Page 83 of Let It Breathe
He chuckled as his eyes devoured her. “Winemaking’s been even better to you.”
Reese drew herself back up to her knees, eager to feel him against her bare breasts. She kissed him hard, felt him respond by reaching down to cup her ass. She should probably take off her panties, that last layer between them, but the teasing was ecstasy. So close, but not quite there. She ground against him, enjoying the slide of damp satin.
Clay drew back again, his breath coming hard. “I didn’t bring any?—”
“Condoms,” Reese murmured. “Bedside drawer, right beside you. God, I hope they aren’t expired.”
She wondered if that was a dumb thing to say but decided it wasn’t. It was better than suggesting she regularly bedded strange men she brought home from the bar.
Which was exactly why this was okay. This was Clay—not some stranger. Clay.
He pulled out the foil packet and drew it toward his chest, fumbling.
“Want help?” Reese asked.
“I’ve got it.”
“I want to touch you,” she said, reaching for the condom, surprised by her own boldness.
She took it from him and tore open the wrapper, then rolled the condom on slowly, enjoying the way he moaned as her hand traveled the length of him. Then she released him and reached down to peel off her panties. She knelt there for a second, panties in one hand, and reached for him again.
Clay shook his head—wonderment or dismay, Reese wasn’t certain, but she was pretty sure she knew. “Last chance to stop before things change forever,” he whispered.
Reese gave him a curious smile. “Forever? It’s sex. I’m not going to make you marry me in the morning.”
Clay smiled. “Okay.”
She kissed him again. Then she twined her fingers around his neck and pulled him down to her, letting herself fall back on the bed. He moved with her, coming to rest with his hands on either side of her head, his weight braced on his arms. Reese arched up, wanting to feel more of him.
A lot more.
She reached down between them. “Remember that joke you used to tell? What’s the definition of a nice girl?”
Clay grimaced. “God, what a jerk.”
She laughed and wrapped her fingers around him, guiding him toward her. She waited for him to add the punch line to the joke, but he only made a soft strangled sound in the back of his throat.
“A nice girl,” she whispered. “One who puts it in for you.”
Then she did.
They both gasped at the same moment, she from the sudden shock of penetration, he—well, probably from the same thing. Just a different sensation, Reese thought as she began to move with him.
He stroked deep inside her and she moaned, feeling her legs come up off the bed to wrap around him. He was still holding himself up with his arms, trying to keep his weight off her chest. Afraid to crush her, probably, but God, she wanted to feel him against her.
“Come down here,” she whispered. “Come closer.”
Clay slid deeper and Reese cried out. He smiled. “I don’t think it’s possible to get much closer.”
“Your arms,” she gasped, dizzy with the next thrust. “I want to feel your chest against—oh God!”
Clay quickened his pace and Reese forgot for a moment how much she wanted to feel the weight of him pressing her down into the mattress. The heat was building inside her, too soon—way too soon—but God, it had been so long.
She arched her back and gripped a pillow with one hand, the other hand coming to clutch the side of his waist. He stroked into her again, and Reese felt something snap inside her.
“Oh, Jesus,” she shrieked, then remembered Larissa and fought to stifle her screams as stars burst behind her eyes and everything inside her exploded with pleasure.
She was still gasping for breath when she opened her eyes to see Clay smiling down at her. “You okay?”
