Page 112 of Reckless Storm
“No. Keep going… Ah, fuck.” His grip on me tightens before he takes a few steps backward and lowers to the ground, lying down as he settles me on top of him.
My knees dig into the sand, and the second I’ve got traction, I roll my hips, riding him in this new position, feeling the burn as his hard length grinds against me.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Arousal pools at my center and my orgasm builds, my release lingering just out of reach. “I’m close. God, I’m close.”
Reed grabs my hips, guiding my movements, sending a spark of electricity to my core. We move in sync until he releases his hold, curling his hand around my neck possessively, turning myhead so he can whisper in my ear. “Give it to me, Hayls. I want it all. I want to hear you scream my name as you come for me.”
“Oh. God.” His deep controlling voice catches me off guard and my body spasms. Doing as he asked, I scream his name, his words on repeat as I pulse against him.
“That’s it, Baby,” he continues, driving me wild. “You’re doing good. But I need more and I know you’ve got it in you.” He doesn’t stop rocking his hips, grinding into me, his movements erratic as my body shudders against him.
When I cry out again, he moves a couple more times before an unrestrained growl rips from within him, his body jolting as he curses under his breath.
Watching him come apart makes me come so hard my vision blurs and I fall onto his chest, shaking. “God, Reed,” I whisper, struggling to catch my breath as we both slow our movements. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
Reeds grunts, but it’s something between a laugh and a groan, making me smile against his skin.
“What didIdo?” he grates. “I came in my goddamn pants, Hayls. I should be asking you the same.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Reed
Fuck.What am I doing?
Why can’t I ever just befriendswith a woman?
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Hayley
As though a flip switched inside me the second Reed gave me an orgasm, I can’t look at him now without picturing his hands on my body, his eyes boring into mine, his cock between my legs…and it’s reallyfreakinginconvenient.
Especially when he appears completely unaffected.
“I feel like a burrito bowl.” His expression curls into a contemplative look. “Should we order lunch?” he asks nonchalantly, the Saturday after our high school-style romp, while I’m still thinking about what that mouth could do to my pussy.Three days later.
He’s hinted at having a dirty mouth before, but I always thought he was joking around. He wasn’t. That man can—
“Hayls?”
“Huh?”
“Lunch?” He waves his hand in front of my face.
“Oh. Yes. Let’s get lunch. I’ll grab my coat.”
“You don’t need a coat to order in.” He chuckles for a beat until his expression turns serious. Stepping closer, he palms myshoulder as he stares into my eyes, searching for something. “Is everything okay?” His voice projects the concern he feels, and a wave of guilt washes over me.
“I’m good. I’m just…” I trail off, not really sure if I should make this an “us” problem, when it’s definitelymyissue.
“Just?” Reed questions me, never one to let things go when he thinks my feelings are involved.
The rules of our fake relationship run through my mind, and I curse myself for always wanting to be honest. “You kind of broke me.”
“What? How?” A crease forms between his brows as he searches his mind for what he’s done. “I—”
“You didn’tdoanything, per se. It’s more of amemind fuck.”
