Page 35 of Complete Me
BAM!
I jump and scream at the loud thud against the window of my apartment.
“Kinsey?” Reid shouts through the phone. “Are you alright? I’m on my way!”
I bring the phone back up to my ear, the book having fallen into my lap when I jumped. I slap my free hand against my chest and heave in a deep breath.
“No, no, you don’t need to come over. I’m fine. I think a bird flew into the window. Poor sweet thing,” I reassure him.
“If you’re sure?”
“I am. It was the window, I’m fine.”
“Okay. Sleep well, sweetheart.”
“You, too, Reid. Night.”
I disconnect the call and scoot further into my bed, throwing my covers over my head. God, I can’t believe he just had me read that to him. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Not that I have much to relate it to, but even if I weren’t a virgin, that was hot.
Images of Reid from earlier start to appear when I close my eyes, imagining if things had gone further. My pussy starts to throb again as I imagine his hands caressing my body, rough against my smooth skin. The way his lips would feel against mine, the coarse hair of his beard rubbing against my face, the way his tongue would delve into my mouth, demanding and possessive. His smell surrounding me, all leather and cedar. God, that’s my favorite scent. His firm body under my palms.
It’s not long before I feel the warmth pool between my legs. Knowing that I won’t be able to sleep unless I relieve some of the pressure, I lift my butt off the bed to slide my panties down my legs, the fabric setting off goosebumps as it goes.
Slowly, I slide my hand under my shirt, taking my time to get to my breast before twisting and pulling at my nipples until they’re hard peaks. With the pads of my fingertips on my other hand, I work myself up, dipping down my stomach until I reach my core. My breaths are coming in short, rasping pants as I slip my fingers down my seam, tracing along the slit until I can slip a single finger inside. A moan slips from my lips at the welcome intrusion.
I’m met with a slick wetness I knew I would find there. A dampness I’ve become familiar with ever since Reid Knight started spending time with me.
Pumping in a few shallow times, I slide my fingers back up to my clit. Keeping my eyes closed, there’s only one man Ipicture. I imagine it’s Reid’s hands on me instead of my own, moving in firm circles over my sensitive, aching clit.
My hips start to gyrate, grinding against my hand, a moan slipping from my lips as the pressure builds. I picture Reid kissing my neck while playing with my nipples, rotating between the two, keeping his fingers pumping in and out of me in slow, powerful thrusts. Would he be rough with me? Gentle?
He’d finger fuck me, his palm hitting my throbbing clit in the most perfect way. I can hear his voice speaking in my ear, “That’s it, sweetheart, chase it, take what you need. Come all over my hand.” I feel the orgasm build and build as my hips gyrate against the ministrations my fingers are making against my throbbing clit, until it takes over completely.
“Reid! I’m coming!” I yell into the empty room. My fingers are met with a rush of wetness as my pussy contracts and throbs. Wave after wave of pleasure rushes through me until I am left with shaky legs, my heart beating rapidly, and my breath ragged. Completely blissed out and spent. As spent as I can be without having the real thing, anyway. I remove my fingers and take a few moments to catch my breath, my eyes flicking to my phone. I’m not prepared for what stares back at me. Reid’s name sits at the top, the timer continuing to count upward with our ongoing call still very much connected.
Time stops.
I can’t breathe.
Can’t move.
Can’t even comprehend the severity of what that means.
As if a switch is flicked, my body finally cooperates. I snatch my phone off my end table and slam my pointer finger into the red ‘end’ button.
“Ohmygod. That did not just happen!”
Well, if he didn’t know how into him I was, there’s no denying it now.
CHAPTER 8
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I’m notsurprised when Sawyer texts me to come hang out, even if I have been unfairly avoiding him the last few weeks. What I am surprised by, though, is seeing Kinsey standing in a pair of cutoff denim jeans, cowboy boots, and a lacy tank top that shows nearly all of her back in Sawyer and Ivy’s kitchen.
She’s holding their newborn daughter, Grace, close to her chest, and if my knees weren’t weak from seeing Kinsey alone, I can barely find the strength to walk farther into the room at the sight of her holdinga baby.
Images of a practically naked Kinsey have been on repeat for the last forty-eight hours. I know she was just as affected as I was while I was tattooing her. I could see how wet she was, the fabric between her legs damp, her sweet, musky scent filling my lungs. I’ve never wanted to taste something so badly in my life and it was pure fucking torture not to have the meal I so badly wanted.
