Page 53 of Drive
1:16 a.m.It was a stupid idea anyway.
1:32 a.m. “Goodnight,” Paige said with a smile as Neil grabbed her hand and led her into their bedroom.
“’Night,” I whispered low, as if I were about to fade off to sleep. I rolled my blanket out, fluffed my pillow, brushed my teeth, and twenty minutes later, I snuck out the front door.
Every step I took in the direction of his apartment was filled with uncertainty. Every single minute, the ache got stronger. I raced toward him, a woman on fire, rushing to the heat of his lips, the flame in his kiss.
“Please be home,” I whispered as I took his stairs two at a time. I knocked softly and waited.
Go back, you fucking groupie!
The door opened a second after I turned my back to it.
I looked over my shoulder and began to stutter like an idiot to a shirtless and sweating Reid.
Furious with myself, I glared at him and his beautiful torso. “I just didn’t get a chance to tell you that the show was good.”
“Good?” he said with an arched brow. “Are these the adjectives you’ll use when you write forSpeak?”
I gave him upturned lips and the bird. On the verge of exploding with feelings I had no idea I was capable of, I backed away. “So, I guess you’re busy in there.” I motioned past his shoulder. “See you at work.”
“Stella.”
I stopped my feet and braved a glance his way. He lifted his arm on the frame enough for me to squeeze past.
“You’re alone?”
He smirked at the smile on my face as I passed beneath his arm. There was no use hiding my relief. Before I knew what was happening, I was nailed to the back of his closed front door.
He raised my hands above my head and threaded his fingers through mine.
“Why the hell didn’t you come last night?”
He captured my mouth—my answer—and overruled any excuse I might have had. And in that kiss, I felt the freedom I so desperately needed. Our hands still clasped, he twisted them behind my back, pressing his body into me while teasing me with his wicked mouth. I writhed in his hold as I met the deep exploration of his tongue and damn near buckled when he pulled back and bit my bottom lip before he let it go.
Eyes searing into mine, chest rising and falling. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Take my clothes off?” I said, completely incapable of the art of conversation. My center ached, soaked with need. All I could do was pant. “I write better than I talk.”
He chuckled and nipped at my neck, my hands still bound by his, pinned to his solid frame. He hesitated and then gripped my hands tighter as if he were afraid to leave me to my own devices.
“Whatever you are about to say, I truly don’t give a damn,” I said, my whisper heated as I leaned into him to try to capture a new kiss. “Fuck me,” I demanded before I caught his lips and kissed him with as much promise as he had me. “Right now,” I said as I swept my tongue across his bottom lip. “Reid Crowne.”
I saw his eyes darken before he released my hands. We collided again, mouths and tongues groping for more. I couldn’t get close enough, and he was hungry. I lost my shirt by his hands. He lost his jeans by mine. I lost my shorts, and he lost his boxers. I gripped him, heavy in my hand, and gasped as he fisted my hair and filled my mouth with another soul-shattering kiss. I was broken, exposed, and beat by his lips alone.
“Oh, God,” I rasped out as he skimmed beneath my panties and found me soaked. The pads of his fingers slid through my drenched middle and grazed my clit.
“Stella,” he said with a groan, “you fuck with me.” He exhaled heavily as he drew out another tongue-filled trail of kisses above my bra. He cupped a heavy breast and thumbed the material off my nipple before taking it in his mouth. His fingers moved inside me, and I buckled at the sight of his closed eyes while he fed, gripping his hair and clutching him to me. It was too much, way too much, and I was slipping somewhere between lust and beautiful oblivion, afraid to let myself fall there because I didn’t want to miss anything.
“Goddamn,” Reid said, his voice hoarse as he pulled away to stare at me. “Fucking grenade.”
I would not be denied another second. I pumped his cock tight in my hand and slid my thumb over his silky head. He jerked and cursed under his breath while I licked the salt off his chest. I tugged at his length and let myself get lost as I worshipped his taut muscles with my tongue. We stumbled toward his mattress before I landed hard on my back, chest heaving. He lingered on his knees, taking me in while he hooked my panties with his thumbs and slowly slid them down my legs. Darkening, lust-filled eyes washed over me as he spread me wide. Hot hands moved up and down my thighs as he watched me writhe.
“Please,” I said as I reached for him, and he batted my hands away before he bent his head and licked me smoothly from center to top. I jerked in welcome at the feeling of his tongue as it darted out, and I released a loud moan. His mouth teased while his jaw scraped against my thighs. It only took seconds for me to detonate against his merciless tongue. I was still gasping when he pulled back on his knees, his thumb working my clit as he ripped a condom with his teeth. Hovering over me, he trailed a hand up my body, covering every naked inch of me, and cupped my face before he gripped the back of my head, nails dragging across my scalp, a firm grip on my hair, and pushed into me. I choked on the full feeling as he groaned and buried himself. Anchored by his mouth and shaking underneath him, he drove into me hard and deep until I was matching his thrusts and whimpering on his tongue. He burned through me,with me.
Rapture.
Completion.
