Chapter Twenty-One

R eynolds didn’t remember moving, but when that sweet scent of berries hit his nose, it quickly registered she was in his arms.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” His tongue greedily swept between her lips. She tasted of whiskey and sexy promises.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moaned his name. Her voice was dripping with want.

His hands slid down her body until his fingertips touched the hem of that wrap. The wrap he imagined ripping off her with his teeth like some feral creature. “Do you have anything on under this?”

“Nope.”

“Good.” As soon as he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around him. With slow steps, he moved them to a flatter surface. Gently, he placed her on the table.

“Here?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Seems as good of a place as any. I mean, I am hungry.”

“It must be true, then.” She pointed to his sweats that were fighting against his erection. “I don’t want to deny a good man what he desires.”

He loved how confident she spoke when sex was on her mind. “You are a sexy freak, you know that?”

“Thank you. With everything else in my life being so restrictive, I had to let loose somewhere.”

“Lucky me.”

“You have no idea.” Without breaking eye contact, she unbuttoned her wrap and began to open it, but she paused. A flicker of worry in her eyes.

He hated that she doubted her beauty, her sexual power, the strength of her body.

Even if it took a thousand years, he would make sure she never doubted herself again. He placed his hands on hers and helped her undress. “You’re perfect.”

She stroked him over his sweats. “Once again, the pants don’t lie.”

“Neither do I.” He kissed her as his hands ran up her back and down her sides.

His thumbs grazed the outsides of her breasts as his tongue swept into her mouth. With his heart pounding against his ribs, he savored the soft feel of her lips against his own.

Her fingers played with the waistband of his pants and quickly found their way under the soft material. The moment her hand wrapped around his cock it almost sent him over. “Susan.”

“I’ve craved touching you again.” Lust soaked her every word. “To kiss every thick inch of you. To have you in my mouth. And deep inside me.”

“You keep saying dirty things like that and I might never let you leave.” As he sucked her bottom lip, she moaned his name and gently moved her hand up and down his length.

“I can say dirtier if you want. Tie you up with the golden Lasso of Truth.” Her words caressed his ear.

“Do you have one of those?” Her superhero sexy talk only made him want her more, and until this moment, he didn’t think that was even possible.

“I do.”

He groaned.

“I also have the golden bikini.”

“The golden bikini?” Every Star Wars nerd’s fantasy come true.

“Yep.” Susan raised an eyebrow in that seductive way that always got him hard as a rock. Her thumb slid along his sensitive head, and she smiled against their kiss. “What do you want?”

Cupping her face, he soaked her in. “Marry me.”

“Again?” She giggled.

“Again. And again.”

Her elegant fingers wrapped around him as she set a slow, torturous tempo. “And again.”

Being so close to her each day, Reynolds held on by a thread before now. “Susan, how far do you want this to go?”

With her free hand, she moved his sweats off his hips, and they fell to the floor. “I want all of you.”

The cool air danced across his naked ass, giving him a moment of clarity.

A voice of doubt whispered that he should tell her to stop. Bring some logic to this illogical situation, but he couldn’t. Logic had no place here. Not today. Not when they were this close to getting everything they wanted.

Not when they both had such heavy stakes in the game.

When she licked her lips and her eyes darted down, he knew it was now or never to turn back. “Can I?”

He didn’t want to turn back. “I don’t know if I’ll last very long.”

A coy smile across her perfect lips. “I’ll take my chances. Sit down.”

The moment he sat in the chair, she kissed the tip of his nose and down his chest. Her tongue danced across his belly, and she rubbed her breasts against his thighs.

His hand slid down her spine, taking in the curve of her hips, the roundness of her ass. “Perfect. Just… holy crap.”

She gave the head a seductive, long lick before kissing it. “You good?”

“I’m fucking great.”

“Wonderful. Tell me if it’s too much.”

Watching her take him into her mouth, inch by inch, then pull back slightly, had him gripping the chair. It would never be too much. Reynolds wondered if the next fifty-plus years would satisfy his want for her.

With expert sucks, she continued to torture him. A skill she appeared to enjoy as she gave him a mischievous grin during pauses.

I’m a dead man. “That feels so good.”

She reached for her mug and tossed back the drink inside. As seductive as she attempted to be, the strength of the whiskey surprised her. “Oh, that’s intense.”

“So are you.” His hands rested on her breasts, his thumbs taunting her pert nipples.

She momentarily arched into his touch before pulling him closer to the edge of the chair. It gave him more access to her as she leaned forward and kissed him. “Keep touching me.”

“I love that you know what you want.”

“I want you. All of you.” The moment she slid him inside her mouth again, the heat of the whiskey almost shot him off the chair. Her tongue caressed his cock as she gave it the attention he dreamed about for too long.

“Holy shit … Susan.”

“That’s it. Tell me what you want.”

As she increased her pace, her hands moved up his thighs, his body, and back. Every nerve of his begged for release.

“That’s… damn…” His hips began to rock, meeting her movements.

She pulled him out, pumping him at the base. “What do you want me to do? I want to hear you say it.”

“Make me come.”

“Gladly.”

“And I want you to put you on that table, eat you until you scream my name.”

She moaned against him and increased her pace. The vibration of her words intensified her touch.

Reynolds couldn’t have dreamed how responsive she would be to him, to his words, to his touch. She was his every fantasy come true, and when she took him deeper, it was too much.

He pushed her off him and grabbed her hand, bringing her to her feet. “I’m about to be done sooner than I want to be. I need to touch you. Taste you.”

“Let’s go to bed.”

He tossed back the booze from his cup and wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Let’s see how you like it.”

“Now who’s the freak?”

Walking them across the house, they barely made it to the hallway when he pressed her back against the wall.

He brushed his lips from the base of her neck to her collarbone, inhaling that sexy body wash she used. “What do you want, Susan?”

“You,” she breathed.

“Where?”

“Everywhere. Any way you want.”

“Any way I want?” Where had she been all his life? Reynolds cupped her breasts, before flicking her nipple with his tongue. “You want this?”

She arched into his hands. “Yes, more.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He sucked her as his hands wandered her body, caressing her curves like a slowly winding road. One hand slid down her hip, over her stomach, and along the seam of her.

“The whiskey. Tingles. So good,” she gasped before gripping his shoulders.

His mouth met hers as his fingers played between her folds, his thumb finding her sensitive spot and caressing it with the greatest of care and attention.

Her hips moved to meet his touch. “Yes, Reynolds. I want you inside me.”

“I think we need a flatter surface than this.”

“Your bed or mine?” He didn’t care which, just as long as they got there and soon.

“Yours.”

“Good.” He grabbed her hand and walked her into his room, backing her up to his bed.

She reached down and stroked the length of him before sitting on the bedside and taking him into her mouth again.

“Susan! That’s! Yes!” His knees threatened to buckle and it dawned on him how expertly she husbanded him.

She purred and increased the pace alternating between slow, lingering, and quick sucks.

This was playing out better than his dreams and Reynolds relished how her hands caressed him as her tongue worked its magic.

When she pulled him from her lips, he knelt in front of her. “My turn.”

The fragrances of raspberry and vanilla drifted around her, and he hungered for her taste. “Susan.”

“I wanna feel that whiskey.”

“You smell so good. Bet you taste even better.”

“If that’s what it took for us to get here, I should’ve used this body wash long ago.”

He marveled at the goddess before him. Her hair fell loosely about her face. Her perfect bare breasts, waiting for his touch.

Never had a woman’s presence so consumed him but here he was, willingly racing to the siren’s call and not giving a damn if he drowned.

Reynolds greedily kissed her, savoring the feel of her lips on his. The taste of the whiskey on her tongue. Then he worked down her body, taking his time with her breasts. Sucking each perfect nipple as he played with the other.

She writhed under him; her fingers threaded through his hair as she encouraged him on. “Feels so good.”

“I’m not done.”

“And I’m not stopping you.”

His thumb slid down her body to her sex.

Her face flushed the perfect pink in anticipation of his intimate attention. “Please.”

A trail of tender kisses down her belly led him to his destination as his hands fanned against her inner thighs. A wicked smile spread across his face as he kissed the inside of her knee and inched his way to her intimacy.

Her breathing increased as she watched him slide his tongue between her lips and find her clit.

“Reynolds.” Her head fell backward.

His tongue teased her intimate flesh while his fingers traced her outer folds.

She moved with the tempo he set. “Yes, that feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”

As if I would even consider it. “Love tasting you. Teasing you.”

“More.”

“As you wish.” He taunted her bundle of nerves while sliding a finger inside.

“You are amazing… oh… yes.” She ran her fingers through his hair as he feasted on her sensitive flesh. Sucking her. Licking her. Worshipping her like the goddess she was.

She writhed against his face. His tongue danced in a feverish tempo to drive her to the edge and then back again.

“I’m so close. Please. Please.”

“What do you want?” He kissed the inside of her thigh as his mouth curled into a seductive smirk. “Tell me.”

Because he loved hearing her say it. He loved everything about her. He loved her.

With her hair in total disarray and her cheeks a healthy shade of pink, she gasped. “Make me come.”

Hearing her cries of delight only made him harder. By the time he got inside her, it wouldn’t take long, but he sure as hell enjoyed every second of what they’d done so far.

“Please. More. Harder,” she begged. Her eyes were on him, impatience on her face.

“Only because you asked so nicely, but next time, I’m going to make you wait.” His tongue teased and taunted her before he intimately kissed her. “Like that?”

“Yes.”

“What about this?” He added a bit more suction as his fingers moved in and out of her.

“So close. Please keep going.”

“What about?” When he added a second finger and swirled his tongue around her core, her fingers dug into his shoulders and her back arched.

“Reynolds … I … Oh my … Yes! Yes! Yes!”

The ripple of her climax gripped his fingers, his tongue teasing every ounce of bliss from her. He’d never tire of this, of her. Of them.

Her hair cascaded about her face like a woman who’d been properly pleasured. “I want you in me.”

She pushed herself up the bed, extending her arms.

“So bossy.” Reynolds crawled up the bed like some predator finally catching his prey.

And the prey liked it. “We got complicated tonight.”

“And it’s not over yet.”

He kissed up her belly, licked each nipple just to hear her approving sighs.

Susan’s nimble fingers threaded through his hair as he slowly slid home.

She clenched around him, her fingers pressing into his back as if she were afraid he’d bolt. “I’ve waited so long for this. For you.”

The last waves of her climax rippled across him. “Susan. Fuck me. You feel so good.”

She wrapped one leg around him, pulling their hips closer and herself wider. “I plan to.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you are a lot more adventurous than I expected.” And he loved how she continued to surprise him.

“Thank you. By the way, you are so much better than battery-operated machinery.” Her honesty always humbled him.

He moved his hips with purposeful seduction, trying to last longer, but failing. “I’d like to think I rank a lot higher than a vibrator.”

“You are certainly a better kisser.” She rocked her body to meet his. “So much better.”

His body tightened as he closed in on his release.

Her warm wetness caressed him with every thrust.

She wrapped her other leg around him and grabbed his ass, pulling him deep inside her. “So good. Feels so good. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

“Kiss me.” Their mouths met in a frantic kiss as he increased his tempo, pushing himself over the edge and finally finding the perfect rhythm that sent him over.