Page 85 of I Choose You
I freed my cock from my briefs and pushed her panties to the side, not wasting any time getting them off her.
She sank down on me, her warm, wet heat surrounding me. God, nothing had ever felt better than this.
My hands gripped her waist as she rode me hard. It didn’t take her long before her head fell back, her soft whimpers singing a song of ecstasy.
“Touch yourself, love. I need to see you come for me.”
“Reid.” She cried my name like a plea. “Right there. Don’tstop. God, don’t stop,” she chanted.
She looked so good, using my body to chase her pleasure. I thrust my hips up into her in time with her bounces, our bodies in sync. She cried out silently, her mouth open as her inner walls clamped around me.
My vision darkened as pressure built in my spine.
Her release coated my cock, making my head spin. Her core spasmed, pulling me deeper into her. I rolled us over and slammed into her one, two, three times. My orgasm ripped through me, and I emptied myself inside of her heat.
“Jesus Christ, love.” I collapsed on the bed next to her and brought my lips to hers. Every time with Claire felt like the best time.
She sighed happily and wrapped her arms around me. “That was amazing.”
Far too soon, she was getting up to get ready. The moment she was out of the bed, I missed her.
* * *
The library was almost fully finished. The last of the furniture was being delivered, and then we needed to work with Calla Bay’s town office to get the books restocked. Claire had some of the paintings remastered and had curated some new pieces to coordinate with the library’s new look and feel.
Our numbered days were getting smaller and smaller, but I pushed the thoughts aside. We still had right now. I wasn’t going to waste a second of our time together being pissed about the future before it even happened.
With Claire on my mind, I went to find her. The office that she had been using was now a fully furnished meeting room. The library was outfitted with three meeting rooms, from conference-sized spaces to smaller interview rooms. Claire’s desk had been refinished, her old, dusty chair replaced with a leather wingback-style roller chair. Across from her, my old wooden chair that I would haul up to her desk, relishing the scent of her shampoo and trying to find ways to touch her, was gone. In its place were two leather armchairs.
I opened the door to her office and was greeted with the sight of her perky yoga ass in my face. She was bent at a ninety-degree angle with her hands on the ground. She walked her hands back to her legs, essentially folding herself in half, and out again.
I walked in and shut the door again. Not only did no one else need to see this, but they certainly didn’t need to see what I had planned for her next. Her skin was soft and warm under my palms.
“Mhh,” she hummed.
This was, by no means, the first time her yoga routine was interrupted by me, but it reminded me of that first time, at Wyatt’s house. I tightened my grip on her waist and hauled her to me. She stood up, pressed firmly against my body. I cupped her through her jeans, kissing a trail up her neck.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I let it go to voicemail. I couldn’t pull myself away from Claire to even bother looking at it. She reached her arm back and pushed her fingers through my hair. I went for the button of her jeans when my phone vibrated again.
Shit.
My rule was that if someone called me more than once, Ihad to answer it. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see Wyatt’s name.
“Hold that thought, love. I have to take this,” I said, then growled, “What do you need?”
“You’re a fucking grouch, you know that? What if I was just calling to talk to my brother?”
“You called twice.”
“Yeah, I know. I need a favor.” I rolled my eyes. Claire had moved out of my grasp and was continuing her stretches. Every move she made was full of grace and poise. She dropped low, her feet flat on the ground, her knees spread wide apart, as she hovered on her haunches. Thoughts of all the dirty things I wanted to do with her raced through my mind. “Are you even fucking listening?”
“What? No, sorry. I was, uh, distracted. What do you say?”
Claire laughed loudly.
“Tell Claire I said hi,” he said with a laugh.
“Hi, Wyatt,” she yelled back.
