Page 103 of Wicked Fantasies

He was looking at her too intently, his eyes seeming to confirm what she was reading between the lines. Was she his forever woman?

She closed her eyes, blocked out the image and the thought. Not gonna happen. Reed was completely wrong for her. She repeated the words a few times, wishing they would penetrate her foolish heart.

She felt Reed’s finger tapping lightly on the tip of her nose. “Open your eyes.”

She obeyed, trying to harden her heart to his kind face.

“Time for another work break. My turn to shed a piece of clothing.”

He’d already lost his shoes and a sock. She’d given him three mini foot rubs, while he’d tantalized her ears and neck with warm, soft kisses as she’d shed her other earring and necklace. She expected him to pull off his last sock, so she was surprised when his hands began tackling the buttons on his shirt. Dammit. This wasn’t going to be good. There was no way she could resist his bare chest. Her body had been in a constant state of arousal since the game had begun. There was no way she’d make it through the entire night without embarrassing herself, begging him for more.

As he pulled off his shirt, she took a deep, steadying breath and leaned forward, ready to touch and enjoy his rock-hard abs and soft skin. Surely she could close her mind to everything else and just live in this moment.

“No,” he said, rising quickly. “Not here.”

She was confused until he took her hand, led her to the couch. He lay on his back and gestured for her to climb on. She shook her head. “I don’t think this is such a good idea. We only have five minutes.”

“Fuck the game, Frankie. Come here.”

She narrowed her eyes, wanted to protest. Then she decided she was tired of fighting this, tired of fighting him all the time. For one brief moment in time, she just wanted to let it all go. She straddled his lap, placed her hands flat against his chest and bent down. She’d intended to run her tongue along his chest, but he caught her face between his hands.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

Her refusal caught in her throat. She couldn’t kiss him. Couldn’t let him feel how much this meant to her.

Before she could find the words, he took the choice away, pulling her face to his. “Fine,” he said, “then I’ll kiss you.”

His lips claimed hers, not with aggression, but with sweetness and passion, mingled together, taking her breath away. His hands maintained their firm grip on her head, twisting and turning her so that he could capture every miniscule part of her lips, her mouth. His tongue invaded, but it was the most charming attack she’d ever experienced.

Her hands roamed his bare chest, touching his skin, wishing her clothing and his pants weren’t still a barrier. He must have read her thoughts as he started unbuttoning her blouse.

He pulled his lips away from hers for a moment. “I need to see you. Touch you.”

She nodded, understanding. They’d had sex on three occasions and they’d never managed to both be undressed at the same time. She needed to feel him, skin to skin, with nothing in between. Quickly, they stripped their clothing off, working in tandem, a true partnership in nudity.

Once they were free of their clothes, he pulled her back on top of him. “Tell me what you want, Frankie. I’ll give it to you.”

He’d give her what she wanted. She realized there was a big difference between wants and needs. Her body needed him. Needed him like she’d never needed another.

But her heart wanted him—desperately. And not in some wicked fantasy way. In a way that was real and true.

Just once, her heart whispered. Just this once let me have him.

“I want you to make love to me.”

She wasn’t sure where the words had come from, but as soon as she spoke them, she knew they were true. It was what she wanted. Him. No games.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he reclaimed her lips, kissed her until she felt she would explode from the potency of his mouth on hers. She’d been right to resist this for so long. She knew she’d suffer for this night’s foolishness, but right now, she couldn’t make herself care.

“Just tonight.” She felt like she should tell him, make sure he knew this wouldn’t, couldn’t happen again.

He pulled away and she thought he wanted to protest. His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything, merely nodded and kissed her once more. Soon the kisses gave way to touches and his hands explored every inch of her body, caressing her with a reverence that brought tears to her eyes.

“Please,” she said at last, every nerve in her body screaming for relief.

He reached down, grabbed his pants, rummaging for a condom. She grabbed it from his hands the second he retrieved it, quickly putting it on him.

She sensed he wanted to move, wanted to take control. Before he could act on that thought, she straddled his waist and engulfed him in her body.

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