That Secret Crush (Getting Lucky #3)(22)

Just like that, in an instant, Reid Knightly is claiming me. There’s no talking about it, no awkward conversation, just one statement that speaks louder than any other long talk about where this might be going.

You won’t need them anymore.

The best five words I think I’ve heard in a long time.

“Spread your legs, Eve,” he says, his voice gruff, just about to lose control.

I do as he says, and the tip of his cock dances with my entrance as he leans down and greedily takes my mouth with his. And there’s no more soft, teasing exploration this time around. No, something passes through us, a carnal need to be as close to one another as possible.

Tongues clash.

Teeth collide.

Lips fight for more.

And the tip of his cock slowly enters me, stilling my mouth and pulling a gasp straight from my lungs.

“Relax,” he whispers, moving his lips to my ear and then down my jaw while his hand travels up my stomach to my breast. Barely inside me, he rolls my nipple between his fingers, and immediately my lower half relaxes, allowing him to slide in a few more inches. He continues to roll my nipple over and over, lighting me up inside, sending wave after wave of thrilling pleasure through my veins.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pushing in farther. “Shit, Eve, you feel too damn good.”

His mouth travels back to mine, and this time the crazed man who, just a moment before, took over my lips has turned his kisses to soft, passionate ones. Long, slow strokes with his tongue match the slow roll of his fingers over my nipples. His hips lazily move in and out, pushing deeper with every thrust. When he’s fully inside, he stills, letting me adjust to his thickness.

He’s so much more than I expected. From his broad and sculpted body to the feel of his rough scruff against my sensitive skin to his dirty mouth, being with Reid by far exceeds any fantasies I’ve ever had.

The real man is addicting, intoxicating, consuming.

I get lost in his touch, in his pulses, in his sweet and tender kisses.

In the span of one snowy evening, on a day that brings sorrow and pain, Reid Knightly has easily destroyed me for all other men.

A thick pressure builds at the base of my spine, and with each thrust, it builds higher and higher until my impending orgasm starts to ripple through my body.

“Reid,” I gasp, surprised at how quickly that happened. “I’m going to—”

“Me . . . too,” he growls right before he picks up the pace and sends us both over the edge, our moans mingling together, his deep, mine a high, breathy gasp.

His thrusts dull until he presses his body against mine and buries his head in my neck. We’re panting, both catching our breath as our pulses skyrocket, our hearts beating wildly against each other.

My hand strokes his back; his lips caress my neck until he pulls up and stares down at me, greeting me with an irresistibly devastating grin.

“I’m pretty sure things just changed between us.”

I laugh and nod. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Do you regret it?” he asks, his smile faltering.

I shake my head. “Not even a second of it, but I’m still mad at you for shoving snow down my pants.”

He kisses my nose and then hops up off the bed. “You’ll get over it.”

“Where are you going?” I ask, sitting up.

When he turns around, his eyes land on my breasts and then travel up to my eyes. “Taking care of the condom. Don’t move, because I have plans.”

“Yeah? What kind of plans?”

“Cuddle plans.”

“Big dick and likes to cuddle. Wow, Knightly, you should have been advertising that a long time ago.”

His laughter trails down the hallway as he calls out, “Looks like I have to make up for lost time then.”

I flip back on the bed and get under the covers, trying to warm back up as I contemplate this strange new reality. Reid Knightly and I just had sex—but not just sex. No, we had mind-blowing, life-changing, earth-shattering sex. And after all of that, he wants to cuddle.

I don’t think it could get any better than this.





CHAPTER SEVEN





REID


Smack.

I shoot off the pillow and blink the sunlight away from my blurry eyes as my ass cheek stings.

“What the—”

“Rise and shine,” Eve’s voice chimes. I look to the right and find her standing beside the bed in an oversize shirt and holding a cup of coffee. I rub my palm against my eye, sitting up and trying to comprehend what time it is.

“Did you just smack me on the ass?”

She nods. “Yup. I couldn’t help it. Sleeping naked was a bad decision because your tush was just hanging out in the open, waiting for me to pop it.”

I reach out and take the coffee from her. I press my lips against the edge, test the temperature, and down a large gulp before putting it on the nightstand and pulling her down on the bed with me.

I wrestle her onto her back. “I’m pretty sure me sleeping naked last night came in handy when I found you between my legs, playing with my junk in the middle of the night.”

“I wasn’t playing with your junk—ugh, why do you have to say it like that?”

I slip my hand up her shirt. “Then what would you call it?”