Page 67 of I Choose You
The noise he made was feral. He unsnapped my bodysuit and gripped my panties, roughly pulling them down my legs. They tangled in my work boots, and Reid left them there. With my ankles tied together by my panties and my knees spread wide, Reid disappeared under my skirt again, his warm mouth on my center, lapping me up.
He speared me with his tongue, fucking me with his mouth. He dragged up my slit, flicking the tight bundle of nerves, making me gasp. I could barely breathe. I squirmed in my chair, seeking him out and rocking with his rhythm. He was relentless in his assault, alternating between sucking and licking, never letting up. A coiling sensation was building within me.
Oh God, I was so close. “Yes. Reid. God, yes,” I cried. My orgasm ripped through me, my muscles tightening as my arousal flooded out of me. Reid licked me clean, working through my spasms of pleasure until I came down from the clouds.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said, bringing his mouth to mine in a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips. It was oddly sexy. “You done trying to pretend this isn’t going to happen?”
I laughed softly, “I don’t know what you do me, but I can’t seem to stay away.”
“Because you shouldn’t.”
“Reid,” I said softly. “This is still only temporary. We can’t be catching feelings. I don’t want to hurt you. And I don’t want to get hurt.”
“Don’t worry about me, love. What doyouwant?”
I rubbed my palm up the bulge in his jeans. “You.”
Reid pulled me from my chair and spun me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my panties draped from one ankle now. His hands were on my butt, and his erection pressed into my core. We made out like that, Reid thrusting against me. He was doing things to my body that I couldn’t comprehend. A make-out session had never been so erotic. He trailed kisses across my jaw and down my throat. I reached for the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning themand lowering the zipper.
Reid adjusted his hold on me so he could drop his jeans enough to free his cock. “Condom, wallet,” he said. I reached into his back pocket for his wallet, squeezing his butt too. He pulsed into me and growled. “Faster, Claire.”
His control was slipping. He hiked my skirt up to my waist and dragged his swollen cock through my folds. A bead of precum glistened on his head. I swiped my thumb through it and licked it off my finger.
“Claire, you’re killing me.”
I tore the condom open and rolled it over him. He didn’t waste any time lining us up. He thrust into me in a powerful surge, his cock finding a home inside of me. The room grew hazy around me; all I could focus on was the feel of Reid pumping into me. The lewd sounds we made as we sought to pleasure each other.
Reid was so deep the pressure and stretch of him was tortuously perfect. The tension started growing in the base of my spine. I rocked my hips harder, faster, as Reid’s thrusts started to become more erratic.
“Oh, yes. I’m coming. Don’t stop.”
Reid growled. The feel of my back scraping against the wall as he pounded into me was only making me hotter. I came apart, cries of ecstasy on my lips. Reid followed me over the edge, his hard body tensing as he unleashed inside of me.
“Fuck. You are amazing,” he said to me, caging me in with his hands on either side of me, pressing me into the wall. I brought my hands to his face and kissed him chastely.
“That was… wow,” I breathed. My heart was still beating wildly, but I was starting to come back down to earth. “Let’s get out of here though. I kind of need to clean up properly.”
We decided to go back to my place so I could shower and change. We didn’t talk about him coming home with me; it was just something I think we both knew was going to happen.
My shower turned into our shower and one more orgasm. We cuddled in my bed, and before I knew it, I fell asleep to Reid gently stroking my stomach, his face buried in my hair.
22
Reid
The last two weeks flew by in a blur. Things at the library were coming along quickly. We had a stretch of decent weather that allowed me and my guys to install most of the windowpanes before we were plunged back into the winter weather. And just about every evening, I got lost in the feel of Claire wrapped around me.
We were alternating between spending nights at her place or at mine. It didn’t matter to me whose house I was in, as long as she was there with me. Although, if I was being completely honest, seeing her in my bed, her blonde hair fanned out on my pillow, was an addicting sight. We hadn’t talked about what this meant or where it was going. Nothing good was going to come from that conversation. She’d made it clear early on that this was temporary; I hadn’t forgotten that. I just didn’t like to think about it.
“Reid,” she called from the vestibule. I put down the tools I was using to install the carpet on the main floor and told Shawn to give me a minute. He was my partner today, Dale and Richie working on installing the new railings on thesecond floor.
“What’s up, love?” I walked over to her and grabbed her roughly around her waist. She looked good enough to eat in those skintight leggings and my Wilder Construction hoodie, her blonde hair falling just below her shoulders. She looked amazing in anything, whether it was fancy dresses, business pants and a blouse, leggings and my sweatshirt, or my personal favorite, nothing at all.
All the guys knew that we were… something. We weren’t really an item, but “hooking up” didn’t feel like the right term either. It was accurate, but it didn’t sit right with me. It was like sandpaper being dragged across my skin, irritating and uncomfortable.
She placed her hand on my chest and smiled up at me, giving me a light kiss. She pulled back when I tried to take it deeper, her eyes darting around to see if anyone was watching.
“Hey, Shawn.” She smiled and waved, a pretty pink blush making her cheeks rosy.
