Page 37 of Hot Blooded
Tressa
Reign’s long fingers work at untying the black silk bowtie knotted at his throat as we enter his bedroom. I’m still carrying my shoes, and all thoughts of changing and texting Lena are replaced by the singular focus of Reign.
He removes his watch and places it on the dresser. I can’t help but watch him. He’s by far the most beautiful thing I’ve ever,everseen. He takes my breath away.
“Why did it upset you to see me with your brother?” I ask.
He pauses, his fingers stopping in their work. “I would tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” His eyes shimmer on mine.
“Reign.” A bubble of laughter leaps out of me. “You made your first joke! This is a big deal. We need to celebrate.”
His mouth twitches with dark humor. “The funny part is you thinking I’m joking,” he quips.
I place a hand on my chest with a dramatic gasp. “Two for two. What has gotten into you? Did you forget to take your serious pill today?”
Reign grabs my waist, his hands sending volts of electricity through me, effectively shutting me up.Okay, yes.
He leads me to his bed, and I drop my heels to the floor before sitting down on the edge of the mattress. He stands before me, gazing down at me with a soft expression.
“Can I get you anything? Something to drink?”
I shake my head. There’s suddenly only one thing on my mind.
“More champagne?” he offers.
“I don’t want champagne,” I say through a tight throat.
“What do you want?” his voice is low and husky, and undeniably sexy.
“This.” I grab hold of his bowtie which now hangs undone against the buttons of his shirt and tug him toward me. He plants both hands on the bed beside my hips and leans in close. I can smell the scent of his spicy cologne. The soap he uses when he showers. He’s mouthwatering. I angle my chin up and his mouth presses to mine.
I’m still holding onto the ends of his silk tie, and I use that leverage to pull him down onto the bed. I scoot toward the pillows to accommodate his muscular frame and Reign advances, caging me in beneath him.
Our lips part for just a moment and he appraises me. “Do I scare you?”
“No.” My tone is sure.
“No?” His brow lifts. He runs a finger over the pulse point in my neck. The intensity of his crystal blue eyes looking right through me. “Because you terrify me.”
His whispered words completely unravel me, my breath catching in my throat at the thought. I want to ask so many questions, but I can’t, because his mouth is eagerly claiming mine.
As we kiss, I can’t help the way my lower body lifts from the mattress to find his, seeking friction. Reign moves his hips and my breath catches. He’s hard as stone and I’m filled with longing.
His kisses grow hungrier, more insistent. More aggressive. I can tell he’s trying to keep himself from biting me. The thought excites me more than it should.
His lower half presses against mine again and a moan slips past my lips.
He pulls back, and his dark eyes hold mine.
“You smell delicious,” he purrs, bringing my wrist to his mouth. His lips part as he runs his nose along the skin of my forearm, inhaling my scent, then his tongue drags over the spot. I moan in delight and my blood stirs. It’s as though my blood is calling out for him. I know Reign can feel it too.
“Reign,” I groan out his name, still sensitive and held captive by the way his thick length is pressing into my pelvis. “You can bite me.” My voice is encouraging, but my insides feel like mush and my heart is beating out of control.
His gaze hardens, but he doesn’t reply.
“Just a taste.”
There’s a tick in his jaw.
