Page 59 of Hot Blooded
“I don’t want to send you away. The six months means nothing to me. It was an arbitrary timeline to complete the library project.”
She flinches slightly at my words.
I take her hands. “What I mean to say is that I want you here. Not as my librarian, as my… girlfriend.” There’s that word again, but I don’t consider my word-choice for long, because it lifts Tressa’s plush mouth in a smile, and she wraps her arms around my neck. I continue on. “I want you here, with me. And while I have no plans to move, if I do go to Paris, or anywhere else, I want you to come with me.”
“Reign,” she says the word softly, the warmth of her breath on my neck. It sends a ripple of pleasure down my spine.
“Did Lena say something to cause you to worry today?”
She nods, sheepishly.
I touch my lips to hers in a soft kiss. “Well, don’t. I want you, sweet Tressa, more than you can ever know.”
She leans forward, pressing her mouth to mine again. “Then, have me. Please. Don’t hold out on me anymore.”
It’s a plea I’d be a fool to refuse. I stand and offer her my hand, then guide Tressa over to the bed across the room while the anticipation inside me builds. I have little doubt thatmy control is hanging by a thread, and something tells me the woman crawling across my bed wants to see it snap.
She’s dressed in a pair of fleece leggings and an oversized sweater. I waste no time in removing them, leaving them and her panties in a pile on my floor.
“Gorgeous,” I murmur, trailing my fingers over the dip in her belly. She shivers at my touch. “Still not cold?”
She responds by shaking her head.
There’s an obvious bulge in my trousers and it’s captured Tressa’s attention.
Oh, looky here, my breaking point. I didn’t think it would come about quite like this, but here we are.
Feeling uncharacteristically brazen, reckless, I yank hard at my belt, freeing it from the confines of my pants. Tressa looks a bit stunned. I’d be lying if I said even that, her slight edge of fear, didn’t turn me on.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” I command, waiting until Tressa draws a slow, shaky breath before continuing.
I tug down my zipper and take out my cock. It’s hard, ready, and aching for her touch. Kneeling beside her on the bed, I stroke myself slowly. Her gaze zeroes in on where my fist is moving over my flesh at a leisurely pace. She looks hungry for me. Eager. But also, a little uncertain.
“Would you like to touch me?”
She turns her face toward my voice. “Yes. More than anything.”
“Sweet girl,” I murmur. “Come here.”
Chapter 31
Tressa
“Would you like to touch me?” Reign’s deep voice murmurs seductively over the words while his fist does obscene things—stroking himself. I’m transfixed. It seems as though,finally, all of his careful control has snapped. And I am here for it.
Swallowing my nerves, I nod. “Yes.” My voice comes out weak. I try again. “More than anything.”
“Sweet girl. Come here.” He’s breathless and his deep voice sounds so sexy. “Tell me,” he says. “Use your words.”
“I want this.” I reach one hand toward him and trace my finger along his thick shaft. His chest hitches. It’s like he’s made of steel. Hard and unyielding. Desire races through me.
Reign draws closer at the same time I lift on my elbows, and then he’s caging me in, pressing his erection against my stomach, and kissing the daylights out of me. I love it. The attraction we’ve been fighting seems to boil over all at once.
Our mouths stay fused together while our lower halves grind together, drawing out the pleasure—the anticipation building between us.
My fingers knot into the short hair at the back of his neck while his tongue quests for mine. My heartbeat is pounding so loud, I know he can hear it, and there’s a damp flood of moisture between my legs when his teeth nibble my bottom lip. His kiss is raw. Primal. And by far the best kiss I’ve ever had. My desire for this man knows no bounds.
Reign pulls back, slowing our frantic pace, and I don’t know whether to be grateful or angry. I don’t want to rush through this, but I’m also dying for his touch.
