Page 81 of Resurfaced Passion

“I need to touch you. To make it better.” He confessed. “Will you let me carry you off somewhere?”

“If you make it any better I might pass out,” she puffed out a giggle. “Fair warning.”

Reaper smirked. She made him feel whole, like a fucking titan. He nuzzled her cheek, down her neck and sucked a place right there while he angled her hips into him. “I want to carry you, Paige. But I won’t if it’ll embarrass you in front of everyone.” Her eyes opened wide like she hadn’t considered people were around to see them.

He knew the boys would be watching, they were like a clucking gaggle of gossiping bitches most of the time. Usually with Snake leading the pack. “I’ll punch them if they dare say anything to embarrass you.”

“I’d really like that,” she whispered. “The carrying. Not the punching.”

He swept her up, her legs instantly went around his waist, her hands caught in the back of his hair and she had the biggest smile on her face.

A smile he’d put there.

Fucking king of the world right here.

On cue, whistles and jeers rang through the club.

Her face went into his neck, he felt her body trembling with laughter. “Ignore them, baby. It’s just you and me. You smell fucking incredible, Paige. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”

He was striding halfway down the long maze of a hallway when she lifted her head high enough to give him her wide eyes. “You said just your hand.”

“You know my mouth would be jealous. Fucking addicted to tasting your pleasure. I can’t wait for your scent, Paige. For it to take over and become my world. You gonna let me?”

Her eyes were glassy when she cupped his face and looked down at him. His steps didn’t even falter, not even as his heart crashed and tumbled, and his cock demanded to see fucking daylight right there.

“That was the sweetest compliment I’ve ever had.”

He groaned. “I’ll give you more. Just tell me yes.”

“Yes. So many yeses, ten million yeses.” She murmured, lips pressed to his and it was then he nearly stumbled when she started rocking her little pussy on his stomach, desperate to get her somewhere private. “Hurry, Reaper.” She demanded, her fingers just a little tighter in his hair, the pain went to his dick. “Oh, god, my female parts are screaming.”

He’d stumbled into a room using a hip to push the door open. With Paige’s mouth on his neck he could barely fucking see, but he managed to kick the door shut and drop her onto the bed.

Her words registered. His mouth twitched. “Your female parts, huh?” Shit, she was cute.

“Yes,” she whined, spread out for him like a feast. He knew without a doubt if he slid his hand into her jeans she’d be sopping wet. “I can hear my blood. Oh my god, please, Reaper.”

* * *

Paige begged.

She’d never begged in her life, she didn’t think.

Not for this.Notfor sex.

But any sense of silliness was washed away because Reaper attacked.

Ho.

Ly.

Smokes.

Boy, did he attack. He about fell on her body, luckily her legs were wantonly open in invitation for his hips to fall through. Pinned right there, he took her lips, prying them apart and he lashed inside with his delicious tongue.

Oh, dear god in the afterlife. She went up in flames, pushed off his skull cap and grabbed big handfuls of his hair.

His extraordinarily wonderful kiss pushed her from aroused to burning for his possession in seconds. So much so she mewled her need into his mouth and clawed at his shirt to get it off his body so she could see all that gorgeous muscle and skin

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