Page 73 of I Choose You
“Yeah. Caught us a little off guard, but that was my fault,” Reid said.
“Thanks for agreeing to meet with us on a Saturday.”
“Not a problem. Let’s walk through what I’ve got so you can sign off and load it up.”
“Sounds good,” Reid responded.
We followed him into a large, open shop. Equipment, tools, and supplies were scattered throughout, but right in the center were our three handcrafted, custom-built, historical chandeliers.
“Oh, my goodness. These look amazing.” I circled them, checking them out from all angles. The iron arms were twisted and pulled in an intricate design where eight lights surrounded a circular frame. A delicate floral pattern was etched in the band and snaked its way up the arms, where the lights were set within a petal-inspired setting. They were exactly as Reid and I had designed them. The thick, heavy iron created a masculine feel, which was offset by the delicate touches in the details. “They are perfect,” I whispered.
“They were fun to build. I haven’t seen a design like this before. If you ever need anything else done, give me a call.”
“We will, definitely. Thank you,” I told him. Reid was watching me with a smile on his face. “What do you think?”
“I think if you love them, I love them.”
Mr. Davis looked between us and grinned. “Smart man.”
“No, seriously.” I’d told him from the beginning that I didn’t want to try to take over the design. I wanted it to be a collaboration. He was extremely talented, not just at the actual construction but with everything. The way he brought the building back to life with the details he included everywhere.
“I am serious,” he smirked. “Remember, we worked on these designs together. I knew they would be perfect, and that’s exactly what Mr. Davis gave us. Let’s get them loaded onto the truck so we can get them home.”
Mr. Davis used a special crane to lift the chandeliers, one at a time, and Reid and I each guided it slowly into the truck. The whole process took us about two hours.
“We still have the cabin for one more night, if you want to. If you would rather us head home, we can do that too. I know it’s been a long weekend,” Reid said once we were settled back into the truck and heading away from the shop.
“No need to rush back. I’m good with staying up here another night if you are. But you were the one not feeling well, so if you want to head back, that’s fine with me.”
Reid reached out, his hand snaking up my leg. “I think we can salvage this weekend, at least a little.”
“Cabin, it is.” I smiled at him. He squeezed my inner thigh, and my knees parted.
Never taking his eyes off the road, Reid cupped my center through my leggings, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed it quickly, stoking a fire within me. My breath hitched. Reid pulled at my waistband, his hand sliding between the fabric of my panties to my very core.
“Fuck, love. You are so wet,” he growled.
“That’s what you do to me,” I told him honestly.
He swiped through my heat a few times before inserting a finger and pumping. His palm rubbed against my clit. I was breathing so heavily, my heart rate beating faster and faster. He dipped another finger into me, stretching me wider. “Reid, you feel so good inside of me,” I moaned, holding on to his shoulderfor support. I had never done anything like this. The out-of-control feeling had me heady and desperate. Reid cast his eyes over to me, a devilish smirk on his lips as I bucked my hips into his hand wantonly. I was so close. My body was coiled tight, on the precipice of combusting.
“Come for me. I need to feel you fall apart.” His voice was strained like he was getting off on getting me off.
“Yes,” I hissed, rocking into this hand as my release came fast and hard, making me see stars behind my eyes.
He slowed his rhythm, bringing me back down from the heights. He pulled his hand from my pants and licked his fingers.
“You taste so fucking good, Claire. When we get to the cabin, I want my head between your thighs before the door closes behind us. If you have a problem with that, tell me now.”
I laughed. I was still coming down from a postorgasmic bliss, and he thought he could just do it again. Uh-uh. “Well, I do have a problem with that.”
Reid’s head snapped to mine, concern etched on his brow.
“I want it to be my turn next,” I said as I caressed his hard cock through his jeans.
“Christ. I will give you whatever you want, love. Always.”
We spent the rest of the day locked in our small cabin, making up for the last two days, getting lost in each other’s bodies. My heart beat in time with his as we lay together, naked and sated. A feeling I had never felt washed over me, but I put it in a little box in the corner of my heart. Maybe I would analyze it later, but tonight was for us.
