Page 87 of Forget Me Not

“It’s just you and me,” he rasps, barely above a whisper. My stomach dips when he brings his lips back to mine like a man starved. Like I’m the only woman left in the world.

Like he might die if he doesn’t kiss me.

His hands slide down my back to cup my ass, pulling me flush against his front so I can feel his erection digging into my stomach. After the other night, I want my hands on him, my mouth, anything I can, so I can make him feel some semblance of what I did.

Holding me in place, he rolls his hips forward, grinding his erection into me and brushing his leg against the center of my thighs.

“Do you feel me, Nova?” His teeth nip at the lobe of my ear and I don’t even realize he’s walking me back to the bed until the backs of my knees brush the comforter.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Do you want me?” he asks, spinning me until I’m standing in front of him and he’s sitting down on the end of the bed.

“Yes.”

“You have me.” With him looking up at me though those dark wavy locks, and the domineering way his hands roam my body, it’s hard to think otherwise. “Spin around,” he grunts, gripping my hips and turning me to face the door. “Let me see you. Unbutton your shorts.”

I swallow hard over the lump in my throat and do as he says, unbuttoning my shorts so he can slide them down my legs, exposing me to him.

“Fuck, little bird,” he rasps. “You don’t even know how sexy you are, do you?”

His hands glide up the swell of my ass, then over my hips, then up to my panties where he hooks his fingers in the waistband and pulls those down next. I’m so focused on the trail of fire his fingers make over my bare skin that I don’t register he’s spoken.

“Answer me, Nova.”

Shit.

“Um . . . What was the question?”

He doesn’t repeat it, spinning me around instead so his hands can slide under the hem of my tank top. “Take this off.”

I let him push the fabric up until I’m in nothing but my bra and just because I know he’s going to say it, I reach back and unclasp that, too. I watch it fall to a puddle on the floor. He watches me.

Something primal and possessive shifts in his eyes while he watches me, his gaze traveling over the plains of my stomach, up to my breasts before landing on my eyes and the blush on my cheeks.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, taking my hand in his. “Lay on the bed.”

I step around him when he pulls me down and I take his place. He raises up on his knees between my legs, slipping his shirt over his head and it’s all I can do not to stare. He’s built—I mean, I already knew that—but his muscles have muscles and I want to lick every one of them.

“Nova,” he rasps, his jaw tightening when he tosses the shirt to the floor. He falls forward, caging me in on either side with his arms. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

That was the question I missed earlier.

“Really hot. Out of breath. Um . . .”

He leans in, his nose traveling up the outside of my neck to nip at my earlobe. A soft whimper leaves me and then a shiver at the feel of his stubble against my skin. He moves lower, sucking the skin beneath my jaw and I can’t do anything but let my body take over.

I spread my legs, wrapping them around his hips when he captures my lips with his kiss. A soft moan falls from my lips when the hardness in his jeans rubs the center of my thighs, giving me the friction my body so desperately craves.

Reid growls, a low menacing noise in his throat, before grabbing my hands and raising them over my head.

“Fucking beautiful,” he grits, his accent thick and pronounced where it wasn’t before. Rougher. Sexier. I can’t tear my eyes away from him when he dips his head, sucking the hardened peak of my nipple into his mouth.

It’s fucking everything.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, arching into him when he hollows out his cheeks and sucks.

I can feel the blush running through my body as he takes the other and repeats the movement, sucking it in and hollowing his cheeks.

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