Maybe This Time (Maybe #1)(36)

I wriggle a little until my jeans fall to the floor, and I’m left standing in front of him in just my bra and panties. He traces the tattoo on my hip with a long finger, reading the words aloud. “Be careful who you trust, the devil was once an angel.” His head comes up sharply, a curious glint in his eye. Before he can say anything else, I lean forward and drop his towel with a flick of my wrist. I gasp as I take him in, naked in all of his glory. Strong, powerful thighs, lean hips and… Holy shit, he's even bigger than I thought. I bite my lower lip, my gaze touching on his abs, chest and shoulders before reaching his amused eyes.

“Wow,” I say, my vocabulary leaving me. Reid leans closer, so our bodies are touching. We both moan at the contact, and I blush at his arousal pressed firmly against me. He is rock hard, velvet over steel.

“I think he likes me,” I say, flashing an innocent look at Reid.

“I know he does,” Reid answers hoarsely, walking me back to the edge of the bed, pushing me gently so I’m sitting. When he drops to his knees in front of me, I lick my lips nervously. The gesture makes Reid lose his last ounce of control, as he leans closer and captures my lips in a demanding kiss. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling gently as he takes my mouth. He licks, bites and tastes, until I’m begging for more.

“Please, Reid,” I whimper, as he pulls my panties down, taking his time.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Reid lifts my legs over his shoulders and starts to lick and kiss up the inside of my inner thigh. When he reaches my core and starts to slowly lick me, I shudder with pleasure. Reid moans, and knowing that he enjoys tasting me so much heightens my desire. He pays special attention to my clit, licking and sucking, causing me to squirm. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I lift my hips up, grinding against his face, trying to get as close to him as I can. Warmth soon pools in my lower belly, and when he sucks on my clit once more, streams of pleasure shoot up my spine, blinding me with its intensity.

“Reid,” I call out, panting as wave after wave washes over me, my thighs trembling. Reid doesn’t stop until the last tremor leaves my body, and I sag back onto the bed. That was amazing.

No - earth shattering.

Reid lifts his face, our eyes locked together as he slowly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Okay, that was f*cking hot. When he stands, his huge length is pointing right at me, and sorely in need of attention. I grab his hand and pull him down so he’s lying on top of me.

“I love your taste,” he rumbles, licking his lips. I lift my head to kiss him, opening my legs so his hips align with mine. I reach down and take him into my hand, sliding the tip up and down my wetness.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his tone pure sex.

“Yes, now,” I say urgently, moving my hands and digging them into his muscled back.

Reid takes over and slides into me slowly, watching me the entire time.

“Fuck,” he curses, pulling back once, and then sliding all the way in. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice sounding strained.

“Yeah, don’t stop.”

“Beauty, so wet for me,” he whispers as he starts to move, grinding his pelvis against mine, rubbing against my clit with each thrust. The man knows what he’s doing, that’s for damn sure. He kisses me passionately, and I revel in his taste, his scent, his body. Everything about Reid draws me in. He lifts my thighs up, thrusts again, the penetration deeper. Reid makes a sound deep in his throat, and my eyes widen when I feel another orgasm cresting. I’ve never come twice before, and I find myself lifting my hips in rhythm with his, desperate for more.

“You’re almost there, beautiful, I want you to come with me,” he says, rubbing my clit with his finger.

“Reid,” I gasp as the pleasure hits, consuming me. Reid moans and shudders on top of me, thrusting harder.

“Fuck, f*ck, f*ck,” he says as he finishes inside of me. When we're both spent, he leans down and tenderly kisses my forehead, my brow, my nose, and then finally my lips.

“You okay?” he asks softly. I nod, giving him a sated smile.

“Look at you, swollen lips, sex hair, naked under me. Fucking perfect, Summer. How did I get so lucky?” he whispers. I pull his face down, kissing him on his jaw, over his scar. For once he doesn’t pull away or flinch.

“It was perfect,” I tell him, kissing him on the lips.

“We didn’t use a condom,” he says.

“I’m on the pill.”

“I’m clean,” he says.

“Have you had sex without a condom before?”

“Once,” he says.

“Oh.”

“Never felt as good as with you, Summer. I didn’t even know it could be this good,” he says, leaning his forehead against mine.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” I kiss his neck, and gasp when I feel him getting hard inside me again. “Holy shit.”

“See what you do to me?” he says, his lip curving.

“I can feel it.”

“You were made for me,” he says, rolling his hips.

I push his shoulders as he rolls onto his back for me. “Let’s test that theory, shall we?”





*****


“Weren’t you supposed to go to work?” I ask, laughing.

“Shit,” Reid says, pulling his phone out of the drawer. “Luckily Tag was there.”