Always You(39)

“You look so angry, Mr. Reid,” she said, her voice sultry as she wrapped her arms around my waist. She gazed up into my eyes. She was still a few inches shorter than me, even in those heels.

“I can’t stand other men even looking at you, Wrenn,” I growled.

Her lips found mine as we kissed, and I literally felt my anger melt away. I cupped her face with one hand, my other exploring her bare thigh. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around my waist. Hoisting her onto my hips, I pushed her back against the wall, desperate for more of her, anything she would give me. I was hard as f*ck, and she giggled as her hand brushed past my erection, her eyes smiling up at me.

“I take it you like my dress?” she breathed, her mouth on mine.

“I’d prefer it off you,” I growled, my hand at the base of her head, raking through her long, dark hair. We kissed again, my hands running all over her curves. She gasped as I carried her over to her bed and threw her down.

“I don’t have a lock on my door,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“What are the chances someone is going to walk in on us?” I asked her, nuzzling her neck. She breathed in deeply as my fingers traced her inner thigh. My tongue began to circle her neck as I ran my index finger along her panties. I felt her legs clench against my hips as she let out a soft moan. “God, I want to taste you,” I muttered.

I reached under her dress and pulled her panties down, over her legs, tossing them aside. I pushed her knees apart, chuckling at her mortified expression.

“Has anybody ever gone down on you before?” I asked, kissing her thigh.

She shook her head violently, making me laugh again.

“Just relax.”

I slowly kissed my way down her inner thigh, amazed at how soft her skin was. With each kiss she jumped, knowing that each kiss brought me closer to her sex. I breathed in her scent, running my tongue along the length of her pubic hair. She gasped, her back arching against the sensation of my tongue. Her legs curled around my shoulders, her hand raking through my hair.

God, she tastes good.

My mouth on her, I began to lick, the sensation of my tongue dipping into the softness of her * so f*cking hot. I could stay here and do this to her all f*cking night.

She spread her knees further apart, her hand gripping the back of my hair as my tongue caressed her wetness. She lifted her legs until they rested on my shoulders. Whimpering softly, her fingers traveled up her stomach until they reached her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingertips, arching her back.

“Oh!” she cried as her hips bucked into me, begging me to go deeper and further inside of her. Curling my arms around her hips, I thrust her toward me as my tongue slammed deep inside her, penetrating her.

“Oh hell yes,” she cried, throwing her arm over her mouth to muffle her screams as she began to climax. “God, don’t stop,” she gasped, again gripping the back of my head. My movements slowed right down. I licked her slowly, enjoying watching her try to squirm out of my grasp. She sat up, her cheeks flushed, pulling me up toward her.

“Holy shit, that was so good,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. Her mouth crushed against mine, her taste still so fresh.

“Wrenn?”

We both froze, staring at each other.

“Just a minute,” she called out. “The balcony!” she hissed, her eyes wide with fear.

I nodded and sprung into action. Opening the door just wide enough for me to squeeze out, I disappeared into the darkness. I waited there, catching my breath, my eyes closed as I listened.

“Hey, honey. Have you seen Dalton? He was looking a little off before, and now I can’t find him.” Layna. I knew she was checking up on me. Damn Mom.

“I think I saw him head out the front before? He was on the phone . . . ”

“Okay. I better get back downstairs. Are you okay? You’re looking a little flushed. Do you have a fever?”

I clamped my hand over my mouth to smother my snigger as Wrenn insisted she was fine. After the door closed I rapped on the balcony door and waited until Wrenn appeared.

“I couldn’t go without kissing you again,” I said, running my fingers through her hair.

She smiled, her lips meeting mine, the smell of her * all around me. “Go,” she ordered.

I nodded and walked over to the edge of the balcony where it met the brick exterior of the house. Hoisting myself over the ledge, I let myself drop onto the ground. I stood up and brushed myself off, then walked back inside as if nothing had happened.





Chapter Twenty-Four


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Wrenn

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A blush crept over my face as I thought about last night.

Dalton, going down on me . . . God, the way I felt when his tongue explored me. That was the most intimate I’d ever been with anyone. Much more intimate than sex, or giving head. As a woman, there was something so personal about having someone go down on you . . . ugh, I couldn’t even put it into words.

I stayed in bed for as long as I could, reliving last night. With every thought, my core tingled, aching to feel his touch again. My fingers brushed over my nipples, which stood hard and erect.

Closing my eyes, I thought about him and how good he made me feel. The way his tongue had massaged my clit had me almost coming on the spot. My fingers trailed down between my legs. I imagined him there, kissing, caressing. I slipped a finger inside myself. I was so wet. Thinking about him got me so aroused.