Page 139 of Reckless Storm
Lifting to her elbows, she stares at me pointedly and I snicker, knowing what she’s thinking. “Not that.”
“Fine. I’ll have your fingers back. I want them inside me.”
“Done.”
Opening her wider, I press three fingers inside her and curl them against her wall, massaging gently as I lick her throbbing clit, taking in her moaning cues as her breaths quicken.
“Are you ready for four again?”
“Yes, fill me. God, this is so good.”
“Are you imagining my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Are you picturing what it would be like for me to take you from behind, pounding into you while my fingers work your clit?”
“God, I am now. Harder, Reed.”
“That’s it, Baby. You’re almost there. Give it to me.”
I suck her clit, and she cries out as her orgasm hits, her body convulsing against me. I continue my ministrations, alternating between licking and sucking until she whimpers, begging me to stop.
“Not yet,” I demand, holding her still. “I need more. I think you’ve got another in you.” I suck her clit again, curling my fingers inside her as I push my thumb deep into her ass, loving when her body spasms and her voice breaks as she screams out my name. “That’s better.”
She jolts, struggling to catch her breath as another orgasm consumes her, her body bucking uncontrollably until I pull back, gently holding her waist, keeping her still as I lightly caress her flushed skin. “I’ve got you, Hayls. I’ve got you.”
Her movements slow as her breathing calms, and when she’s finally still, I lift her again, carrying her over to the bath, holding her on the edge as I add more hot water, checking the temperature before I lower her in.
With my shorts still on, I climb in behind her and pull her in close, wrapping my arms around her stomach.
She moans as she shifts back, wriggling against my cock, and I silently groan as it twitches.
Needing a distraction, I grab the body wash—one of those exotic types that smells like coconut and island breezes—pumping the liquid onto my hands. Without thinking of the consequences, I massage the soap into her skin, coating her thighs, her arms, her stomach, careful not to touch her breasts.
She moans again, resting her head on my shoulder, and as she closes her eyes, a soft sigh escapes her.
I hold my breath, staring down at her, acutely aware that this might just be theworstidea I’ve ever had. I should have fucked her, because this is far more intimate than that would have been. And I don’t need that right now.
My heart jolts and I hate myself for wanting this more than I should. For wantinghermore than I should…and fuck…
I shouldn’t be touching her. I’m taking advantage and—
“You really are trying to make me fall in love with you, aren’t you?” Hayley’s tranquil whisper cuts into my thoughts and I chuckle to hide my true feelings.
“I don’t have to try.” I laugh again. “Is it working?”
She hums under her breath, and I swear she whispers “more than it should” but then again, maybe I’m hearing what I want to hear.
We fall silent for a beat, and I let myself take in the moment, closing my eyes to imagine a different life—a life where this is real—where I finally get the girl. But the water sloshes, snapping me out of it as Hayley spins around.
“I’m ready to return the favor.” She bounces her eyebrows, her exaggerated grin eliciting a nervous tremble which I cover with a smile.
“Nah, tonight was about you.” I squeeze her hand, my gaze locked firmly on her face. “But don’t worry, my turn will come.” I hate that I’m lying, but we can’t do this again. It’s not right when I’m feeling this way.
“Are you sure?” Hayley crinkles her nose, making me smile again as I rub the little crease between her brows.
“I’m sure. So you better be ready for me.” I wink, an uncomfortable feeling settling in my chest.What the fuck am I doing?
