Page 27 of Tripp

With Reece’s lips pressed against mine, it didn’t take long before I lost all control and demanded everything from her. I hadn’t thought of anything else since the first time I saw her, which had been less than twenty-four hours before.

Our situation hadn’t started off ideal, but that didn’t seem to matter. Life threw me a surprise that flipped me on my goddamn ass, and I had no choice but to roll with it and see what happened. I wasn’t a deep thinker. I wasn’t a man who questioned “what does it all mean” or even considered something as unrealistic as fate, but I couldn’t deny the attraction and pull I felt toward Reece. An odd feeling, one I’d never experienced before, not once during my thirty-two years. There was something different and special about her. About us together. I knew she was attracted to me, could see it every time she looked at me, but did she feel that same undeniable force?

Our mouths collided while our tongues dueled, both of us desperately trying to savor the taste of the other. When she nipped my bottom lip I swore my dick became so hard I thought I was gonna explode right then and there. With the way we were goin’ at each other, it sure as hell wasn’t gonna take much anyway.

“Let’s get this off you,” I growled, breaking away from her mouth and raising the hem of her shirt—my shirt, to be exact—until it cleared her belly. Several seconds passed. I waited, impatiently I might add, but she didn’t protest, so I lifted the material over her head and tossed it somewhere behind me. My eyes traveled the full length of her, first stopping to take in the magnificent view of her round and perky tits, then moving lower to glance at the tiny pair of panties she wore which barely covered her. I stepped back to better take her in, and that’s when I saw her skin blush the sexiest color of pink. When I remained silent, she became self-conscious.

“What?” she asked, swallowing nervously while I continued to devour the sight of her.

“You’re perfect. Absolutely fuckin’ perfect.” I wanted my mouth to cover every single inch of her, starting with those full, kiss-bruised lips. Pulling her into me, I crashed my mouth to hers again, demanding she open up for me once more with the thrust of my tongue. I pulled back long enough to remove my own shirt, and then I was back to tasting her for what felt like forever.

She moaned, digging her fingernails into my shoulders as I walked her backward toward my bed. Reaching under her ass, I pulled her up my body and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist. The warmth of her chest pressed against mine felt like heaven. I could only imagine what it would feel like to slide inside her, the heat of her pussy surely enough to send me over the edge.

Once we reached the bed, I crawled on top and gently laid her beneath me, careful not to crush her delicate frame. The prickling awareness that she was gonna allow me to fuck her soon excited me all while making me nervous. To be more exact, I was nervous for her, not me.

I’d been with many women over the years and it never failed. Every time they discovered what I was packing down below, their eyes widened. Some of them had even looked a bit worried.

I was a large man. Everywhere.

My hands trailed along her sides, goose bumps covering the surface of her skin the more I explored. Gently biting the tip of her tongue, I pulled back and stared at her, loving the fact that she looked like she did because of me. Her skin was still tinged pink, her plump lips battered from my demanding kiss. Her eyes were half closed, desire pooling underneath so heady I could only imagine what I’d find if I ran my fingers between her legs. No doubt she was soaked.

“Tripp.” She whisper-moaned my name when my fingers played with the top of her panties. Shifting positions, I sat back and tugged the material down her thighs until her bare pussy was no longer covered.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” I said hastily, ripping her panties the rest of the way off before spreading her legs and burying my head in between. But before I could savor her sweetness, she uttered three words which stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Make me forget.”

She spoke the words quietly, but I’d heard them loud and clear. I clenched my jaw, knowing damn well I couldn’t continue on without making sure she was ready to fuck me because she wanted to, and not to escape from what happened the previous night.

After the attack she appeared okay, only a slightly frightened reaction moments after I busted into that back room. I stupidly thought she was completely fine, even thinking she was over it. But I should have known better. Of course, she’d suppress her feelings. I didn’t know of a single woman who wouldn’t be shaken after something like that, which was all the more reason I’d never allow her to put herself in that kind of situation again.

You hardly know her. How can you protect her?

Choosing to ignore my inner voice of reason, I pushed off the bed and stood at the edge, contemplating my next move. Fuck, this was hard. There she lay, naked and ready for me, and my dumb ass refused to fuck her unless she was doin’ it for the right reason. Goddamn, I hated having a conscience.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, closing her legs and leaning up on her elbows. I wanted to wipe away her look of self-doubt and confusion, but I couldn’t. Not until I made her tell me why she’d said, “Make me forget.”

“Reece . . . ,” I started, running my hands through my hair, tugging at the strands in sexual frustration. My cock pressed against the seam of my zipper, throbbing for a release I had a feeling wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. My hesitation made her even more aware something was wrong, so she pulled the covers over her to hide her nakedness.

“Why did you stop?” she gasped, remaining silent for a moment before saying accusingly, “You really are married, aren’t you?” She shuffled back on the bed.

“I’m not fuckin’ married. I told you that before.”

“Then why? Why did you stop?”

“Why do you want to fuck me?” I asked crassly, wincing at the harshness of not only my words but my tone.

“Because . . . I like you. And I thought you liked me too.”

“Is that it?” I arched a brow and set my expression to skeptical. She remained silent, not quite sure how else to respond. “Do you want me to make you forget what happened, to take your mind off being attacked?”

It was she who winced that time. “Yes,” she replied honestly.

Shaking my head, I reached for her hand and waited for her to give in. Once the heat of her palm connected with mine, I helped her from the bed, the blanket still wrapped loosely around her body.

“I can’t do this.” She opened her mouth to speak but I continued on, not allowing her to say anything. “I’m not fucking you until I’m the only thought in that head of yours.”

“I don’t understand,” she responded. “I’m not thinking about anyone but you.” She tried to tug her hand from mine but I only tightened my hold. In fact, I pulled her closer.

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