Page 105 of Eight Count Heat
"Darlin', I've wanted you since the moment you stepped onto our dock and told Gray Lockwood exactly where he could shove his attitude." I lean forward, resting my forehead against hers. "You have no idea how incredible you are, do you?"
Her breath catches, and I can see the exact moment she stops overthinking and lets herself feel. Her eyes flutter closed as I brush my lips against hers, barely a whisper of contact.
"Kiss me," she breathes.
I kiss her then, soft and slow, pouring two weeks of wanting into the contact. She responds immediately, arms winding around my neck as she opens for me. Her taste is intoxicating, sweetand warm with an underlying hint of desperation that makes my Alpha instincts roar to life.
"Let me take care of you," I murmur against her lips. "Let me make this better."
She nods, trust shining in her eyes as I stand and lift her with me. The bathrobe falls open, revealing the fact that she's wearing nothing underneath. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her naked body, all soft curves and delicate lines that somehow contain the strength to command our crew.
"Beautiful," I breathe, laying her gently on the bed. "So fucking beautiful."
I strip quickly, letting her see all of me in return. At six-foot-five and 220 pounds of muscle, I'm used to people finding me intimidating. But Reese looks at me with pure want, her gaze tracking over my chest and arms before settling on my cock with obvious appreciation.
"Come here," she says, reaching for me.
I settle beside her on the bed, gathering her close so we're lying face to face. This isn't going to be quick and desperate like I suspect some of the others will be. This is going to be thorough, complete, the kind of loving she deserves.
"Roll over," I say gently, guiding her to face away from me.
She complies, pressing back against my chest as I arrange us in a comfortable spoon. One arm slides under her neck while the other wraps around her waist, holding her securely against me. My cock nestles between her ass cheeks, hard and ready but not rushing.
My hand slides between her legs, finding her already slick and ready. She's been building toward this all evening, theheat cycling through her system despite the temporary relief Zane, Tyler, and Beckett provided. I stroke her slowly, paying attention to what makes her arch against me, what makes her breath catch.
"This okay?" I ask, lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
"Perfect," she breathes, melting against me.
"Wait," I say, pulling back slightly even though it kills me to do it. "Protection. I should—"
"I'm on the pill," she says quickly, her hand wrapping around my wrist, urging me to keep going. "And I'm clean. Last tested two months ago."
"Same here." I search her eyes. "You sure?"
“Your…you…”
“My cum will help calm your heat,” I supply for her, grinning at the embarrassed flush on her face even as I’m knuckles-deep in her pussy. She scrunches her eyes closed and sucks in a breath as I work into her deeper before nodding vigorously.
“Then my cum, you shall have.”
I lose myself in her as I take my time, mapping her body with my hands and mouth. Kissing along her shoulder blade, nipping gently at the curve of her neck, trailing my fingers over her ribs and down to her hip. Fingers grasping her hair to force her neck into a pretty arch. Every touch draws soft sounds from her, little gasps and sighs that make my cock twitch with need. I want to bite that spot on her shoulder, to mark her and claim her as mine, but I know it’s not what she wants, so I suck on it instead. A temporary mark where I wish for more.
"You feel so good," I murmur against her skin. "So soft and warm."
The minutes stretch as I work her with patient fingers, building her pleasure gradually. She rocks back against me, seeking more contact, but I maintain the slow pace. When she's trembling and desperate, when she's soaking my fingers with her need, I finally adjust our position.
"Please," she whispers, voice broken with want.
"I've got you." I lift her leg over mine and guide the head of my cock to her entrance, feeling how ready she is for me. "Going to take such good care of you."
I push inside slowly, savoring every inch as her body opens for me. She's tight and hot and perfect, accepting me with little resistance despite my size. When I'm fully seated, we both pause, breathing hard. The position lets me go deep while keeping her completely surrounded by my body.
"You okay?" I check, pressing kisses to her shoulder.
"More than okay." She rocks back against me experimentally, making us both groan. "Move. Please."
I set a slow, deep rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. My hand returns to her clit, circling gently in time with my thrusts. There's no urgency here, just the slow build of pleasure between us. The kind of intimacy that creates bonds.
