Page 88 of Forget Me Not

“Like fucking candy, baby,” he grits as he kisses down my naked stomach before hovering over me. He grips my hips and tugs me down so my ass rests at the edge of the bed. Then he does possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and flips his hat backwards so the brim is out of the way.

“Reid,” I pant, unable to form a coherent thought. He must really be a magic man.

“I know,” he murmurs, raising my leg to his mouth and nipping the flesh of my calf.

“You don’t have to do that,” I squirm beneath him when he kisses lower, down to my inner thigh. “I haven’t had a shower.”

He chuckles, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Do you think I want you any less?”

I swallow and he waits for an answer.

“Nova,” he says, liquefying me with a single look. “Who’s in charge?”

Fuck.

“You.”

He nods. “Good girl. Spread your legs. Let me taste you.”

My cheeks burn, but I do just what he asks. His eyes zero in on my most intimate place and fill with a dangerous heat. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been years, or if it’s just Reid, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a man look at me like he wants to eat me alive.

Lowering his head, he presses his lips to my mound, then bites my inner thigh. I surge off the bed and he places a hand on my stomach to hold me still when he moves back for my center.

The first lap of his tongue against my clit sends me into orbit and I swear I almost come from a single touch. I’ve always had a problem orgasming. I could never get my head out of what my body was trying to do.

Right now, it doesn’t look like I have a choice.

Reid groans in satisfaction, laving his tongue over my entrance like he’s drinking me in. His head between my thighs, his dark waves coiling over my legs is a sight I would love to paint, so I can remember it for the rest of my life. I would hang it above my mantel and point it out to everyone that visited, reminding them that this man, this impossibly hot, deliciously crafted man, was on his knees for me.

His tongue is all I feel, invading me with each thrust and bringing on a bout of liquid fire in my veins. I lose the ability to be embarrassed, mostly because what he’s doing to me feels so good, that my mind can’t even reach me now.

Using his thumbs, he spreads me open with a deep growl and flutters his tongue over my clit impatiently. My back arches off the bed as a gush of air leaves me, ending on a choked sob. My hips start to move, meeting the movement of his tongue without shame.

“Not yet,” he orders, fixing me with his dark stare. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”

A shudder moves through me and desperation fills my stomach.

“Please, Reid.”

“Not yet,” he reminds me, placing his hands on the backs of my thighs and pushing my legs up, almost to my ears. It spreads me wide and renders me useless to fight back against the pleasure he’s enacting on my core.

I’m completely at his mercy. Unable to fight, to grind, to do anything that would allow me to orgasm until he allows it.

“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you,” he grunts, his voice muffled against my skin. He slips his hand between us and inserts a finger inside me, curling up to rub a deep-rooted spot that I didn’t know existed.

“Me too,” I pant, my eyes screwed shut from the intense pleasure coursing through me from what his tongue and hands are doing.

“Tell me what’s in your dreams, sweetheart,” he grunts, slipping his finger in and out of my body while he circles my clit with his tongue.

“You,” I gasp as he inserts a second finger.

We’ll have to work you up to take me, he’d said.

“More,” he rasps, twisting his fingers inside me. “Tell me more.”

I suck in a shallow breath, willing my voice to work, my mind to stave off the orgasm that threatens to erupt against his wishes.

“I’ve dreamed about you between my legs, like you are right now.”

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