Page 137 of Reckless Storm
“I’ll get in if you keep your panties on.”
Hayley curls her fingers around my wrist again, and I squeeze my eyes shut. If I get in that bath, with my heart pounding the way it is, there is no going back for me.
“If you don’t want this, Reed, I’m not going to force you.” Her concerned voice enters my subconscious and I groan again. “It’s just—”
Dammit. Spinning around, I grab her by the shoulders and walk her backward until her knees hit the tub. “Idowant this, Hayls.That’sthe problem.”
“Why is it a problem? We’ve set the boundaries. And—”
“I want to obliterate them.” Turning her toward the mirror, I stand behind her and cup her breasts, brushing her hair to the side before sucking the flesh below her ear. She tastes like salt, sand, and reckless decisions, and as badly as I wish things were different, they’re not. “Iwantto obliterate our boundaries, Hayls. But that’s why Ineedto keep my cool,” I whisper softly in her ear while simultaneously rolling my thumbs over her nipples, my “cool” well and truly gone.
She arches her back and a sigh rushes from her lips. “If you were really my girl,”—I glide a hand down her taut stomach, skating my palm across her skin, stopping when I reach her panties—“make no mistake. I would be tearing these apart, bending you over the edge of the tub, and fucking you from behind, pounding into you while my fingers tease your ass.” I sink my hand beneath the thin material barely covering her pussy and run a finger through her heat, groaning as her body turns to jelly.
“Oh God, Reed. I want that. Let’s do that.”
“Hayls,” I growl again, cupping her pussy as I bend her over the counter, my hardening cock pressing against her back, “we can’t do that.”
“Why? You’re already—” I plunge a finger into her soaked pussy and massage her walls, cutting her off as she cries out. “Reed. Jesus. I need you inside me.”
“Iaminside you.” I wiggle my finger to prove my point and add a second, making her laugh as she moans.
“This is good, so good. But wouldn’t it be better if you were fucking me?”
Jesus. My balls tighten as I picture her pussy taking me in, inch by inch, and I consider her request until my heart pounds and I silently curse. “No,” I whisper honestly. “It’d be so much worse.”
She rocks into me as she giggles, clearly not taking me seriously, and I wish I could give in. I wish I could throw all my reasoning out the window, but I can’t. If I fuck her, I won’t be able to hold back anymore.
I pride myself on being able to separate sex and emotion, but with Hayley, I’m already too far gone to do that, and that’s fucked me over before. I can’t lose her like I lost Bria, because with Hayley, I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
Ignoring my throbbing cock, I remove my fingers from her heat and pinch her clit, groaning when she jolts against me.
“I can’t give you my cock, Hayls. But I promise I’m going to destroy you. I’m going to ruin you for all future men.” I pause, the words tasting sour on my tongue, but for now, that’s our reality, and I’m sticking to it.
I open my mouth to say more when Hayley’s high-pitched mewl fills the small space and she grabs my hand, stilling me before I can pinch her again. She turns in my arms, pushing me back. “You’ve already done that, Reed. But by all means, do your worst.” She curls her fingers under the hem of my tee and liftsit over my head, dusting her fingers across my skin. Her gaze lingers over my tattoos and when she reaches the waistband of my shorts, she attempts to pull them down until I grab her wrist, forcing her to stop.
“Not yet. This is aboutyou.”
Gripping under her ass, I lift her up and walk us back to the counter, checking to make sure she doesn’t shiver again when she sits on the cold, hard surface. “Are we good?” I ask when she doesn’t react. “Are you still cold?”
“No, we’re good.” She spreads her legs and grabs my waist, dragging me in until I’m settled in front of her. “I’m hot, Reed. And I need whatever it is you’re about to do to me.”
“Good.”Because I need it too.
Pushing her panties to the side, I step back and drop to my knees, spreading her with my fingers, my eyes glued to her pussy as it drips for me. All for me. “Tell me this is mine and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Yes,” she rushes out, grabbing my hair, trying to shove my head down. “It’s yours. Touch me.”
“Uh-uh. Not yet. Patience.”
Rubbing my fingers along the side of her folds, I tease her as she bucks the air, seeking more, desperate for my touch. “Reed.”
“I know, Baby. Do you want my fingers or my tongue?”
“Oh, God. Is your tongue an option?”
“It is. But only if you beg.”
I circle her clit with the tip of my finger, careful not to touch her as she cries out. “Jesus Christ. I want your tongue.Please.”
