Page 59 of Reaper

“Wouldn’t dream of anything else, babe,” I assure her, the promise etching itself into my heart. Revenge is pointless if you don’t make it home.

“How long do we have?” she asks softly, pulling me down beside her.

“A couple of hours.”

“That’s never enough,” she murmurs, sliding her lips across my jawline. “I want you more and more. Why can’t I ever get enough?”

“Because I’m so damn good at this.”

She giggles as I grin down at her. Rolling her onto her back, I cover her with my body. I’mcaught off guard by her warmth as she presses against me, the tension in my spine bleeding away under her touch. Her lips find mine, a soft kiss that tells me everything without uttering a single word.

I’m relieved she’s not fighting me on going to Blackstone’s. It’s one less battle to wage tonight. Until I have to leave, I don’t want to think about anything but her.

“I want to taste you,” I murmur against her skin. There’s a tremor in my voice that betrays how much I need this. How much I need her. The world outside fades into nothingness as I lose myself in the feel of Lexi beneath me, her softness a stark contrast to the asphalt and steel that make up my usual existence.

As I kiss a slow trail down her chest, she sighs and lightly scratches my scalp. A low growl rumbles through me as I dip lower to capture her perfect little nipple between my lips. Sucking and licking, I give it attention until she’s squirming beneath me. Letting up for a moment, I blow warm air across the peak, loving the way it tightens even more.

Her body is pure magic, and I can’t believe she’s letting me take her again. I never knew how good it could be until I met her. Now, she’s all I want.

Trailing kisses lower, I smile as she parts her thighs for me. I settle between them and try to ignore the throbbing hunger in my cock.

“Kiss me,” she whispers.

She’s not asking for it on her mouth, she wants it right on that tight little nub at the apex of her pussy. I know exactly where to land, and when my lips meet her soaking wet flesh, she arches.

“Oh, God, Reaper.”

“Hold still,” I murmur against her trembling skin.

“I can’t. You’re so fucking amazing at this.”

“Mm.” I lap up her juices, sucking up the sweetness like it’s the nectar of the gods. And maybe it is.

As I scrape my tongue up and down the length of her sex, she whimpers. I revel in the sound, loving her animalistic chirps and moans.

When I can tell she’s more than ready for it, I suck on her clit, pulling it tight between my lips and lavishing it with all my attention. She bucks her hips, trying to push my face away, but I don’t let her. Holding her ass in place, I flutter my tongue until she goes rigid.

Her eyes roll, and she gurgles out my name when she comes on my tongue. I lick lightly, bringing her down slowly until she’s shivering and clawing at my shoulders. That’s my cue to move my ass.

Sliding into her welcoming heat, I’m home, right where I belong. As we move together, the slow rhythm is like a balm to all the scars life has etched across my soul. She’s a reward I never sawcoming, a patch of calm in the relentless storm of my life. Making love to her, it feels like every wrong turn led me right here, to this moment. I can’t help but marvel at my damn good fortune to have someone like Lexi—so fierce, so tender—in my bed, in my arms.

Our breaths sync, and the world narrows down to the shared heat between us. I plunge into her again and again, building the tension until we’re both teetering on the edge of ecstasy. We crest that high together, and it’s more than just pleasure. It’s a promise, an anchor, something pure in the chaos that waits outside our door.

Afterward, we’re a tangle of limbs and spent desire. Lexi’s eyes lock onto mine, serious and scared. “I don’t want to lose you,” she whispers, fingers tracing the ink on my chest, over my heart.

“Hey,” I say, cupping her face, “I’ll be careful. I swear.” My thumb brushes her cheekbone, and the words are there at the tip of my tongue—I’m falling for you. But the confession sticks in my throat. It’s too much. Once I say it, I can’t take it back. This isn’t the right moment, but soon, it will be. After Blackstone’s dead.

Instead, I just hold her close, letting the silence cocoon us in our own private oasis. She settles against me, slowly caressing my skin. Looking at me with love in her eyes, she smiles.

“What?” I ask gently.

“Nothing. Just … I love you, Reaper. And I know you’re dealing with a lot right now. I just want you to know that I understand why you’re still holding back. Why you can’t say it.”

I clear my throat to try to get the lump out of it. When has anyone ever given me the benefit of the doubt before? Never. But she’s doing it, which makes me fall even harder. I do love her. The realization is fucking terrifying, but it’s there.

“I—”

“Shh.” She puts her finger to my lips. “When you’re ready, not before.”

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