Page 58 of Cold Foot Komodo

“Does it feel like I am?” he asked her back.

“Yes, but in a good way. You show up quietly, leaving little traces of yourself to make sure you stay in my mind. Clearing roads just for me before I wake up. Bringing me drinks I like. Working on my home during your lunch breaks, and never asking for credit.”

He shook his head. “That’s not me hunting you. That’s just me taking care of what’s mine.”

Chills rippled up her arms. “I’m yours?” she asked on a breath.

“If you want to be,” he said softly, bi-colored eyes locked on hers. “It’s what I want. You choose though. You set the pace. You tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

“What I want is for you to be upfront and open with what you want, too.”

A wicked smile curved his lips as he pushed her jacket off her shoulders. “I want to touch your skin.”

The fluttering in her chest was so intense now. “What else?” she asked, sitting up to peel her sweater over her head.

His eyes sparked with focus as he stared at the forest-green lace bralette she’d worn for him today.

“I want to fuck you until you forget everyone who came before me. I want to fuck away your insecurities. I want to own your body so completely, that every time you walk into a room and a man talks to you, you laugh, because you know exactly who you have behind you. I want to get you addicted to me. I want to be the only one who can really touch you.”

She loved all of this. Sasha lay back down and ran her hands up his strong chest. “What else?”

He kissed her—drinking her in, lapping at her. He eased back and moved to kissing her neck again. “I want to be the one you tell everything to. I want to be the one who makes you smile and laugh. I want other people to look at us in public and see how comfortable you are with me, and I want them to understand that you are taken care of. I want you to feel safe. To really understand that if anyone went after you, I would destroy them. I want to be the listener on your bad days, and I want you to drag my bad days away from me, too. I want the teamwork. I want the random texts, the random I-miss-you calls. I want you to trust me.”

This man…this man…

Sasha rolled her eyes closed and got lost in the feel of his hand as it slid under her bra.

“I want you to keep reminding me that the other shoe doesn’t have to drop,” he whispered.

She opened her eyes and cupped his cheeks again, locked her gaze on him so he could see the truth as she said it. “We’re keeping that shoe on. Me and you. We won’t let it drop.”

And he knew what she meant. She knew he did just from the look on his face. She wasn’t alone in the falling. Reed was falling right along with her.

He pulled her up onto her feet right beside the bed and leaned forward, pressed his lips to her ribs, to her hip, to her belly. For a moment, he rested his head there, and then he pulled back and pushed her jeans down her hips, panties and all.

This was the part where she was supposed to be brave. Daylight streamed through the window over the bed. Outside, snow was falling in fat flakes and distorting the view, but it was light enough that Reed could see every inch of her skin.

“It’s been awhile since…” She let the words trail off and resisted the urge to cover her curvy bits.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, and she could see it in his eyes—he was worshipping her body. He looked awed.

Feeling bold, she pulled her bralette over her head and stood there for a few seconds. Reed rubbed his big hand over his dick and then stood, shucked his pants, and stood before her naked—scarred, enormous, muscular. His chin was tilted up, and confidence oozed from him. It was inspiring, and she lifted her chin too, and allowed a slow, wicked smile. “I think I’m going to like being yours.”

“Mmm,” he said, a rumble in his voice as he stepped toward her and slid his hands to her waist. He pulled her against his warmth and leaned down enough to say against her ear, “I like when you say that.”

“That I’m yours?”

He nodded. “You don’t know the meaning yet, but I still like it.”

“Are you going to make me see only you?”

His hand slid to her throat and with his thumb, he tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. There was such a cool confidencethat existed in his expression. “I am.” There was promise in his words.

Bloated with the power of his oath, Sasha dropped slowly to her knees, eyes locked on his. His chest swelled with a deep inhalation as he realized what she was doing. His hand went to the back of her hair, and he gripped her gently there. He was enormous, and hard as a rock as she took his thick shaft in her hands and slid her mouth over him.

For the rest of her life, she would never forget the way his muscular neck looked as he rolled his head back and moaned helplessly. He guided her with his grip on her hair, but he didn’t push her too deep onto him or set a punishing pace. He seemed to revel in the wet friction she created.

His legs tensed as she slid her hand under his sack and dragged her nails lightly forward. He moaned a curse and his other hand went to his hair, gripping it like he was barely in control. His abs flexed with the tension that was consuming his body, and she’d never felt more powerful than in this moment.

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