Hell Breaks Loose (Devil's Rock #2)(73)

She yelped and whirled around, whacking him with a potholder. “Reid!” She yanked the buds from her ears. “You scared me!”

He plucked the potholder from her hands and tossed it down. “Just like old times. You beating me up.”

“Ha! I seem to recall you chasing me and tackling me down.”

He cocked his head to the side and looped his arms around her, bending his knees so they were eye level. “I also seem to recall that I was naked then.”

She considered that with an expression of seriousness. “True. This isn’t a total recreation of past events.”

“Oh, I’m all up for getting naked.”

“Big surprise.” She giggled. “I’ve got to start on the cranberry sauce for tomorrow.”

“You can take a break. You deserve it. So do I.” He lifted her up in his arms. Her legs immediately opened and wrapped around his waist. He carried her into their bedroom with both hands cupping her ass.

“Just a short break,” she said against his mouth as they fell together on the bed.

He deftly worked free the buttons of her blouse. “Of course. An hour. Two tops.”

“Reid!” she gasped as his teeth sank down on her earlobe.

“Yes, Mrs. Allister?” he breathed into her ear, his tongue playing over the tender flesh he had just bit.

“Why are you still wearing clothes? I thought you had an affinity for being naked.”

“Baby, it’s my favorite thing when I’m with you.” Grinning, he stood back and started stripping off his clothes, his movements rough and anxious, his breath coming fast and hard. And that wasn’t the only thing that was going to come fast and hard if he didn’t get inside her quick.

She scrambled back on the bed and made quick work of getting out of her clothes, those beautiful breasts thrusting out as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her black bra. Her dark eyes devoured him as she crawled on all fours toward him on the bed. “C’mon. What are you waiting for?”

Then they were tangled up in each other on the mattress. Ten months and it still felt new. It would never get old. Every time with her felt different, better than the last.

He entered her with a hard thrust, bare-skinned. Grace hugged him like a glove. Nothing separated them and it was the sweetest, hottest thing. They’d ditched the condoms shortly after the wedding. They planned to ditch the birth control pills in a few years. The idea of Grace pregnant, carrying his child, snapped the last of his control. He pumped harder, lifting her hips and angling her just right so that she flew apart, screaming his name.

A few more strokes and he followed, finding his own climax without barrier. That was sweet, too. Something he had only ever done with Grace. Something he would only ever do with Grace. This was it. For both of them. Real and forever.

He snuggled up beside her, loving her naked curves nestled against him. Gradually her breathing slowed and evened.

“That was amazing,” she murmured.

He smiled smugly. She said that every time. Because it was true—for both of them. “Aren’t you glad you took that break?”

She nodded. “I need to get back to the kitchen. I have two piecrusts to finish.”

He hugged her closer. “It hasn’t been an hour yet.”

“Reid, my parents are going to be here in the morning.”

“See. Plenty of time.” He started a trail of small, nibbling kisses down her throat.

She moaned softly and melted against him. “You’re very persuasive, Mr. Allister.”

“You promised me a perfect Thanksgiving.”

“But that’s what I’m trying to give you,” she protested.

“I have the perfect Thanksgiving. Every day with you is that. You . . . this . . .” He waved a hand around them. “It’s a future I never even dreamed of. I thank God every day for it.”

“Oh, Reid,” she breathed.

“You and me,” he continued. “Together in this bed. We can order takeout. Watch Netflix between bouts of loud, sweaty sex. That’s what we should do tonight.”

She smiled up at him. “You do love some Netflix.”

“Not as much as I love you, Mrs. Allister.”

“That does sound like heaven,” she murmured, sliding on top of him. “You know what? Screw it. We can go out to dinner with my parents tomorrow.”

He chuckled, wrapping a hand around her neck and bringing her face down to his for a kiss. “That’s my girl.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, sweetheart.”

And it was happy and perfect. Just like she said it would be.