Wicked Games (Denver Rebels) (11 page)

She kissed him back, and his low groan vibrated through her body to all her secret places. She pressed closer to him, rocking her hips into that massive bulge against her stomach.

“I want you,” he growled fiercely. “Want you so fucking bad it hurts.”

Every atom in her system went nuclear.

“Then take me,” she whispered.

He shuddered and lifted his head, staring into her eyes for an arrested moment.

Not giving her a chance to reconsider, he swept her up into his arms and carried her from the terrace.

She clung to his neck, pressing her face into his shoulder as he descended the stairs into the house. The next thing she knew, he was striding through his bedroom door and setting her down at the foot of an enormous bed with the covers turned down.

She stepped out of her ankle boots, then lifted her arms as he dragged her dress up over her head and dropped it on the floor. She felt a sharp surge of arousal, power and excitement as she stood before him in her strapless bra and panties.

His eyes slowly drifted over her body, tracing every inch of her. “Beautiful.” His voice rumbled low and rough. “So damn beautiful.”

Heat, thick and molten, stirred between her legs.

Holding her gaze, he sank to a crouch before her, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her black lace panties and eased them slowly down her trembling legs. She was grateful that she’d taken the time that morning to shave her pussy, leaving only a slim thatch of hair above her clit, like a landing strip to paradise.

“God, that’s sexy,” Reid whispered, his eyes blazing with hunger as he stared at her mons. The laser intensity of his gaze caused a rush of wetness to leak from her sex.

Pulse pounding in her veins, she watched as he reached between her thighs, groaning when he found her slick and ready. When he touched the swollen nub of her clit, she whimpered and thrust her hands into his hair, bunching the thick silk between her fingers.

His finger made teasing passes over her clit until she was gasping and moaning. Then he leaned forward and dragged his tongue over the outer lips of her pussy.

She cried out, her knees almost buckling.

Reid held her waist firmly, keeping her upright. The imprint of his hands on her bare skin burned with delicious heat.

His gaze lifted to the small mounds of flesh plumped over the cups of her strapless pushup bra.

“Take off your bra.” The husky resonance in his voice made her shiver.

Staring into his eyes, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, then let the scrap of black lace fall to the floor.

Reid swallowed tightly and licked his lips, making them glisten in the low light.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Nadia whispered apologetically, “I’m not working with much.”

He shook his head slowly as he stood, his eyes smoldering with possessive satisfaction. “They’re perfect. And so are you.”

Her stomach flip-flopped.

When he cupped her small breasts, she shivered at the feel of his rough skin against hers. She couldn’t breathe as he plumped her tits in his palms, then brought them closer together to lick one nipple and then the other.

She moaned, her head falling back as pleasure arrowed down to her core.

Watching her face, he took both her nipples in his mouth and sucked them.

The whiplash of heat that suffused her body left her gasping. She never thought it would be possible to come just from having a man’s mouth on her nipples. But here she was, right on the verge of orgasm.

Before she could take her next breath, Reid lifted her by the waist and deposited her in the center of the humongous bed.

Then he reared back, toeing off his shoes and stripping off his socks. With shaking hands, he tore off his jacket and shirt, wrenched down the zipper on his suit pants and dragged them off with his dark briefs.

When his cock bounced free, Nadia gasped.

Massively thick and long, curving upward toward his navel, his dick was even bigger than she’d suspected.

And the rest of him…oh,
man
. Literally. His body was pure masculine perfection. All power and hard sculpted muscle with eight-pack abs, his thighs and calves developed to whipcord toughness. A black tribal tattoo curled around one muscular bicep while the other boasted an intricate rocket. Both tattoos completed his bad boy hotness.

If Nadia hadn’t been soaking wet before, the unveiling of Reid’s Adonis-like body would have done the trick.

Holding his gaze, she leaned back on her elbows and let her thighs fall open to give him an unobstructed view of the slick, pouty folds of her pussy.

He swore hoarsely, his cock jumping and swelling even more. He fisted himself, stroking his hard length as he stared down at her with fierce, lustful appreciation.

“Reid,” she whispered achingly. “I need you.”

He groaned, a raw sound of primal male hunger. Not wasting another second, he climbed onto the bed, put his face between her legs and wrapped his lips around her throbbing clit.

She cried out, her back arching.

Gripping her thighs, he gave her a slow lick, his tongue spreading her slick folds, the tip flicking against her clit.

Her hips shot off the bed as she keened with pleasure.

He didn’t stop, his tongue thrusting slowly and licking her slit as shafts of white-hot need stabbed through her.

“So sweet.” His voice was dark and guttural. “You’ve got the
sweetest
fucking pussy.”

She groaned, tormented by the flickering strokes of his tongue. Her legs shook in his strong grasp, her heels digging into the mattress as her hips twisted against his mouth. Her clit was burning and aching for release, and she was so wet she could feel the slickness sliding down her inner thighs and along the curve of her ass.

Reid growled low, the primitive sound vibrating against her aroused flesh. He pushed his tongue into her wetness, teasing and tasting her until she thought she’d go crazy with lust. She could feel her pussy convulsing, could feel her orgasm close, so damn close.

“Reid,” she sobbed, clutching his thick hair. “
Oh, God
…”

He sucked her needy clit and swirled his tongue deep inside her, and that was all she could take.

She screamed his name, bucking against his mouth as she came.

He groaned hoarsely as her pussy clenched and spasmed around his tongue. He lapped at her tender flesh, savoring the hot juices that spilled from her.

She finally fell back on the bed, sweating, her body still wracked with shudders.

He kissed her stomach and licked the undersides of her breasts, then reached over to open the top drawer of the nightstand. She caught a glimpse of a black box labeled
Trojan Magnum XL
before he grabbed a foil packet and slammed the drawer shut. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and rolled on the condom with a deftness that confirmed he’d had a ton of practice.

Then he levered over her with a look that told her he was about to get down to serious business. Her body quivered with anticipation as he spread her legs wide, positioning himself between them.

He started slowly, stroking her slit with the wide crown of his cock. The sensual gliding motion made her writhe against him, eager to take more of him.

He circled his hips, lodging his cockhead inside her. She gasped and pulsed her hips against him, convinced that he was trying to kill her in slow, maddening degrees.

“Easy,” he whispered. “We’ve got all night.”

Not if she combusted first!

He entered her slowly, inch by thick inch, groaning as her body stretched around his massive girth. She moaned and arched against him, trying to take him deeper.

“Jesus, Nadia.” His voice was low and guttural, his head bowed as he shuddered against her. “You feel so good. So fucking incredible.”

“So do you,” she breathed, hooking her ankles behind his back as he sank all the way inside her.

“I need to go extra slow with you,” he rasped. “Don’t wanna embarrass myself.”

She might have laughed if she’d had any air in her lungs, if her senses weren’t reeling from the pleasure-pain of his deep penetration.

He stared into her eyes as he began to move. She arched her back, reaching to grab his round ass and pull him deeper.

He felt so good inside her, velvet steel sliding back and forth through her slick folds. She went mindless with pleasure, enslaved to his rhythm—deep and penetrating, slow and lazy strokes that had her moaning and writhing beneath him.

“How you feeling?” he whispered, brushing her hair out of her face. “You good?”

She made a garbled noise that sounded like
Hell, yes
.

He gave a shaky laugh and leaned down to capture her lips. She whimpered as his hot tongue stroked hers in tandem with the surging thrusts of his cock. It was a double sensory assault that had a torrent of juices coursing from her body, soaking the sheets beneath her. She’d never been so wet in her life!

Reid groaned with husky satisfaction, sliding his mouth from hers to trail kisses down her throat to her flushed chest. She shivered, gasping his name.

“Look at us, Nadia,” he commanded, low and rough. “See how good we look together?
Goddamn
.”

She stared down at where their bodies were joined. She was unbearably aroused by the sight of his thick, glistening cock sliding in and out of her body. And the contrast in their skin tones was a serious turn-on.

He began thrusting harder and faster, his palms flat on the bed, bracketing her shoulders. She sobbed as his pumping cock found all her sweet spots, stroking over them until her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, his buttocks flexing beneath her calves with every thrust of his hips. 

She tightened her legs around him, clawing at his sweat-slick back. He was so huge, so hard, his big body dominating her so thoroughly she thought she’d die from the blinding pleasure.

No man had ever made love to her this way before. Her body was no longer her own. He owned her completely.

“Nadia,” he gasped. “Ah, sweetheart…can’t get enough of you.”

Her eyes stung with tears as she begged for more, begged him to fuck her even harder.

He obliged her, pinning her legs back against her chest to deepen the angle of penetration, his rock-hard abs slapping her stomach. Her head fell back as she gasped for breath, absorbing the power of each relentlessly pounding stroke.

She came harder than she ever had before, screaming incoherently.

Reid followed seconds later, shouting her name as violent shudders wracked his body. She felt his cock jerk spasmodically, spurting into the condom with such force she thought it would burst.

Gasping, he held himself above her so as not to crush her with his weight. His eyes were a hazy blue, probing hers beneath heavy lids. He looked as stunned as she felt.

After several moments, he rolled onto his side and pulled her close, wrapping her in the powerful shelter of his arms. Both were covered in sweat, and the damp sheets were twisted and ripped around them as if the bed had been caught up in a tsunami.

It was a long time before either of them spoke.

Reid was the first to try. “That was…”

When he trailed off, Nadia let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah.”

He kissed the top of her head, nuzzled her hair. “I knew we’d be incredible together.”

“I wish you’d told me,” she teased. “I would have jumped your bones sooner.”

His laugh rumbled against her ear.

She smiled lazily, running her hand over his wide chest and eight-pack abs. The muscles were so hard there was no give. “You have an amazing body,” she marveled.

“So do you.”

“Not like yours. Yours is out of this world. I can’t even imagine how insane your workout regimen must be.”

“Hmm.” His hand slid down her back to cup her ass. “That’s not the type of workout I’m thinking about right now.”

“No?”

“No.” He was still semi-hard, his cock brushing her hipbone as he rolled her onto her back and leaned over her, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You know I’m never letting you leave, right?”

She grinned up at him, her pulse fluttering. “That might be a problem.”

“Why?”

“Well, for starters, I don’t have any clothes.”

“I’ll get some for you.”

“Hmm.” She pursed her lips. “I
could
use a new wardrobe. And judging by those Chanel purses you bought me, you obviously have excellent taste.”

He grinned, his finger lightly circling her navel. “Not that you’d really need any clothes. I prefer you au naturel.”

She shivered at his touch. “So you intend to keep me trapped here in a perpetual state of butt-nakedness?”

He pretended to consider it. “Works for me.”

She laughed, sliding her hand up his arm to trace the tattoo on his left bicep. It was a rocket blasting off, leaving plumes of smoke in its wake. There were three rows of letters etched onto the missile, some sort of code.