Page 10 of The Charmer
Didn’t he say as much?
Not just the night, the moment, the experience.
He wants the complicated thoughts and messy feelings, the realness I’m too damn scared to show anyone because, what if it’s not enough? What if I’m not enough?
Before I can fully come to terms with the answer to that question, Reese kisses me again. His lips are soft, his mouth is full, and it takes mine in gentle sips and sweet caresses.
A thrill, mixed with nerves, races down my spine. My hands curl around Reese’s bulging biceps, whether to hold on or shake him off, I’m not sure. Because I’ve never felt like this before. Like his touch could seep past my skin, until his fingertips graze my soul.
He angles his head, deepening our connection, coaxing me to relax. And little by little, I do. My grip on his arms eases and I melt into him like a puddle, without a shape.
Reese walks forward, keeping my frame pressed against his, until the backs of my knees meet the bed frame. He pulls back once, his hand cupping my cheek, his eyes boring into mine.
“You are so beautiful, Jayde DuPree. The most authentic person I know.”
My mouth drops open and emotion, too heavy and cumbersome to sift through, floods my chest, crawls up my throat, and pricks the corners of my eyes, threatening tears.
The corner of Reese’s mouth hitches upward but his eyes remain serious, rooted to mine. “Don’t look shocked. I know you, Jayde. I know the parts that matter.”
Then, his mouth is on mine again and this time, I close my eyes and absorb everything he’s giving me.
My hands drop to his hips, my lips part, and I arch into him, wanting him to take every part of me and devour it. Reese’s kiss turns salacious and the moan that falls from my mouth is so wanton, my ears burn.
I fumble with his belt buckle as he trails a path of kisses, open-mouthed and hot, down my neck. When his lips meet the neckline of my dress, his hands are expertly untying the crisscrossing straps behind my neck, and I’ve popped the button on his shorts.
Our hands make quick work of our clothes and when my dress ripples down my body, Reese’s inhale is filled with pure adoration. His green eyes nearly glow as they drink me in, standing in a lace, nude thong and nothing else.
As his eyes caress my skin, I finish the last buttons of his shirt and push it off his shoulders, so he’s only wearing a pair of boxers, his cock rock hard and straining against the soft material.
I drag my palm along the length of him and he draws in a sharp breath, his eyes locking onto mine. I do it again, wanting to elicit the same reaction but this time, he’s ready for me because his hand lifts and with the gentlest of touches, he strokes the underside of my breast, his finger curling up to graze my nipple.
I bite my bottom lip and his eyes flare.
Our breaths are the only sounds in the quiet room. We’ve barely done anything and yet, this is the most intimate, erotic exchange of my life. It’s the most tender a man has ever handled me before and that alone makes it more real, more meaningful.
My heart hammers in my chest as I dip my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, my fingertips meeting his hot skin. The tip of his dick twitches against my hand and I nearly pant. He’s hot and so very big, my thighs tighten, heat pooling between them, in anticipation of what’s coming next.
But Reese doesn’t quicken his actions. He steps closer, a full, decisive step, and bends his head to draw my breast into his mouth while his other hand fondles me with slow, exploratory strokes, that have me arching into him, greedy for more.
The faster I move my hand, the tighter I grip him, closing my palm around his shaft while tugging his boxers down, the slower, more purposeful his movements become. He presses featherlight kisses around the edge of my nipple, the tip of his tongue flicking over the pointed bud for a beat before he drags it away.
I drop down to the bed and he follows, kicking off his boxers and lying next to me, his head propped up by his hand, like we have all the time in the world.
All the time. I suppose we do.
“Reese.” I turn into him, reaching for his cock again.
He smirks, slipping his hand down the front of my panties and dragging one finger through my folds, already slippery, soaking, for him. “Yeah, baby?” he whispers, stopping just shy of my clit and repeating the movement.
I shudder, closing my eyes, jerking my hand up his shaft. “Please.”
“Hmm?” He blows a breath over the sensitive skin of my neck before giving my shoulder a nibble. His fingers continue playing between my legs, slow and steady, working my body up.
My thighs begin to shake, already near release because, fuck, it’s been a minute and, why is he still looking at me? With hooded eyes and a sexy smirk and a look that says,we have all the time in the world, Jayde, just enjoy this.
“Reese,” I murmur again, my voice huskier than I’ve ever heard it.
Reese inserts two fingers, pumping them slowly while his thumb grazes, it fucking grazes, over my clit, teasing without giving me the pressure, the release I need.
