Page 81 of Hot Lap
“I posted it for the world.” I capture his gaze. “They can look, but only you get to touch.”
Another growl vibrates in his chest. “Fucking right I do.”
He unhooks my garter straps with the kind of precision that tells me he’s been fantasizing about this. His hands are steady, but his breath isn’t. It’s on my skin, warm and shaky.
His mouth closes over the top of my thigh and he bites, just sharp enough to make me gasp. Then he licks the sting away, erasing everything but him. He looks up at me, eyes dark, smile devilish. “I’m going to ruin you, Maiken Lange Pritchard.”
“Prove it.”
He doesn’t waste time. He hooks his fingers into my thong, draws it down, and tosses it aside. Reece shifts between my legs, and spreads me open with a touch that’s both confident and careful.
Then his mouth is on me, licking and sucking, savoring me like he’s starving, tongue slow and deep, hard then soft, and it’s devastating. His powerful grip on my thighs anchors me to the bed and keeps me from flying apart. I arch, clutch the sheets, one stiletto coming free and thudding to the floor as I writhe beneath his mouth. But, fuck, he is relentless and so-sooo good at this.
“Jesus — Reece — fuck?—”
He groans against my clit like eating me out is the only reward he’s ever needed, and as he chases my orgasm, I arch off the bed, fingers digging into his hair. The other shoe escapes and I press my heels into the mattress while I ride the edge, crying out his name when the world breaks. I come apart hard and hot and everywhere. Christ almighty, I think my atoms have scattered across the entire universe or, at least the damned hotel room.
When I fall back to earth, Reece climbs my body, trailing kisses and palming my breasts through the corset. “Fuck. I loveyou in this.” His mouth meets mine again, and I taste myself on his tongue, salty and sweet.
Then he pulls back just far enough to murmur, “Protection?”
“I have an IUD.”
His groan is obscene.
He grabs my hips, flips me onto my stomach, then slides an arm around my waist and lifts me to my knees.
I go willingly because I want him there, like this, and inside me.
“Need these off, darling.” Reece’s voice is dark and low as he shucks his pants, boxer briefs, and socks.
I look over my shoulder, and good golly Miss Molly. He’s everything I imagined and then some. Narrow waist, powerful thighs, long legs, and cock heavy and hard and completely at the ready.
He watches me drink him in, and that smirk he gets — that filthy, hungry, “you’re mine” kind of smirk — it’s almost enough to make me come again.
“You ready for me, honeybee?”
I smile. “You’re late, speed demon.”
He pushes in, slow and deep with a groan that cracks down the center of my spine. I answer with a moan and he makes a sound that’s pure animal lust.
“You like that, Mai?”
“Oooh, fuck yes.”
“Prove it.”
I push back against him. “More, Reece.”
“Brilliant. Because I’m not holding back.” He drives into me, rough but not careless. Full control. Every stroke deliberate, every thrust angled to make me feel it nowandtomorrow.
We find a rhythm that’s rough and desperate. Hands on hips, mouth on skin, whispered apologies tangled with curses and gasps.
It’s not sweet.
It’s not soft.
It’s everything we’ve been holding back, released in sweat and heat and friction.
