Page 166 of Reckless Storm
Her walls tighten and I glance up to speak, but when our eyes lock, I freeze, floored by the emotion staring back at me.
No one has ever looked at me like that. She’s at my mercy and vulnerable, but there’s a softness there that wasn’t there before. Dare I say love?
In this moment, there’s no doubt in my mind that she wants more—that she wants me—and my chest swells.
Slowing my movements, I hold her gaze, my eyes boring into her soul, my heart pounding, knowing this moment has moved beyond sex. I’m making love to my girl.
Make no mistake, Hayley’smine. And I’m going to make sure she knows that. Make sure shefeelsit.
Balancing her in one hand, I continue our slow rhythm as I grab her face, staring into her eyes, begging her to see through what she believes us to be, to realize what we are.
Nothing about this is fake, and for me, it’s been real for longer than I’ve even been willing to admit.
Emotion clogs my throat as she holds my gaze, but when her body shivers, I break our trance, releasing her face to slide my hand between us, pressing my thumb to her clit.
She cries out as her pussy pulses and her walls clench around me. “Reed,” she gasps, and my name from her lips has never sounded sweeter.
“That’s it, Hayley Baby. Take what you need. Use me.”
Her body jolts and when she screams out my name, her pussy strangles my cock, her embrace so tight my release shoots out of me, filling the condom as my body spasms.
“Fuck, Hayls. Yes.”
Slamming my lips to hers, I steal her breath and consume her, pouring everything I have into the kiss, making sure she knows that nothing will ever compare to our connection. That she was meant for me and I was fucking made to complete her.
I may not have realized it at first, but it’s always been her. I’ve just been waiting for her to arrive.
I continue to kiss her until our breathing slows, and when she pulls back, I smile.
“Wow,” she whispers with a giggle, making me chuckle. “That was…”
“The best sex of your life.”
“Of my life?” She laughs breathlessly, her eyes lighting up, confirming I’m right. “It was pretty bloody spectacular.” She shakes her head in disbelief as I lower her to the tiles, holding her close until she supports her own weight, pushing me back.“My fake boyfriend is a sex god,” she announces and I groan at her words, grabbing her hand, lifting it between us.
“Feel this.” I hold her palm over my heart and press down, allowing her to feel the way it pounds for her. “Feel what you do to me.” My eyes lock with hers, emotion pouring from my gaze. “Nothing about this isfakeanymore.”
Hayley’s eyes snap to mine before she springs back as though I hurt her, shaking her head again, this time in a panic. “I can’t. I can’t. You don’t. This is all wrong.”
“Wrong? What the fuck, Hayls. Tell me you didn’tfeelsomething just now or ever. Tell me and I’ll back off.”
“We can’t do this. We’re supposed to stage a breakup and—”
“What? Are you serious right now?”
“Yes. We can’t. This isn’t supposed to happen.”
I frown, confused, my heart breaking. “So, what… You want me to keep pretending? To shower you with affection in public. To kiss you. To hold your hand. Tofuckyou. And then break your heart, all while pretending I’m not in—”
“Don’t. Please.” She throws her hand out to stop me and my heart cracks.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t say it. Not now.”
Fuck. Not now or not ever? Did I get this all wrong? I was sure she felt the same, but… “I guess that gives me my answer.”
“No, it doesn’t. Not at all. Look at this from my perspective.” She stalks out of the shower and grabs the towel off the rail, wrapping it around her. “Not too long ago you were in love with someone else. What happened to that? Have those feelings just gone?”
