His Reverie (Reverie #1)(48)

I’m moving too fast. I can sense it. I need to slow down but I can’t seem to control myself. She’s not stopping me either. The sounds she makes, the way she moves against me is nothing but pure encouragement and I grab hold of the hem of her skirt, lifting it. Slow and easy, until it’s bunched around her waist and I see nothing but legs.

And thin, lacy little pale pink panties.

Closing my eyes briefly, I shake my head and lift away so I’m on my haunches in front of her. She lays there, unmoving, her eyes wide and luminous as she watches me. She props herself up on her elbows, her long hair swaying as she tilts her head to the side. “Everything okay?” she asks shakily.

“I should be the one asking you that.” I press my lips together, my gaze falling to her panties. My blood runs hot and straight between my legs and a pained sound escapes me. She is pure temptation. I want to slip my fingers beneath the lace. Touch her and find out just how hot and wet she is. Drive her wild until she’s writhing and gasping out my name.

“I don’t want to stop.” She shifts up and pulls her sundress over her head, throwing it onto the floor. The bra matches the panties. Seeing her like this, the reverend’s sexy daughter half naked and ready to give her body to me, I feel like I’m going to die. “Take off your shirt?” Her voice goes shy and soft and without hesitation I do as she requests, tugging my shirt off, relieved that the cooler air soothes my heated skin.

I’m on fire for her. Absolutely on f**king fire. The front of my jeans strain and I’m scared to strip off any more clothing for fear I’ll freak her out and send her running.

“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” she whispers as she scoots closer and rests her hands on my chest. Her gentle touch makes me flinch and she jerks away but I shake my head.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur, almost repeating what she said a minute ago.

Smiling up at me, she comes even closer, her hands on my chest, pushing me gently so I fall back onto the bed. She follows after me, her mouth at the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and I sink my hands into her hair, holding her close. Her bare, soft skin on mine is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Sparks ignite where her mouth presses and I close my eyes, reveling in the sensation of her silky hair dragging across my chest as she moves over me. We shouldn’t be doing this. But I’m sure as hell not going to stop.

I don’t know if I can ever stop.

26

(July 28th, 4:23 a.m.) I’m writing this in the notes section of my phone because I want to remember this moment forever. The moment where I fell into Nicholas Fairfield’s arms. In his bed. Where I let him take off my clothes and I took off his and we did things. Incredible things that made my body feel like it broke into a million tiny little pieces and he’s the only one who can put me back together again.

I’m forever changed by this experience, and I don’t regret doing it. I know I made a promise to my father and to God that I would remain pure but it’s so difficult. Nicholas Fairfield is pure temptation to me. Delicious, perfect, wonderful, sexy temptation.

Now I understand why people do what they do for love and sex. I finally get it.

We didn’t go all the way because I wasn’t ready and Nick respected that. But we did just about everything else. The way he touches me…with his hands. His mouth. OMG his mouth. I’ve never experienced anything that felt so deliciously good. And the way he looked at me when he pulled off my dress and saw my bra and matching undies. I’ve never had someone look at me like that. Ever.

I’m in love. Definitely in love with Nick. I can’t deny it. He’s the perfect one for me. The only one for me.

I can only hope I’m the perfect one for him.

27

Sin: a deliberate violation of a religious or moral principle

July 28th

I wake up to sunlight blasting through my cracked open blinds. I throw an arm up, warding off the bright light and I sink my head back onto my pillow, tugging a sleeping Reverie closer. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts and her back is to my front, her butt nuzzled right up against me and damn, minus the semi-open blinds, this is the best possible way to wake up in like, forever.

A knock sounds on the door, startling me and I wonder if that’s what woke me in the first place.

“Who is that?” Reverie asks, her voice sleepy and so damn sexy.

“Don’t know and don’t care.” I bend down and press a lingering kiss to her bare shoulder. She has the smoothest, most fragrant skin in the whole entire world. I could spend hours kissing her everywhere.

I did just that last night and long into the early morning too. Just remembering the sounds she made, the way she looked when I made her come for the first time…

Another knock sounds on my door, this one longer and harder.

“Sounds like they certainly care,” Reverie says, pointing out the obvious. “Maybe it’s important? Someone you know?”

I hope to hell it’s not someone I know. There are only a handful of people who’d be knocking on my door and I don’t want to see any of them. “They can come back later. Or call me. The people who matter in my life have my number.” The moment I say it I realize there’s really no one in my life who matters. The only person who really does is lying with me in my arms. I’ve become wholly dependent on Reverie.

Fucking scary.