Page 78 of Tangled Kisses
I press a kiss to the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, slow enough that she shivers. “You look luscious. Bring on the next course.”
A small laugh flits past her lips. “You really want me to keep doing this?”
Is she kidding? I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Oh, yes,” I murmur, my voice low and certain. “Yes, I do.”
“Fine.” She huffs out a breath and vanishes behind the curtain.
A few minutes tick by before I hear another muffled curse. “I am not coming out in this. No way. It covers nothing.”
I bite back a groan.Covers nothing—music to my fucking ears. “Now you have to.”
“Griffin—”
“You either come out,” I warn, “or I’m coming in.”
The curtain twitches. Her head pokes out, eyes wide.
“Drop the damn curtain, Reese.”
She groans and screws her eyes shut. “Fine. But you asked for it.”
The fabric swishes back, my jaw goes slack, and my cock begs for mercy.
Holy hell. This isn’t lingerie—it’s transparency with a price tag. Thin lace clings to her, satin straps framing her curves, but every inch is visible beneath the sheer fabric. Every swell, every dip, all of her laid out for me.
I cross the room in two strides and pull her flush against me, my hands flattening on her stomach, my thumbs grazing the undersides of her breasts.
“This one,” I growl against her ear, “is you bent over my table, my hand in your hair, me fucking you deep and slow until you can’t breathe. Not the first time, no.” My thumbs drag higher, brushing over her nipples through the lace. Hard already, begging for my mouth. “The tenth. The hundredth. When you already know you’re mine, and when you realize you’re the only one who can bring me to my knees.”
Her breath shudders, body trembling against me. “Do you want me to try on the other one?”
My grin widens as my hands slide down from her breasts, tracing the curve of her waist, over her stomach, and settling hard on her hips. “Yeah. Absolutely. I told you, I’m having the time of my life.”
Her laugh wobbles. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”
I tighten my grip, my mouth grazing her ear. “Believe it. This is only the beginning. I plan to make a religion out of you.”
That does it. Her breathing stumbles as a flush of color rushes over her skin.
Perfect. Just the reaction I want.
The curtain swings shut again, and I’m left alone with the sound of fabric sliding over her skin.
My pulse roars in my ears. My cock strains against my jeans, so hard it feels like it’s about to snap in two.
I grip the arm of the chair until the wood groans, arguing with myself like a madman. One tug on that curtain. One step inside. I could rip those last scraps away and take her raw, right here, until neither of us can breathe.
I squeeze my eyes shut, dragging in air through my teeth.
Not yet, man. Not like this. Not with her.
I’ve had more sex in the last year than most men get in a lifetime. A fucking dream, right? That’s what most guys would think.
But I never wanted any of them. It was a job. A means to an end.
I’d damn near forgotten what it felt like to ache for someone until the day Reese arrived at the ranch.
