Page 48 of Seducing Cinderella

“Goddamn, you feel amazing.”

She would’ve agreed, but even the simplest speech seemed beyond her. As she came back to herself, wrapped in a euphoria she’d never known existed, Reid’s mouth captured hers in a sweet, languid kiss.

Losing herself in the heady post-climax fog and the sensual dance of their tongues, her body jerked in response when he began to withdraw, the thickness of his shaft rubbing along the sensitive walls of her sex.

Once he was almost fully unseated, he pressed back in, slow and deliberate, until she’d taken all of him again. She gasped and arched her head back, breaking the kiss. The sensations were too much, too soon. She’d never survive.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed with the strength of a baby bird, her eyes pleading with him. “Reid, I can’t…”

“Shh,” he said against her lips. “Yes, you can.” He pulled her hands away, entwined their fingers, and held them down just above her head as he withdrew again. Holding himself still at her entrance, he whispered, “Trust me.”

It wasn’t a statement of arrogance, or even a request. Staring into the fathomless depths of his light eyes, Lucie realized it was a plea. It said,Trust me to pleasure you. Trust me to take care of you.And dare she hope,Trust me to love you.

“I trust you.”

His lips crushed her in a molten kiss as he drove himself to the hilt. She had a fleeting thought that this must be the very definition of pleasure-pain, wanting to push him away and claw him closer all at the same time.

But it only took moments before ecstasy had her firmly in its grasp and all that mattered was the exquisite feel of him moving steadily inside her, completing her as nothing else could.

Time stood still, the turning of the world ceasing in deference to their love making so it could last forever. Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved as one, as fluid as the rolling swells of the ocean tide.

His torturous, unhurried pace finally broke, his hips driving faster, their breaths growing shorter. Soon the familiar tension began to gather deep in her center, growing and spreading with every thrust of his cock until his passion consumed her, owned her.

Unbelievably she came yet again, his name spilling from her lips. But whereas the last one had pulsed with fierce intensity, this one carried her into a perfect oblivion on a seemingly endless current.

“God…Lucie,” he cried, his muscles tensing and quivering with his release. And as he poured himself into her body, she imagined him pouring his love into her heart as well.

Chapter Seventeen

Reid held a sleepingLucie against his body and willed himself to remember every detail. How she fit perfectly in the crook of his shoulder. How, in the middle of the night, she hiked her leg all the way over his hips as though she was afraid he’d somehow escape if she didn’t. The way her hair draped over his arm and her hand rested lightly over his heart.

They’d made love and talked for hours last night, exploring each other in ways he’d never done with anyone else. Even after realizing he loved her, he’d known his time with her was limited, but he decided to let his fantasy play out in the shadows of the night. He’d wanted to stay awake, to take advantage of every second he had with her, but eventually they fell asleep in the early predawn hours. Now the morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, chasing away the fantasy and leaving him with the ugliness of reality.

“Hey there.”

The scratchy sound of her morning voice made his heart skip a beat. But when she lifted her head from his chest with an impish smile, it might have stopped altogether.

She rested her chin on the top of her hand and seemed content to watch him. Those long, spiky lashes hung at half-mast and her lips were swollen from sleep, or maybe still from his kisses and bites mere hours ago. Her dark hair was tousled and even looked snarled in some places, but it framed her face beautifully.

“Hey there, yourself. Did you sleep well?”

Her smile went from imp to Cheshire cat. “Incredibly well.” She inched up and placed a tender kiss on his lips before snuggling back into his side and groaning. “Can we take the day off and stay in bed?”

She couldn’t have had a better request to drive home the fact that he didn’t live by normal standards where the occasional day playing hooky was okay. He shut his eyes and placed a kiss on the top of her head, giving her one last squeeze before letting her go and getting out of bed.

Retrieving his jeans and yanking them on, he said, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t get days off, and we slept in pretty late already.”

“Ugh, I suppose you’re right. Okay, here’s the plan,” she said, crossing to the bathroom. “You go for your run and by the time you get back I’ll have already done my yoga, downed the necessary amounts of caffeine to make it through the day, and made my phone call.”

Reid picked up his shirt and looked over to the open bathroom door, where he heard the water running in the sink. “What phone call?”

She emerged from the bathroom in a short robe, brushing her teeth and smiling. Pausing long enough to speak with a mouthful of toothpaste she said, “I have to cancel my date tonight with Stephen before I forget. Can you imagine if he showed up andthenI canceled?” Then she added in a fun singsongy voice, “Awk-warrrrd,” as she returned to the bathroom.

He indulged in the idea of her calling off her date with Mann…But only a selfish asshole wouldn’t want the woman he loves to be happy, even if it couldn’t be with him.Shit.Clearing his throat, he prepared to say the hardest three words he’d ever spoken.

“You shouldn’t cancel.”

She poked her head around the half-open door, her brows creased in a frown. She pulled the toothbrush from her mouth again. “What do you mean I—” Light blue foam dripped down her chin. “—ick. Hold on.”

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