Page 104 of Hunted
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, unable to come up with any real response right now, my body still pulsing with aftershocks.
“You were incredible,” he whispers.
We lay there for a few minutes in silence. My body starts to feel normal again as my hand roams his bare chest. His fingers gently stroke up and down my arm and I become more aware of the fact that we are both still naked.
My core clenches and I glance up at him to find his eyes closed.
“Hey, Reece?”
“Hmm?” he asks without moving.
“You wanna try that again?”
His eyes shoot open, and he looks down at me as I thrust my wet core against his leg to let him know I’m serious.
His eyes heat as he pulls me tighter to him. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Show me?” I ask, egging him on as I give him my big puppy dog eyes. He pushes me to my back and proceeds to show me exactly how much he loves me…three more times.
It’s late morning by the time we manage to drag ourselves out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around my body, I head towards the door, but Reece grabs my wrist and pulls me back around to face him.
“For you.” I look down at the pink and black gift bag he’s holding between us.
“What is it?”
“Take it back to your room. Maybe if you find something you like, you’ll show me later?” The corner of his lip pulls up in a smirk before he turns and heads into his closet.
I peek into the bag and see lace and satin, so I quickly run back to my own room, shutting myself in and dumping the contents on the bed. There has to be at least eight different styles of bras in here, each in slightly different colors with matching underwear… all thongs.
I start to go through the bras and notice that although they are all different, not one of them has wire in it. They are all also in my size. A huge smile splits my face, realizing that he remembered our conversation and specifically figured out my size and got these for me. At least I hope he did, and he didn’t send Arnold out to get them, that’d just be weird.
I shake that thought from my head as I pick up a mid-toned blue one. No, this has Reece written all over it. It has one-inch straps and is made of a smooth satin material that feels incredibly soft on my fingers. It has a wide band to rest against my abs, under my chest, and the cups look like full coverage.
I drop my towel and try it on, marveling at how nice it feels compared to even my sports bras. I feel… sexier in this. I pull on the matching undies and take a look at myself in the full-length mirror.
It’s still weird seeing my grown-up body and face, and I hope I get used to it, eventually. Right now, I feel like I’m looking at someone else.
Whoever she is, she lookshot.
Chapter thirty
Bower
Darla comes bouncing down the stairs in a blue sundress that only adds to her enticing figure.
“Morning, Tink. You’re looking extra delicious this morning,” I tell her, licking my lips as I scan her head to toe.
I push my chair out at the table and reach for her, pulling her into my lap and kissing her cheek.
“Delicious? I’m sure there are better things for you to eat than me.” She rolls her eyes and looks over at West, who’s sitting across the table, eyes glued to his iPad.
But the second her words land, his gaze lifts to meet hers and a grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”
Her cheeks flush, and I can feel the heat radiating off her as she looks away. Before she can respond, Reece comes bounding down the stairs like someone lit a fire under his ass, and I notice a small,genuinesmile on his face that doesn’t match the brooding asshole I know.
“Holy shit, it’s true,” I mutter to myself, caught completely off guard.
“Hmm?” King says, dragging a chair out and joining us. “What’s true?”
