Page 70 of Complete Me
My eyes pool with tears. I love him.
“Reid . . .”
“I know. I feel it, too.”
Reid answers without my words, always attuned to my thoughts, my needs, sometimes before I even know them myself. We’re so chemically connected, it’s hard to believe he’s never been inside me.
Those large, tattooed hands curl around each of my ankles, dragging me to the edge of the bed before sliding a slow, calloused caress up my legs.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to touch these legs?”
I can’t take my eyes off him, this huge, strong man being so sweet and tender with me, worshiping me, loving me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever had the privilege to hold.
“I’m taking my time with you, Kinsey. There won’t be a single inch of your body that I haven’t touched or kissed. I’m going to own you. Your body will only ever know me, do you understand?”
I nod my head in agreement, but I should have known that wouldn’t be enough for him. His hands stop their ascent at my hips, his piercing green eyes meeting mine, waiting.
“I understand. But that means you’re mine, Reid. Only mine.”
His smile is achingly beautiful, his full lips curving at thecorners, the skin around his eyes crinkling. My core dampens further, throbbing, pulsing with such a deep need that I’m wanton, feral, my hips gyrating, searching him out as his hands climb up my sides to the outside of my breasts, and back down to my hips—over and over he rubs, his touch getting tighter on each pass as if his control is slipping.
“Kinsey . . .” he says my name on a rough exhale, a plea, desperation thick in his husky voice. “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you. It feels like I can’t breathe without you. I’ve never experienced a need so strongly before, like I’ll die without feeling you wrapped around me, your tight pussy pulsing around my cock, the taste of you on my tongue, your body wrapped in my arms.”
He drops to his knees then, pushing my thighs apart, dragging his tongue down the inside of one thigh, repeating the process on the other side. My body chills from his touch but my insides are on fire.
“Reid, please,” I beg, wanting his mouth at my center.
“You want my mouth, sweetheart?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to kiss me.”
Reid tsks, shaking his head, dragging his rough facial hair over my sensitive, wet skin, driving me crazy.
“Try again, my little fighter. Tell me what I want to hear.”
“I want you to kiss my pussy, Reid.Please.”
“That’s my good girl.”
He finally gives me what I want, parting my lips with his thumbs, and with his eyes firmly locked on mine, his tongue dips out, licking a slow path from hole to clit with the flat of his tongue.
A deep, masculine groan rumbles through his chest. His voice is deep and husky, lust-filled and practically feral. “Yourtaste, baby . . .” Reid’s head drops back down, pressing his entire face into my center, moaning against my flesh, the vibrations adding to the sensations he’s creating between my legs.
“Everything about you was made for me, Kinsey. I want your scent to coat me, your cum to drench my beard. Fuck, I could stay down here forever.”
Holy shit. All of my fictional book boyfriends have nothing on this. I dreamed of what this would feel like, and my wildest dreams didn’t come close to the real thing.
My fingers find his head, threading through his long hair, pushing it out of the way so I can watch him pleasure me. Reid eats me out like it’s just as much for him as it is for me. It’s in the way he takes his time, exploring and figuring out what makes me go wild, it’s the way he feels me climbing closer, and he pulls back to not let it end too soon.
Reid Knight is a fucking god at eating pussy.
He settles in on my clit, flicking it ruthlessly. I erupt.
He licks me through my orgasm like he’s waded through a barren desert and finally given water, like he’ll die without it. And hell, does it feel mind-blowing. Like floating on the highest cloud, pleasure like I’ve never known before pulses through my body in the most euphoric, addictive feeling. My legs shake, my back bowing off the bed as Reid’s hand presses down on my lower belly, forcing me back down on the bed.
