Page 105 of Complete Me
“Mr. Knight, such a rebel! I’m proud of you. I really am happy for you two. You both deserve to be happy.”
“Thanks, Han,” I tell her as I look up at Reid, who’s already looking down at me with all the love in the world. “You coming to dinner later?”
“Yeah, just need to wrap things up here in a few hours,” she replies.
Reid orders his coffee and my salted caramel latte, then we head out of Bean Haven and onto the streets of downtown Aspen Ridge. His muscular arm wraps around my shoulders, keeping me tucked into him as we wander up the street to Rogue. This past week, Reid successfully moved all of my things out of the studio and into his house. There’s no such thing as rushing when you know without a shred of doubt that you’ve found your person. There’s no way I would willingly sleep away from this man after knowing what it’s like.
Once we reach Rogue, we take our drinks inside and head to his office. I immediately kick off my sandals, pulling my legs into the large leather chair that I claimed the first time I was in here with him. Reid’s eyes immediately track the movement, looking at my freshly painted pink toes.
“You ever goin’ to listen when I tell you to wear shoes down here?”
“Probably not.”
Reid makes a tsking sound and slowly shakes his head. Instead of taking a seat across from me like I expect him to, he sets his coffee down on his desk and walks to the other side of it. I sip on the smooth latte, missing the way Reid made it for me while we were staying at the clubhouse, when he steps directly in front of me. My eyes trace up his thick thighs, the visually erect outline of his huge cock pressing against his jeans until I see his hands in front of him. He’s holding a book I’ve never seen before, and as he drops to his knees in front of me, he sets it in my lap.
“New one?”
“Read to me?” he asks.
“Now?”
“Yeah, baby, right fuckin’ now.”
Excitement courses through my veins, and I quickly set my to-go cup down on the floor beside my chair. As I pick up the book, Reid’s fingers grasp my ankle, pulling it off the chair. I gasp as his lips press firmly against my skin on the inside of my ankle.
“Chapter 18. Start reading.”
Reid’s lips trail kisses up my leg slowly as I open the book to chapter 18. Pleasure zings through me, anticipation ratcheting up to the highest peak.
“Ace tastes like cool peppermint and danger as his tongue delves into my mouth. It’s brutal and possessive. A claim. I’m putty in his arms as the hand wrapped around my throat tightens ever so slightly. My core clenches, squeezing against nothing, wanting him to touch me, to fill me.”
My voice stutters and pauses as I read the lines, my brain not processing anything but Reid’s hands pushing up my dress until he reaches my hips. He grips me roughly, dragging my ass to the edge of the seat so I’m dangling off. His talented mouthmoves to my other leg, repeating the process of kissing a trail up the length. Once he reaches my inner thighs, his kisses alternate between nips and licks, his teeth sinking into the fleshy meat of my inner muscle.
I do my best to focus on the words, reading the erotic scene he’s chosen for this moment, but my mind is a hazy, lust-filled mess as Reid reaches my center.
“Don’t stop reading, Kins, it hasn’t gotten good yet.”
Jesus Christ, he’s going to kill me.
“Ace’s fingers move quickly, flicking the button of my jeans, working them down over my hips with swift movements, his mouth never leaving mine. Once they’re down my thighs, his hand is at my center, rubbing over the thin cotton fabric of my panties. I moan into his mouth at the contact. I know he’s discovering just how wet kissing him has made me, and my cheeks flush with heat.”
Reid presses his entire face into my core, taking deep inhales that send me into overdrive. After pulling my underwear down my legs, strong, calloused hands dig into my thighs, picking them up and pushing them over each armrest so I’m spread extremely wide for him.
“Oh, god,” I moan as I’m stretched open, completely bare in front of him and on full display. The book shakes in my hands as my fingers tremble.
“Fuuuck, Kins. This pussy is so damn pretty. Look at you, weeping for me. You’re so pink, so wet.” His words are strained, feral, borderline unhinged as he stares between my legs. His tongue sticks out as he licks the flat of it up my center, hole to clit. “Jesus, you taste so fuckin’ good. You were made for me. This pussy was made just for me.”
“Yes, Reid. Lick me, baby. Make me feel good, the way only you ever have.”
He looks up at me from between my legs, this huge man onhis knees, face inches from my pussy. His eyes darken at my words, a growl releasing from his lips as he dives in. I don’t need anything to compare it to, to know how good he is at eating me out. I love this man’s tongue buried in my pussy almost as much as he loves it. Almost.
He licks me just like he always does, as if he’s starved and I’m his first taste of food. The book falls to the floor, long forgotten as my hands thread through the long, soft locks of his hair, holding his face to me. I grind my hips against his face, chasing the orgasm he’s driving me to.
My legs burn and shake as his tongue swirls around my clit, and when his hand reaches up to wrap around my throat, cutting off my oxygen, his mouth suctioning my clit with little pulses, I shatter.
The world dims around me as I climax, his fingers releasing my throat and precious air filling my burning lungs. He licks me through it, long laps up my center, letting my release coat his tongue.
“Fuck. That was . . . just wow,” I ramble.
