Page 21 of Two Canes, One Cup
“We certainly can’t let that happen.” He leans his shoulders back far enough to rip his arms from his sleeves, revealing a broad, muscled chest that ripples down to a tight set of abs.
“My gosh,” I gasp, running my hand down his firm belly. “I think I already died.”
I’m suddenly embarrassed. My own tummy is anything but flat.
As if he can sense my hesitation, he lifts my hem. “Let me see your gorgeous body.”
I’m never going to see him again after this vacation. Just give in.
Throwing aside my vulnerability, I let him pull my top over my head.
“Fuck, Stacy.” His fingers dance lightly down the swell of my breast leaving a trail of goosebumps. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He follows the line with his burning mouth.
I cry out with the shock of him pulling my nipple between his teeth.
They’ve been so cold, it almost hurts.
But the sting melts into a puddle of heat that gathers deep in my loins.
His soft lips work to the other, while he rolls the first with his thumb.
“That’s my girl,” he purrs, then shifts his body to nestle between my legs, covering me with his sculpted body to press his bare chest against mine. “See how good that feels?”
My heels wrap him to dig behind his knees. “My hero.”
Tracing his ribs, I let my lower lip tuck between my teeth.
Should I?
Will I regret this later?
Very possible.
But I’m throwing caution to the wind.
“There’s just one problem.” I bat my lashes up at him. “There’s still parts of me that need warmed up.”
His lids drop over his caramel eyes in a heady stare. “What kind of Boy Scout would I be if I let you freeze?” He grinds himself against my aching pussy as his fingers tangle in my hair.
“You’d earn the ‘cock block’ badge.” I can’t help myself.
The whole bed shakes with his laughter.
Then he falls serious, gently kissing me. “You’re incredible. But I didn’t exactly come up here prepared to meet someone.”
I weigh what he’s trying to say.
At this point in my life, I don’t care. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to be a mother some day.
He’ll never have to know.
“I’m on birth control,” I lie. I quit nearly two months ago, hoping against hope that Bryan was wanting to stay with me, to start a family.
I make enough money. My mom lives nearby and would love a grandchild.
“That’s too bad,” Reece murmurs against my throat. “I was really hoping to put a baby in you.”
My heart skips. “Well, I guess you’ll have to try really hard.”
