Page 41 of Overdue

“I’ve always seen you, Reed. You’ve always been it for me. I was just too stupid to admit it. Even to myself.”

He picks me up and carries me into my office. Gently, he lays me on the couch. It was brilliance on my part to wrestle it in here when I moved in. Although, I assumed it would just provide comfortable seating for meetings. This seems like a good use of the office furniture also.

I watch as he pulls his wet T-shirt over his head. I’ll never get tired of that view. But acres of rippling muscle aren’t what captures my attention this time. He hesitates, a question in his eyes.

“Austen, are you sure about this?” he asks. “Because, this time, I’m not letting you run.”

I consider him for a moment. His strong face is etched with concern. His muscles quiver slightly from the cold. I don’t want to run anymore. I don’t want to fight whatever it is we have. Let them talk. I’m in love with Reed Campbell.

“I think fourteen years of running is long enough.” I smile at him. “Reed Campbell, will you be my boyfriend?” He laughs, breaking the tension. The crease between his brows relaxes. “I can pass you a note later with ‘yes’ and ‘no’ on it. You can write ‘maybe.’”

“You’re crazy.” He shakes his head. Placing his hand on my shoulder, he presses me back down on the couch. My clothes come off slowly. He’s not in any hurry this time, and neither am I. Nothing feels awkward about this.

“I would circle ‘yes,’” he says.

“Would you?”

“Absolutely. Do you want me to find my senior ring to wear around your neck to prove it?”

“And your letterman jacket. Don’t forget that. Very important.”

He laughs again before settling over me, his cock pressed deliciously against my heat. He places languid kisses down my neck to my shoulder. Slowly, he moves lower, nipping, licking, and kissing.

“Of course, I’ll need to sit in the middle on the seat of your truck.” My voice has dropped at least an octave.

“Naturally,” he agrees before pulling a taut nipple between his lips. My next words come out in a senseless ramble. Something about sneaking into my room. Reed chuckles softly as he kisses his way to the other side. My hand slides into his long, soft hair. I love how it flows through my fingers.

He moves farther down my body, feathering kisses as he goes. It feels like heaven and hell wrapped into one. I’ve already had a taste of what he has to offer. Waiting for more seems like the worst form of torture. Then his tongue runs through my folds, and every worry I have flies away.

When I say the man is celestial with his tongue, I’m not doing him justice. I could die coming like this and be happy. The sensation of an approaching wave builds. My hands grip his hair without mercy. I rock against his face as the feeling intensifies.

“Reed.” I want to put forth an entire monologue about the abilities of his tongue. But I can’t get the words out. He’s pressed at least two fingers inside me. An ode might be necessary. “Reed.” And then pure pleasure crashes over me. I ride it as long as I can.

“Gaw.” That’s as close as I can get to a word. I’m exhausted.

“Good?” Reed says, laughing. He pushes to his knees between my legs.

“I’ll write you a thank you note later.” Those dimples I love make an appearance when he grins. Right before he presses his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean. For all that’s holy! I’ve always known he’s sexy, but that might be the cause of my next orgasm.

“I still don’t have a condom,” he says.

“You still don’t need one,” I answer.

Never would I have considered having unprotected sex before Reed. Right now, I can think of nothing worse than a thin piece of latex separating us. Is it the difference between being completely in love and just taking care of a need?

“Yeah?”

“Come here.” He shoves off his underwear and settles back on top of me. I love the weight of him. He eases inside me. My back arches. We fit perfectly, like we’re meant for each other. We’ve been so stupid all these years, fighting when we could have been doing this.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbles as he begins to rock his hips.

“Thanks?” I’m having a hard time forming words again. It’s Reed’s fault. In all the times I’ve had sex, and there aren’t that many, I’ve never been rendered speechless.

“Sensational?” His voice is becoming scratchy. Raising, he lifts my leg over his shoulder and presses inside even deeper. No words, even simple ones, are possible now.

“Glorious?” His thumb circles my clit. He might have said something else, but it’s lost to me as my ears ring from my next orgasm.

He thrust one last time and stills. I pry my eyes open, just in time to watch his brow crease in concentration as he comes. It’s beautiful. He opens his eyes suddenly and smiles.

---