“That’s a yes to everything,” he replies before kissing my forehead, andgood grief! I do love me some forehead kisses. “What’s your next scene in your book about?”
My brain currently resembles a pan of scrambled eggs, but I manage to remember where things are headed next in the story. “Reid is starting to have feelings for Anna, but he’s trying to deny it.”
“Of course he is,” Reno replies with a tsk. “Men are so fucking stubborn.”
I laugh as he caresses my lower back with his big hand. “He decides if he can reduce their encounters to just a sexual level without emotion, all those pesky feelings will go away. So he’s going to completely defile her. You up for that?” I give him a flirty eyebrow.
“Oh, I’m an excellent defile-er, dream girl. What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking a nice, hard fuck against the door.”
The fleshof my stomach is suddenly being poked by a very insistent penis that seems to be growing by the second.
“Hmmm,” Reno hums, biting into the corner of his bottom lip. “I’m not sure howniceit’s going to be. Can I interest you in anot-so-nicefuck?”
Images flood my brain and saturate it in lust. Reno pounding into me without mercy. His strong hands holding my ass. “I think I can grant you some leeway in the execution.” The thought of him holding me up makes my eyebrows inch together. “Look, I’m not exactly petite, so if it’s too much…”
His eyebrows mirror my own in a look of severe consternation. “Are you doubting my strength, Juliette?”
I rest my hand on the base of my throat in my best impression of a Southern belle clutching her pearls. “Oh, heavens no,” I drawl. “I was simply saying that I’m tall so not exactly—eeeep!” My words turn into a squeal as I’m suddenly upside down over Reno’s shoulder.
Then he squats and picks up my bag and shoes like he doesn’t have a fully grown woman on his shoulder.No wonder the man has the ass and thighs of a machine. He could probably squat my Volkswagen.
“Reno! Put me down!” I insist.
“No,” he insists right back as he begins to jog—freakingjog—up the beach.
“I feel like I’m having a conversation with your ass,” I say, admiring the flex of his posterior while I brace my hands on his waist to minimize the bouncing.
“He’s a very good listener,” Reno shoots back as he cuts up the path toward our cottages. At least I think this is the correct path. Hell, I’m not sure because of my previously mentioned navigational shortcomings. Not to mention that I’m currently upside-freaking-down.
“You’re a brute,” I declare with absolutely no heat behind the words.
“Thought that’s what you wanted.” He gives me a light swat on the butt, and I grit my teeth around a moan. “I’ve readsome of your books, Miss Juli Mack, and I know your secret.”
“Oh, please enlighten me,” I say.
He steps up onto the back porch of what I realize is his cottage and gently sets me on my feet. Despite carrying me while jogging, Reno isn’t even breathing hard.
“You like a man who takes charge,” he announces, setting down my purse and shoes before stepping closer and herding me until my back is against the door. “You want a man to tell you exactly what he’s going to do to you and then follow through with every dirty thought.”
“Y-you think?” I stammer because his body is crowding mine as his mouth drops to my ear.
“I know,” he whispers, taking a quick lick of my earlobe. “I also know you like a man to bite you here.” His teeth sink into the fleshy part of my ear, and this time, there’s no holding back the groan. Because I do like that. It’s my go-to spot. I guess it comes through in my writing.
“I don’t like smug men,” I proclaim, earning me a chuckle from Reno.
“Liar,” he murmurs before sucking on my goddamn earlobe like it’s his very own cherry Starburst. “Would Reid go down on Anna before he fucks her against the door?”
“I, uh…” Yes. Fuck yes, he would. But what if Reno doesn’t like doing that? “It would be diner’s choice,” I answer breathlessly.
He gives me a lopsided grin, and one of his hands skims up my back. Two seconds later, he has my romper unzipped, and I’m naked from the waist up, except for my strapless bra. The man is smoothness personified. I didn’t even hear the zipper.
“This is pretty,” he says, eyes dropping to my cream bra as his fingers move over the delicate embroidered pink flowers adorning the cups. Then he uses the tips of two fingers to trace the mounds of my breasts, skimming just along the perimeter of the lacy fabric.
“You should see the matching panties,” I tell him.
Reno wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Oh, I plan to, dream girl.”
