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“Yes,” I assure him.
“I’ve never?—”
“Let me be the first,” I practically beg, and that unlocks a part of him I haven’t seen before.
I can barely blink before he’s pulling out of me and switching our positions, my back against the sheets again. I watch with wonder as he lifts my leg to his shoulder and eases back into me.
It’s rougher. A man starved and going after what he wants. Nothing about it is nice or kind or sweet. Reid comes undone, his face flushed and his body tensing with every jerk of his hips.
“Want. To. See. You,” he grits out. “When. I. Make. You. Mine.”
Any other time, it might be romantic.
But not now.
Not with his pupils blown wide and a possessiveness to his words.
Now, it’s just fuckingwant.
“Do it,” I dare him, and he snaps.
He groans, a sound that echoes off the walls and fills the space behind my ribs. His thighs lock up, and I feel him finish inside me. He gulps down strangled breaths, his shoulders slouching and his eyes closing. I rub up his arms and over hisshoulders, touching his neck and his cheek and waiting for him to calm down.
“That—” Reid blows out an exhale and runs a hand through his sweaty hair. “I think I’m dying.”
“I’ve got you,” I say gently, and he opens an eye. He glances down at me and groans again.
“Look at the mess I made.” He winces when he pulls out of me, then stares between my legs. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I drag my fingers through his cum then touch my clit, smiling when his throat bobs around a swallow. “I like it.”
“You do?”
“Mhm. Do you?”
“Yeah,” he says slowly, lifting his chin to look at me. “I do. A lot.”
“Want to do it again in an hour?” I ask, and he laughs, collapsing next to me on the bed.
“Might need an hour and a half,” he admits. “I think you took years off my life.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“No.” I smile and he reaches for me, bringing me flush against him. “I’m not.”
“We’re going to shower in a minute. I’m going to clean you up. Let you use the bathroom. Hygiene and all of that,” he mumbles. “But I want to rest for a second. It’s been a long day, and I just got fucked within an inch of consciousness.”
“Okay.” I close my eyes, exhaustion threatening to overtake me. “Are you going to wash my hair? Rinse me off?”
“Yeah.” His breath is warm on my neck, and it’s comforting. “Might get on my knees in the shower too. Take care of you again. Maybe twice. Would that be okay?”
I stifle a yawn and curl in closer to him. “Anything with you is okay, Reid.”
He hums and takes my hand in his, resting it on the center of his chest. His heart hammers under my palm, and I wonder if he can feel how fast mine is beating too.
TWENTY-SEVEN
