Page 35 of Reid's Fixation
She wrapped her legs around him and his cock brushed against her sensitive core and she whimpered when he moved them off from his truck and started walking.
She was glad her apartment was over her parents’ garage and that her side of the house was pretty secluded.
He walked her to the door, and she slid down his body, making him groan again.
“Open the door babe. I want nothing more than to see you stripped bare for me as I feast on you.”
Her eyebrows raised in shock and he kissed her, “You were the one to whisper all your naughty thoughts in my ear, and I am ready to explode now. So, hurry, and I will do my best to fulfill some of your fantasies.”
She nodded and hurried to unlock the door while Reid held her hips in his hand and kissed the side of her neck.
She almost dropped the keys more than once as he explored her and she had to shut her eyes when he whispered, “It isn’t easy to concentrate is it?”
She shook her head and finally got the door unlocked.
He hurried her up the stairs and to her bedroom where he turned and locked the door behind them, turning on the lights.
“I don’t want to miss a single thing about this.”
Mila was glad she had blackout curtains and hadn’t opened them when she got home today.
Reid stayed by the door, his erection tenting his pants, “Strip. I want to see every single inch of perfection.”
She bit her lip and kicked off her heels, making her drop to her normal short height.
Then she reached for the zipper at the back.
Something Reid had missed. Yes, you could unbutton the front to reveal her bra, but the dress just came off.
She pushed the dress off her shoulders and then let it fall to the floor.
She stood in front of him in her hot pink bra and silk panties.
Glad she had worn them after all.
His eyes tracked down her body, and he pushed away from the door, pulling his shirt off.
“The rest.” She undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall, and then pushed her panties down her legs, feeling the cool air touch her heated center.
He kicked off his shoes and pushed his socks off, then used his thumbs to push his track pants down.
His boxer briefs hugged his cock and showed off every inch of it.
She felt her inner muscles clench at the memory of him filling her.
He picked her in his arms, bridal style and she squeaked. “You are going to hurt your shoulder.”
He shook his head, “Worth every second of pain.”
He put her on her bed, and she sat up to her elbows as he stood back.
She could see his scars and he turned slowly, “You have seen the scars on my neck, my shoulder. Maybe the ones on my back, but you haven’t seen them all.”
Sure enough, though she had seen some of them, she hadn’t seen him fully.
He pushed his boxer briefs off and she saw the scars on his hip and his left leg.
She hated knowing the pain he had gone through. He turned back to her and she knew he was waiting for her to say something, “Reid, I have loved your scars because of what they represent and what you did. They make you even more sexy and desirable in my eyes.”
He let out a soft breath and then walked to where she was sitting up on her bed, coming down over her.
“I love you. Do you know that?” He said and she shook her head, “I do. I have since Emery’s wedding. I just didn’t want to overwhelm you.”
Mila smiled up at him, “You are already overwhelming Reid, but I don’t ever want that to change.”
Reid smiled, “Good. Now, about the claiming you talked to me about.”
