Page 76 of Heart of Stone
I was burning up for this man. Of course, I recognized it had been a while since I’d felt anything even remotely close to this, and understood I was feeling things I hadn’t experienced in a long time. But I believed it was possible that time was only a very small part of the equation here.
If I were honest, I was convinced that all the responses and emotions I was experiencing had everything to do with who I was here with.
Reid.
God, Reid had turned out to be far better than I could’ve ever hoped for in a man.
The way he cared for me was unparalleled. He’d been so patient and understanding, and he hadn’t been afraid to work hard to prove I could put my faith and trust in him.
While there was no question that I could’ve easily spent hours thinking about all the things that made Reid the right man for me, all that was happening now made it nearly impossible.
From the moment Reid pulled me into his arms, kissed me, and took us down to the bed, I was a bundle of emotions and nerves. But with the way he kissed and how he held me, those nerves vanished and were quickly replaced with budding desire and heat and pleasure.
We’d spent weeks now doing plenty of kissing. Reid had made it clear; he didn’t prefer going without access to my mouth for an extended period. If too much time passed at work, he’d seek me out for the opportunity to have just one kiss. And between all the stolen moments like that at work and the unhurried occasions at his place or mine, it wouldn’t have been a surprise if I’d grown accustomed to this, to having his mouth on mine.
But there was something different about it now. Something that was far more intense than it had ever been before. The feel of his lips, the weight of his body, the strength in his arms… all of it had me feeling feral for him.
Maybe it was that before tonight, I hadn’t decided to take this next step. Now that I’d communicated as much to Reid, informing him I was ready for it, a sense of desperation had washed over me.
My fingers had worked at his tie and fiddled with the buttons on his shirt before pulling it out of the waistband at his pants. His hands journeyed up my thighs and slipped beneath the hem of my dress to cup and squeeze my ass.
Having his hands on my bare skin stole my breath.
We kissed.
God, we didn’t stop.
If Reid’s lips weren’t on mine, they were peppering kisses along my jaw and down the front of my throat.
The sensations that moved through me were unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, and all it seemed I could do was rest my palms against his bare chest and press my fingertips in firmly.
“Reid,” I rasped when his hand dipped between my legs and narrowly avoided the one spot that I needed him to touch.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice indicating he was barely holding on to those final few shreds of restraint.
My eyes met his, and I could have sworn I saw the same desperation in his gaze that I felt inside. Like he was silently pleading with me to tell him what he needed to hear.
“Please touch me,” I begged.
His lips quirked. Then he touched me. Through my underwear, he flattened his hand against me and applied just a touch more pressure with two of his fingers right where I needed it.
The moan that escaped was not from this world. My head dropped forward, and my fingers curled around his biceps.
“Do you like that?” That deep voice with just a hint of amusement would be my undoing.
“Reid, please,” I whimpered.
With what felt like no effort, Reid flipped me onto my back, tore his shirt the remainder of the way off his arms, and dropped his pants. Then he wasted no time getting my dress off my body.
I was still caught up in precisely how amazing he looked. The man’s body was absolute perfection.
Reid happened to be doing his own assessing, and from the way his eyes darkened, it was safe to say he liked what he saw.
“You are exquisite.” He curled his fingers around my underwear at my hips and dragged it down my legs, his mouth roaming over nearly every square inch of my thighs. Tossing the underwear aside, his eyes dipping between my legs, he shared, “I’ve had two months of fantasizing about these legs.”
“That’s not so long,” I teased.
His eyes shot to mine. “That’s because you’re not the one being tempted by them at every opportunity. Trust me, it’s been an eternity.”
