Page 65 of Point of Contact

But she wasn't the only one who seemed to want more.

Reed came easily when she pulled him in. His hands hit her with just as much need as her own. And, since there were no clothes in his way, the heat of his palms immediately went to areas that distracted her from the task she'd started.

His mouth was hot and hungry as it found hers, fingers plucking at her already tight nipples as he spoke against her lips. "You make me fucking lose my mind, Princess."

"Good." She clung to his shoulders as he rolled the puckered point, sending a jolt of sensation to her already aching pussy. "I like you best when you're a little out of control."

Now that she considered it, she always had. It was why she pushed him. Said all the things she knew would piss him off and irritate him to the point he bit back. Because he'd never treated her like everyone else. He'd never fed her what she wanted to hear, hoping she would do something for him. He always told her exactly what he thought of her. Even if it wasn't good. She always knew where she stood with him.

That's why when this thing between them started to change she believed it. Because Reed had never fed her shit and he wouldn't start now. Especially since she had nothing to give him.

His hand curved around the weight of her tits, smoothing across her water-soaked skin before sliding up over her collarbone to cup her face as the weight of his body pinned her to the shower wall. "That's good. Because you seem to bring out the worst in me."

The weight of him pressing into her was indescribable. Made it difficult to keep her train of thought. "That's a matter of opinion. I think I bring out the best in you."

Reed's lips curved against hers as the warmth of his laugh fanned across her skin. "You would." He skimmed his hands across her shoulders and down her back, sliding south to curve against her ass as he pulled her tight against him, grinding the hard line of his cock against her lower belly. Reminding her he was still dressed from the waist down and all of it was now drenched.

She grabbed at the waistband of his jeans, fighting the wet fabric as she flipped the button and unzipped the fly. Getting them down was next to impossible, and she let out a frustrated grunt as the fabric refused to give way.

"You make everything so goddamned difficult." He snagged her hands away, shoving at his pants aggressively, forcing them down his hips and thick thighs before fighting off his boots. He slapped at the faucet, shutting off the water. "Impatient as hell. Can't even wait five minutes."

Courtney smiled at his grumbling. "I think you might be the only man in the world to complain that a woman is so desperate to have his cock inside her that she can't wait any longer."

Reed's dark eyes came to her as he kicked away the remainder of his clothes, leaving the draining mass on the shower floor. One hand braced on the wall next to her head and the other went to the jutting length of his dick, fisting it tight in a smooth stroke. "Is that what's wrong, Princess? Is that why you’re always so fucking difficult?" Another firm stroke. "You need me to fuck some patience into you?"

She expected Reed to be intense. Knew he would be focused. Hoped he would be as driven to perfection in situations like this as he was in everything else. What she didn't expect was that fucking mouth.

And that fucking mouth might be the death of her.

"You didn't answer me." Reed's tone was sharp. Commanding.

Courtney couldn't look away from where he continued stroking his cock. "I forgot the question."

She didnotforget the question, she just wanted to hear it again.

Reed's nostrils flared as he cornered her in the rapidly cooling stall. "I asked if you needed me to fuck some patience into you."

Holy shit. It sounded just as hot the second time.

She nodded. "You might have to do it twice to get it all in there."

"Only twice?" Reed’s dark gaze pinned her in place. "I've known you for a while, Princess. I think it's gonna take a hell of a lot more than twice."

She was struggling to breathe at the closeness of his body. The impending fucking she was about to be on the receiving end of. "Oh no." Her sarcasm was clear, but breathless. "That sounds awful." She pressed her lips together, eyes dropping to where his hand still gripped his length. "How will I ever survive?"

When her eyes lifted back to Reed's face she was met by a smug smirk. Like he knew just how much she was looking forward to this. He jerked his chin toward the door. "Go."

Courtney scoffed. "Where am I going?" She thought they were doing it right there. That it was finally going to happen.

Reed's big shoulders lifted in a little shrug. "I guess as far as you can get before I catch you, because when I do—"

She didn't give him a chance to finish. Rushing out of the shower, Courtney snagged a towel as her feet hit the rug on the other side, whipping it from the bar before yanking open the door and rushing out, fully planning to launch herself into the center of the bed so Reed could properly pound her into the mattress.

And possibly next week.

But Reed was fast as hell. He had her before she was three steps into the room. Strong arms wrapped around her body, one bracing across her chest between her tits, hand clamping on her shoulder, the other over one hip, wide palm cupping between her thighs. His front slammed into her back, the collision sending them a few feet forward before landing her face down on the mattress, legs hanging over the edge. His hard cock pressed against the crack of her ass, sliding along her cheeks as he ground against her. "I thought you would make it farther, Princess."

"Really?" She moaned as his fingers started to work her clit. "Because I kinda considered not running at all."

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