Page 77 of Heart of Stone
Reid was taking too long to appreciate the view that I said, “Well, you certainly aren’t acting like a man who’s been tortured by them for so long. I would think you’d do something about it now, if that were the case.”
A lazy smile spread across his face. “Oh, I’m going to do something about it. Because the first thing I’m going to do with these legs is get them over my shoulders. I need to taste what’s between them.”
I shivered, desperately wanting what he’d just promised, but unsure if I was prepared for it.
Reid didn’t give me the chance to consider it. He spread my legs, positioned himself on his stomach—like he intended to be there for a while—and tossed my legs over his shoulders. Then, he only pressed two kisses to my left inner thigh before he was tasting me.
My back immediately arched off the bed, my hands fisting the blanket beneath me. “Oh, God,” I moaned.
The movement didn’t deter Reid. Evidently, he’d been waiting long enough, and he wasn’t going to allow anything to stop him from living out this fantasy.
I didn’t mind.
I loved it.
His mouth, his tongue. They were just as perfect as the rest of him. He built me up slowly, his tongue flicking over my clit in a way that told me he planned to give me more than I ever thought possible.
And when he groaned against me the moment I began moving my hips and riding his face, the sound only served to propel me faster to that point of no return.
“Reid,” I called out a warning. “Oh, please, don’t stop.”
The man did not stop. He went at me harder.
And the next thing I knew, my legs were trembling on either side of his head as Reid worked me through to the end.
I was there, sated and trying to catch my breath, as Reid finally stood and removed his underwear. I licked my lips, wanting to return the favor, but he stopped me with a kiss on my mouth before I could even prop myself up on one arm.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispered against my lips.
There was nothing I wanted more. “Please hurry,” I begged.
Reid fished out a condom, rolled it on, and positioned himself. Then, he took his time and pushed inside, inch by inch.
When he was buried inside me, unmoving, I lifted my hands to his face and allowed my eyes to roam over his handsome features. Reid stared back, and something passed between us. Something that told me this was far more than just sex for the both of us.
I couldn’t speak for Reid, and maybe it was crazy to feel this way after knowing him for only two months, but I was confident I’d fallen in love with him.
He groaned, kissed me, and said, “I need to move.”
And that was it.
That was the last thing that needed to be said, because we both got lost in all that happened next.
Reid moved, and it was the most beautiful experience of my whole life. For as harsh or brash as he’d been when I’d first met him, he was now the opposite. His strokes were gentle yet powerful. His kisses were sweet yet claiming. And his touch was tender but possessive.
We rolled in the bed several times—him on top, then me, then him again. As wonderful and tempting as it was to see ourselves through to the end, it seemed we were both just as interested in prolonging it, in drawing it out for ourselves.
Our hands roamed. Mine were on his shoulders and arms. His were on my breasts and thighs.
Our skin was warm, covered with a sheen of sweat, and our breath mingled throughout.
I wanted Reid to have everything he wanted. After all that he’d done for me, after how he’d cared for me and made me feel special, he deserved to have it all.
“I want you to come with me, Natalia.”
I nodded my understanding, my hips meeting and matching the increased pace of his thrusts.
Our breathing picked up, my fingertips pressing in deeper. “Reid,” I moaned as it built quickly.
