Page 98 of Reacher
“Not gonna fucking happen. You’re mine.” I lowered my lips to hers, something I’d fought the urge to do while she was recovering, because I knew the second my lips were on hers, I’d want to fuck her, and she was still injured. It was killing me staying away, but I think that single thread of control just broke.
“Woman? Just how injured are you still?”
Thirty-Three
Finally.Finallyhewasmaking a move on me. No longer seeing me as this damaged, wounded person, or maybe this tainted person, who’d been covered in another man’s cum.
“Depends on what you’re capable of, old man. We don’t want to hurt your poor old ticker.”
He growled, and fisted my hair, dragging my lips back to his. His beard tickled my face, as his lips teased at mine, sliding, stroking, pecking. Never giving me what I wanted. The heat of his mouth. The thrust of his tongue against mine.
“Reacher… stop it!” I finally shoved him back, and he frowned back at me.
“You got a problem, woman?”
I stood up, and removed the t-shirt of his that I wore, noticing that slight pinch again from the wound on my stomach. His eyes moved straight to my bra, which disappeared next. I hadn’t wanted to wear one, but the thought of being anywhere nearRaoul, without my boobs covered up by as many layers as possible, had been unbearable.
“You sure this isn’t gonna hurt you?” He looked uncertain, even as his eyes travelled the length of my body. My imperfect stomach pressed against the waist of the tight jeans, which I quickly unfastened, and started to slide down my legs.
Reacher grabbed me, and carefully dropped me on my back on the bed, picking up one booted foot after the other, easing my feet out of them, before he slid the jeans the rest of the way down my legs. That just left the thong I wore, and he glared at it for a moment.
“Thinking of burning every damn piece of underwear you own, woman.”
“He didn’t see me in these, Reacher.”
He grabbed the sides of the thong, sliding it down my legs slowly, his eyes staying on mine.
“I was actually meaning that I don’t want you wearing any, dammit. I want you fucking available for every time I want to fuck you.”
I grinned as he turned and tossed the perfectly good thong in the wastebin.
“So you want me free of underwear around all the other men here?”
His eyes narrowed, as he lowered himself over me, still fully clothed.
“Fuck it. Don’t suppose I can keep you tied to the bed the whole time instead?”
I swallowed hard, shrugging a little.
“Maybe sometimes.”
Reacher grinned, pressing his lips against mine again, as his body trapped me on the bed. His lips travelled from my mouth to my chin, and then he angled my head, letting his lips at thesensitive skin of my throat. I felt little shivers running through me as his lips teased their way down to my collarbone.
“Reacher…”
“For once in your life, woman, just keep that mouth shut, and let me do my thing, yeah? I don’t want to rush this. I want to enjoy every fucking inch of you, before I give you every fucking inch of me. That okay with you?”
I giggled, wriggling beneath him, watching his eyes narrow a little.
“Behave, dammit. This body is mine to worship, and I’m long overdue.”
“Don’t get all preachery on me!”
His chuckles travelled down my stomach, as he kissed his way down. When he reached the patched up wound on my stomach, he pressed a light kiss beside it, and pressed his face against my stomach.
“I hate that there’s a fucking mark on your body that was caused by that bastard. He doesn’t deserve to leave marks on you. Any mark on your skin should be from me. From us. Jesus.” He pressed his cheek against my thigh, leaning for a moment.
“I want my fucking name on you, Ally. I need it. It’s… You’re mine, and I want us tatted.”
