Page 80 of On The Edge
What the fuck is happening? Reis Mathers, on his knees, for me? This control-freak, dominant man who does not like to be told no… on his knees begging for forgiveness?
“I swear, I’m going to start talking things through with you. With the guys. It’s a hard habit to break after seven years of being the leader and doing what I think is best for us, but you’re right. You’re our equal, but you’re so much more than that, love. You’re our queen.” I uncross my legs and my foot slips to the floor as he reaches forward, sliding his hands along the tops of my thighs.
What. Is. Happening?
“You’re our queen. What you say, goes. I swear it.” Reis looks up at me so earnestly, so sincerely, that his amber eyes take my breath away. “ I’m so fucking sorry, and I swear on everything I’ve ever had that youcantrust me. Believe me.”
“I want to, Reis. I do,” I whisper, cupping his cheek with my hand. He hasn’t shaved and his stubble is rough under my palm. “But you did all that without talking to me. Just like when you overheard what I said that day. You made a choice then too, and look where we are because of it.”
“Melody,” he says with a hint of desperation as he presses in closer to my shins. “I… I just found my way back to you again. Tell me what you want the band to do about the UK tour. You tell me, and we’ll do it. You’re in control of all our social media; you do whatever it is you think is best. I trust you. I trust you with everything I’ve built because I built it all for you.” My breath catches, and one of his hands comes to cover mine on his cheek.
“Why do we keep hurting each other?” I feel my heart stutter with fear. What if we just keep stuck in this stupid cycle?
“It stops right here,” he promises strongly, his fingers biting into the top of my thigh. “I can promise you from here on out, I’ll do every single thing in my power to prove to you that I’m all in. I can promise you until I’m blue in the face, but only my actions will prove to you how serious I am. Just give me time, baby. Time to show you.”
Gently, I rake my fingers through his hair and watch with rapt awe as his eyes flutter closed. The tension between us shifts.
Just slightly, but enough to have a big impact.
It’s no longer desperate for resolution, but now needy for each other. He’s on his knees in front of me. When has this man ever done that, period? And he’s doing it to beg me for forgiveness?
Reis got on his knees to prove to me he can change. To prove to me that he can give over the control when it calls for it.
It might bite me in the ass, but…I believe him. I can see that he understands why I freaked out, and he’s willing to change to make it so it doesn’t happen again.
“How are you going to make it up to me?” I say, my voice low and soft as I take one finger to tip his chin up so he’s looking at me. Reis' eyes darken and his mouth opens as he catches my meaning.
I bite my lip and touch my thigh.
There’s so much being said between us without a word being spoken.
Reis leans down slowly, and places an open mouth kiss on the spot I touched. He looks at me, mesmerized and waiting for me to tell him what to do next.
I pull up the shirt I’m wearing–Adam’s shirt–just enough to expose my stomach, and my hip bone. Silently, I tap right above the band of Markus' boxers that I commandeered as sleep shorts.
Reis leans in, staring at me until the last possible moment, and silently presses a hot kiss there.
Goddamn it. His lips… My eyes flutter closed at the contact. His soft lips, his hot tongue, his fingers gripping me tightly, the soft strands of his hair in between my fingers.
Reis Mathers, on his knees. For me.
It’s incredibly fucking hot. A kink I didn’t know I had until this exact moment.
He sits back, lips wet, and waits for me again. His eyes are wild and I’m sure mine match. I pull the collar of my shirt down, exposing my collarbone.
“Kiss me, here,” I whisper.
Reis reaches up as I lean down, and he seals his lips to my skin, kissing and nipping, pulling the skin into his mouth as he sucks and laps at my skin.
The way he’s groaning as he works my body… My own breathy moans leave my lips as my head falls back. Reis' hand comes up to my neck and he presses the sides just enough to send a thrill through me.
When he releases my collarbone with a pop, I open my eyes to look at him.
And what a sight to see.
He’s breathing just as unsteadily as I am, waiting to see what the next move is, what I want next. He’s not taking, he’s showing me that he can wait, that he can listen. Reis' hands move to my hips, dragging me forward so that our chests barely touch. Our breaths intermingle as the tension between us grows so thick I nearly can’t breathe.
My gaze is locked on his lips. I’m dying to taste them again, but I want to see where this goes.
