. Slowly, he slips one inside me, hissing between his teeth.

I’m completely exposed to him in ways I don’t think I’ve ever been in my life and the thought makes me feel dirty. Sexy dirty. Like his personal secret.

What is he turning me into?

“Little bird” he rasps, his other hand slipping up my stomach. “You aren’t going to get what you want if you don’t tell me, baby.”

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