Page 50 of Dining for Love

He shakes his head. “It’s a goddamn wonder I can eventhinkaround you, Willa Dean Dash. Now,” he says, his hand cupping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes, “you’re going to let me worship you like the goddess you are. You’re going to let me make you come, over and over and over. Right?”

I nod dumbly.

“Give me your words, Willa.”

“Y-yes,” I stammer.

“What’s your safe word?”

“M-my safe word?” I squeak.

He nods. “I’m not holding back with you, sweetheart. But I don’t want to hurt you or scare you. What’s your safe word?”

“Avocado.” It’s the first word that comes to mind.

He barks a laugh, breaking the tension, but still holding himself over me. I smile, then start to giggle.

“Avocado?” he says, his voice filled with amused warmth.

“It’s the first thing you gave me trouble over.”

He licks his lips. “That I did.” He’s still gripping my chin, but now he loosens his hold and scrapes his thumb over my lower lip again.

I bite it.

His eyes flare. “You wanna play, Willa?”

I have no idea what’s about to happen, but if it’s happening with him? Absolutely. I want All The Things. Whatever they are. “Yes.”

He growls. “Good answer.” Then he jerks his head to his bedside table. “Condoms are in there. Trust that I’ll have one on when I decide you’re worthy of having my cock.”

Oh my God. A whimper escapes me, and my whole body explodes in a riot of goosebumps. “Okay,” I whisper.

Reid gives me a filthy grin in response, then descends, letting his weight settle on me, and I make a sound of pleasure.

His answering groan and thrust of his hips is enough to make me lift my knees eagerly. He laughs darkly. “Put your legs down, Willa.”

I do as he says, and he claims my mouth in a searing kiss, the scruff of his light beard abrading against my skin as his tongue delves past mine, his hand skimming down my body to grab my rear and squeeze. I whimper into his mouth, scrabbling for purchase on his back.

When he pulls his lips from mine, it’s to trail hot, wet kisses down my neck to my breast, where he immediately latches on to suck.

My back bows in response, heat pooling between my legs. I’m already out of my mind with want and need.

“So fucking responsive,” he says, his eyes meeting mine. “These tits, Willa. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Then he takes mynipple into his mouth again, swirling and sucking while his other hand mimics the movement of his tongue on my other breast.

I thread my hand through his too-short hair, writhing at the sensation. “Too much,” I manage to gasp.

He eases up, but doesn’t stop. I wiggle more, the sensations almost too much to bear, my teeth grinding as spikes of pleasure radiate through me.

Without a word, he pulls off me and kneels, grabs my leg, and flips me over. My cheek presses into the mattress as he flattens his body over mine, his dick hard against my ass. He breathes against the back of my ear, sending shivers down my body. Then he kisses my neck and continues his trail, kissing my shoulders, nipping at my skin, his hands seemingly everywhere at once. It’s a riot of sensations, and all I can do is breathe.

“You’re doing so well, Willa,” Reid says behind me. “You ready for your first reward?”

I press my hips into the mattress, desperate for relief. Without warning, his palm smacks my butt. “What was that?” I squeal.

“I didn’t say you could move, Willa.” His voice is a little dark and a lot sexy.

Oh.

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