Page 102 of Hunted
“Reece?”
“Uh-huh?” He turns his head to look at me.
“Why is there so much space between us right now?”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman, Darla. You’ve been drinking and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Reece…” I say in frustration. “Do you really think cuddling me is taking advantage?”
He doesn't answer, just presses his lips together with a frown.
“I miss you,” I say quietly, trying for a different angle.
His face instantly softens, and he reaches out for me. “Okay, come here. No funny business, though,” he warns as I wiggle over to his side.
His arms wrap around me while I rest my head and hand on his chest, my leg lightly hooking over his. As soon as I’m in place, a deep, contented sigh leaves me, and I close my eyes in satisfaction.
“I missed you, too, Darla,” Reece whispers, his lips pressing to the top of my head. His chest rises and falls as his breathing slows.
Before he falls asleep, I give it one last shot as I slowly lower my hand down his chest, stopping right at the edge of his boxers.
“Are you sure we can’t… get a little closer?” He grabs my hand and raises it back to his chest, holding it tightly.
“Not tonight, baby. When we’re both sober, okay? I want our first time to be special.”
Crap shells!Why does he have to be so sweet and responsible?
“Okay,” I whisper, taking a deep breath and letting the sounds of the ocean waves and the feeling of his skin beneath me send me into a deep slumber.
A yawn escapes me before I’ve even properly woken up yet. The soothing sounds of the ocean start to register in my mind, and I feel someone wrapped around my back. I blink my eyes open, letting Reece’s room come into focus.
Right… Reece. I thought we were finally going to take the next step together last night, but he said we had to wait until we’re sober.
A slow smile spreads across my face. It’s morning… we’re definitely sober now. And I can already feel something hard pressing against my lower back.
I bite my lip nervously as I slowly wiggle my ass against him. I don’t think there is a person in the world who would fault me for my actions right now. This is a man I’ve known since I could walk and talk. We were inseparable as kids and only grew closer as we became teenagers. We did everything together back then. He was the first person, besides my dad, to make me feel special, and when we shared our first kiss, it felt like we had our whole lives to spend together.
Of course, all of that was taken from us after one terrible flight. So now that we’re finally reunited, and we’ve spent the time to get to know one another again, I’m done holding back from him. I want to be as close to him as I possibly can, both emotionally and physically.
He doesn’t react to my wiggling, so I do it again, and this time he releases a tiny groan.
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing, and when I wiggle again, his fingers dig into my hip. “Darla… You’re playing with fire,” he mumbles into my neck.
“Maybe I like the heat.” I press back much harder this time, then grab his hand on my hip and place it over my shirt, on my breast.
He can’t seem to resist squeezing it as he groans against my neck, his cock growing harder against my back.
The next moment, it’s like he’s suddenly woken up and realized what’s going on. He moves with quick purpose. One second he’s behind me, the next, I’m on my back as he leans over me, his hand slowly sliding up under my shirt until he finds my bare breast.
His fingers graze my nipple, making me gasp, the sensation shooting straight down to my core. He licks his lower lip as his eyes move down my body to my exposed pussy.
“I want to see all of you,” he whispers, grabbing my shirt with both hands and pulling it over my head. His eyes zero in on my chest as his hand finds its way there again. He watches in fascination as his touch makes my nipples turn hard and erect. He lowers his head and sucks one into his mouth and I arch up against him, encouraging him on.
“Reece!” I cry, my core begging for his touch.
My hands roam his body until I find his bulge pushing against his boxers. I grip him through the soft material, and he presses himself harder into my hand.
He keeps exploring my chest with his mouth and hands and I realize with great satisfaction that it must be the first one he’s ever been this close to, probably even the first he’s ever touched. Not that you’d know it from the way his tongue and fingers work me up until I’m a panting mess of need.
