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“I don’t like to assume things. Leaves room for error. And, for the record, this would be a good way to die.”
EIGHT
AVERY
I lovewhen the quiet ones surprise you.
Just when you think you have them figured out, they do something out of character, like get on their knees and eat you out like you’re their favorite meal.
Reid is a marvel, some sex-god sent to give me the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I’m on the cusp of it, so close and racing to the finish line as fast as I can.
“You’re dripping,” Reid murmurs full of awe and wonder. “Here I was thinking you were a good girl. A woman who’d never agree to let a stranger kiss her in the hallway, let alone get on his knees. But look at you. You’re going to come on my tongue, aren’t you? You’re going to let me taste it.”
It’s my undoing. That such a soft, sweet man could know the exact words to tip me over the edge to pure bliss is mind-blowing, but I welcome it.
My vision goes white and my mind goes blank. Nothing but total satisfaction pulses through my veins.
I moan, loud and long, a sound anyone could hear if they were around to listen.
I don’t care if they do.
I ride the wave, not giving a damn what they might think. I claw at his hair, at the back of his neck and at his shirt, needing to hold myself steady. If not, I’m going to crumple to the floor.
I revel in the scratch of his scruff against the inside of my thigh and the burn it’s going to leave on my sensitive skin. In the gentle way he touches me, refusing to let go.
“Make a mess on me, Avery.” He continues to work his fingers into me. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up, and a sob climbs up my throat. “Can I have one more?”
“I can’t.” My legs shake. A string in me pulls tight, and tears sting my eyes. “It’s—god. Reid. I’m full. It’s too much. I?—”
“Just a little more. That felt so good, didn’t it? I know you want to come again. Let me be the one to do it. Please.”
I do want to come again. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. When I glance down at him and see the gleam in his eye, the glide of his fingers disappearing in me, I know I’m going to get it.
Faster, I think, but I must say it out loud too because Reid increases his pace. I hear how turned on I am, the arousal he pushes through until I’m crying out, chanting his name like he’s a cult leader and I’m a brainwashed follower ready to drop tomyknees and worship him.
“I’ve got you,” Reid whispers when my foot falls from his thigh. “I’ll catch you.”
He stands and I all but collapse into his embrace, utterly exhausted. Totally pleased. Thoroughly spent but hungry for more. He rubs my back, soothing circles that have no right to be as tender as they are after we defiled this section of the hallway.
“No one—” I stop to take a breath. “No one’s ever made me come twice.”
“All that attention, wasted. You need to give it to someone who can read you. Who can tell you have more left in you.” Reidkisses my shoulder, and I shudder. “And I’m just getting started with you, Avery.”
He bends down and puts my underwear back in place. He smooths my dress over my thighs. I slide his glasses on his face, and he smiles when he sees me.
“What else do you have planned?” I ask.
“We can end the night here if you want. I’ll give you my number. Invite you over for dinner later this week. It can be a date.” His eyes stay on me, and he licks his lips. I see the remnants of what I left behind glistening on his mouth in the dull lighting. Scorching heat runs through me, and I wonder if I’m burning alive. “We could also forget this night ever happened and go our separate ways. Or, if you were serious about going back to my room, I’ll take care of you again. A third and fourth time too, probably. It’s up to you. You’re in control.”
The orgasms have me all confused. I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry.
I’ve never had this kind of control before, and I like the power. I like being the one to decide the path we’re on, and I know what I want.
“Your room,” I say with as much conviction as I can muster. I think I’m in a daze. Seeing stars and lots of pretty colors. “We’re going to your room.”
“You sure?”
