Feel the Rush: A Hard Feelings Novel (InterMix) (14 page)

He pressed his lips to hers and all the pent-up cravings he’d been having the last few days started building pressure in his chest. He waited to see if she would hesitate or push him away—but she didn’t. And when he felt her lips soften under his at the same time a satisfied sigh moved her shoulders, that pressure exploded and his lips crushed against hers, tasting, feeling, exploring every part of her mouth and she matched him with an eagerness he was unaware she possessed.

Her arms immediately lowered and linked around his shoulders, her fingers digging into his back as he lowered his chest down on top of her, pressing her deep into the mattress. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he probably shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t stop—not with her nibbling on his lip with her teeth, and not when her fingers slid down his back, scraping her nails on his skin. No, he didn’t have any intentions of stopping.

His fingers toyed with the hem of the T-shirt covering her beautiful body—it wasn’t what he’d had in mind when he handed it to her to put on, but he was suddenly very grateful for the ease it allowed his fingers. He slipped the tips of his fingers over the outside of her thighs, feeling goose bumps pop up along the path he was making toward her hips. Her skin was so soft and flawless, and he had the urge to rip the shirt from her body, tear the panties that were covering her, and drink in the sight of her naked beneath him.

She was an eager little thing beneath him too. Her thighs rubbed together and her body squirmed against him as her tongue devoured his mouth. He could feel the obvious need that her body was craving from him, and he was more than willing to satisfy it.

When his fingers finally reached their anticipated destination, he slipped his index finger under the thin lace strap that rested on her hip and followed the path that little strap took—across her smooth stomach, over to her other hip, and down the inside curve of her thigh—skimming across the top of her pussy as his fingers went back for a round-trip.

His mouth left her lips, but only so he could brush them down the center of her throat. His lips absorbed the vibrations that penetrated through her skin as a moan undulated through her chest, up her throat, and out of her mouth.

His hands were still enjoying the feel of her soft flesh beneath his fingertips and the way the muscles of her stomach trembled every time he brushed over the skin right above her pussy.

“Reed.”

His name came out of her mouth, breathy and hurried—and for a brief moment, an ache pressed against his chest as a fear that she was going to tell him to stop entered his mind. But when his fingers stopped their seductive journey, and his eyes lifted to hers, she smiled, lifted her hips off the mattress, and pushed the damned panties down her thighs.

A wicked smile splayed across the width of Reed’s face—a very contented, relieved smile. “Damn, sugar. I would have been happy to do that for you.”

He lowered his hands to the fabric still resting on her knees and pulled it the rest of the way off. She squirmed, as if the material was a burden and her body was finally free from it.

Placing a knee on the mattress between her legs, he reached his hands under her back, and pulled her up into a sitting position. Her hands instantly raised above her head, and the fact that her mind was so in sync with his, turned him on in a completely new way.

He lifted the T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the ground. Then he took a moment to just look at her. The woman who had taken up residence in his mind—in his dreams—for the last week was right in front of him, and he wanted to make sure to embed the real image of her in his mind, because the memory of her from that night long ago did nothing to exemplify what was in front of him now.

“You’re staring,” she whispered shyly.

“I know.”

She slid her legs behind her and raised to her knees in front of him. Her tits were right in his reach, her nipples pink and taut, and he wanted to lean down and pull one into his mouth and roll it between his lips—but he didn’t. He was more interested to see what Meagan had planned now that she was on her knees in front of him.

She inched her body closer to him, but even then she still wasn’t close enough—not as close as Reed needed her to be. Reaching out, she grabbed his hands in hers then slowly brought one to her mouth and pulled his thumb between her lips, sucking it gently. His eyes were fixated on her plump lips as she swirled her tongue around his thumb then released it from her warm mouth. She moved his hands down, splaying his palms over her collarbone, down over her tits—barely giving him time to enjoy the soft mounds before she skimmed them over her stomach. Just as he thought she was leading him to her sweet spot, to where he was itching to touch—to feel her warm and wet, coating his fingers—she wrapped his hands around her waist and pressed her body against him.

The closeness he was craving seeped into him as her soft, bare skin fluttered over his.

“Isn’t it more fun to touch than to look?”

Oh, hell, he was in for it with this woman.

“I like to use all my senses,” he said. “Sight.” He slowly and deliberately trailed his eyes over every inch of her that was visible to him without pulling away from her. “Smell.” He buried his nose in the curve of her shoulder and breathed her in. Her skin was sweet, clean, and it encased him in the scent that was hers and hers alone. “Taste.” He slicked out his tongue over his lips and licked a path up to the soft skin below her ear, causing a delicate, soft moan to trickle from her lips. He smiled against her neck. “Sound,” he whispered, loving the little noises he was producing from her. “And touch.” His hands gently gripped the tender skin right below her ass, slipping his finger between her thighs and over the warm lips of her pussy. He gently spread her open and slowly rubbed the bud of her clit.

Her head fell back and her hair brushed the top of his arm that was wrapped around her waist. Her body gave a little as she quivered, and Reed moved his hand down and pressed onto the small of her back, holding her firmly against him as he continued to circle her with his thumb. “Try to hold still, baby,” he whispered, his mouth still lingering over her neck.

“I don’t think I can.”

“Yes, you can.”

He angled his wrist, leaving her tender clit, slowly and easily slipping a finger inside her. She instantly clamped around him and her body bucked against him.

“Reed—”

“Not yet,” he whispered. He had been waiting for too fucking long to feel her body tremble beneath his touch. “Let me take you on this ride, baby. I will get you there, but I’m going to take my time.” He twisted his fingers until he found that spot deep inside her, that smooth little spot that sent a pleading moan into his ear. “That’s it, let me find all your sweet spots, sugar.”

Her body trembled against him and he continued to hold her tightly to him, immobilizing her, forcing her to feel only what he wanted her to feel. When her breaths became heavy and when he felt her quickening, he withdrew his fingers and released her from his chest.

Her eyes lazily opened and met his with a wanton need that matched his own. “Lay down.”

She sank down onto the bed, slinking her legs out on either side of Reed’s. “You’ve seen me, now let me see you,” she said.

His head cocked to the side and he smirked. “All you had to do was ask, baby,” he said pulling his shorts and boxers down, his erection springing free. He lifted his knees then pushed his clothes to the floor. “Now, where was I?”

***

The sight of Reed between her legs, his thick, hard cock an inch away from the ache that he came so close to soothing, had her licking her lips and arching her back—begging for him to take her.

“Patience,” he said with a smirk. Damn him.

He lowered himself on the bed and realization of what he was about to do entered her hazy mind. Her internal muscles pulsed along with the beat of her heart, the very idea of his mouth on her was sending her close to the edge of no return.

She felt him settle between her thighs, then she felt his fingers biting into the flesh below her ass—and then she felt his tongue gently swiping over her opening, up to her clit, and back down again. Her body shook and her hips moved in unison with the rhythm of his mouth, bringing her closer and closer. He dipped his tongue in, and the wet warmth was heavenly, but it only intensified the need she had to feel his cock buried deep inside her.

“Reed, I want you—inside me.”

“Fuck, baby. Don’t tempt me.”

“Reed—”

He slipped two fingers inside her and hooked them into her G-spot and she absentmindedly grinded down against him. “I’m going to stoke you slowly, carefully,” he said, gently easing his fingers in and out of her then hooking them, hitting that little spot that she loved. “I’m going to bring you so close that you feel like your body won’t possibly survive without release.” He spoke in time with the pleasure he was giving her body, telling her word for word what he was doing, and it was the hottest thing a man had ever done to her. The sound of his voice alone had the ability to create shivers that would cause her to slip, shivers that would make her fall headfirst with blindfolds on in order to reach the nirvana he was capable of creating. But when that lush, thick voice was combined with his mouth and his hands and his body—all on her, all at once—it made for a combination that not only created shivers that shook her to her core, but it made her not want to slip and fall, it made her want to jump. He was taking her someplace she couldn’t reach, but when she got there, she would definitely jump.

A tingle was building low in her stomach, pulling her insides tighter around his fingers. “Good girl,” he whispered as his mouth moved over her ear. “And now I’m going to give you what you need, and you’re going to scream my name.”

His words sent a fresh batch of tingles rippling through her. She needed to let go. Every part of her was on edge. Her body felt irritable, eager, and anxious. It was like she was going through withdrawals at the same time that she was experiencing the most intense, blissful high her body had ever had—and Reed was the drug.

He leaned back down and breathed his warm breath over her clit as he continued to slowly and relentlessly bring her closer and closer to ecstasy. His mouth closed around her all-too-sensitive clit and he sucked gently—and that was it. Her body exploded beneath his touch and his name bounced from her lips, ricocheting through the room. His mouth left her, but he continued to slowly bring her back down with his fingers.

“And now,” he lifted himself over her. “I’m going to do it all over again.” His fingers left her body and he placed his hands on either side of her head as he leaned down and crushed his lips to hers. The tip of his cock nestled against her entrance and she wrapped her legs around him, using her thighs to bring him in closer—begging him to fill her.

A deep rumble escaped from Reed’s chest as his lips left hers. “Easy, baby.”

“I want you—now, Reed.”

His forehead fell against her shoulder, and he kissed it softly.

Her eyes were closed—it was too hard to open them. She was too sensitive. She had shattered against his mouth, and now she needed him to consume her. The only thing that would satisfy the dull ache that reached deep was to feel him inside her—pressing his weight on top of her as he filled her completely. She let that vision warm her as a chill blanketed across her naked body when Reed left the bed. A few heartbeats later she felt the bed dip and she felt thick, warm thighs moving between her hips. The anticipation was torture, and she forced the weight of her lids to lift. Reed’s eyes raised to hers as he quickly rolled down a condom. He searched her face, then he carefully lowered his hips. He hovered there for a moment, his eyes staring into hers, indecision passing through them. Why was he unsure about this? She wanted it. She needed it, and she knew he needed it too.

“You’re staring,” she said again, trying to pull him from his mind.

The corners of his mouth tilted and he ran his knuckles down the side of her cheek. “That’s because I’ve never seen anything as beautiful and sexy as seeing you beneath me. I wasn’t sure I was ever going to be able to see this again. I want to burn this moment into my mind. I want to see every emotion that crosses your face when I bury myself inside you.”

The thought of him inside her made her writhe beneath him. “Want to make sure you’ll remember me this time?” she teased, lifting her hips to try to coax him inside her, but the second the words left her lips he tensed. She was just kidding, but the way his mouth instantly fell from its beautiful smile made her curse herself for saying it.

His thumb brushed against her brows, which were now pinched together thanks to her loose lips. The tip of his cock stretched her as it slowly entered her, and the surprise sensation caused her to gasp.

“Baby, I could never forget you. Even if I wanted to.” He sank into her a little more, but not enough. His mouth latched onto the curve of her neck and sucked before he pressed an openmouthed kiss to her skin. “I will never forget your sweet taste, or the way your tight pussy feels when I slide into you.” He pulled away from her neck and looked her in the eyes as he slowly pushed in a little farther. “And I will never forget this beautiful face. Not a chance in hell. Not now, not ever.”

She felt the same way. He had sucked her in.

His lips fell to hers and the gentle touch scorched a path to her chest. She moved her mouth against his, molding her lips to his perfect ones as he started to easily push farther inside her. She clung to him. She could feel her insides involuntarily tighten around him—and he hummed low in his chest.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled as he continued his slow, torturous journey filling her.

“More,” she breathed. She didn’t want him to be gentle with her. Not tonight.

He groaned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She didn’t care at that moment if it hurt. Right now, she just wanted to feel the force of him deep inside her. She needed it. “More,” she repeated, squeezing his hips with her legs. “And hard. Please.”

And that was all he needed. She sighed as a happily defeated growl left his throat in a deep, raspy moan that vibrated through his entire body, and in the very next heartbeat, he thrust hard inside her.