The Promise (Neighbor from Hell, #10)(79)

“And why’s that?” she asked on a moan as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Because I’m never letting you go.”





Chapter 46

“Any regrets?” the incredibly handsome man lying by her side asked, drawing her attention away from the small fire crackling in the fireplace that had slowly been lulling her into a deep sleep to find Reed watching her with one of those incredibly sexy smiles on his face.

“Yes, quite a few in fact,” she said, sighing wearily and forcing herself to bite back a smile when his eyes narrowed on her.

“You regret marrying me?” the man that had spent the past sixteen hours dragging her to New Hampshire and back again, asked.

“I really can’t say. At least, not until I have all the information,” she said with a helpless shrug.

“Information?” he asked, sliding his hand beneath the sheet covering them and over her stomach so that she could feel the black wedding band that matched the one on her hand as he slid his hand down her stomach.

“I like to make informed decisions,” she said, spreading her legs for him as she did her best to look innocent.

“I see,” he murmured, sounding thoughtful as he slid his hand between her legs. “Do you regret marrying me?”

“No,” she said softly, unable to help but smile as she reached up and ran traced his jaw lightly with her fingertips. “I could never regret that.”

“Then what would you like to know?” Reed asked, turning his head so that he could press a kiss against her palm as he rubbed his hand between her legs.

“Well, I have questions,” Joey said, licking her lips as he slowly caressed her.

“Of course, you do,” Reed murmured, his lips twitching with amusement as he shifted to get more comfortable while he continued to lazily tease her. “And what are your questions?”

“Well, I have many,” she felt obligated to tell him.

“I figured as much,” he said, chuckling as he leaned down and kissed her. “Ask away.”

“I guess the first question I have is about the need for the kidnapping,” she said, running her fingers through his hair as he kissed her.

“Because it was necessary,” he said as he pressed a kiss against her chin.

“Because you were afraid that I’d say no?” Joey asked on a small gasp when he traced her slit with a fingertip because there was no chance that she would have said no.

Again, not that he’d asked her, because he hadn’t.

No, what he did was make love to her until she was boneless, carry her to his truck, buckle her in and head home where he’d rummaged through her boxes until he found what he was looking for. Once he had her birth certificate, he threw her back over his shoulder, jumped back in his truck and refused to stop until they’d reached New Hampshire where he’d thrown her over his shoulder and she found herself standing in front of a very nervous Justice of the Peace.

“No,” he murmured, kissing her jaw, “because it’s tradition.”

“It’s tradition to kidnap your bride?” she asked, admittedly intrigued.

“Yes,” he said, kissing his way down her neck as he continued teasing her.

“Why?”

“Bradfords don’t propose and we don’t have traditional weddings,” Reed said as he slid his finger between her slit and began lightly teasing her clit as he kissed his way down to her breast.

“And the terrified Justice of the Peace?” Joey couldn’t help but ask only to groan when he licked her nipple.

“Will probably take an early retirement,” Reed said, slowly teasing her clit with tiny circles and starting to make it difficult to focus.

“I’m sensing there’s a story behind this.”

“There is,” he said, kissing his way back up.

“Is it the same story as my pretties?” she asked, making him chuckle.

“Yes, and I’ll tell you that story on our one-year anniversary,” he promised before she could ask so she moved on.

“And Matt?”

“Shouldn’t have got in my way,” he said, moving his finger down and slid it inside her.

“Is he still in the closet?” she asked, groaning as her back arched and her hips shifted to follow each thrust of his finger.

“No fucking clue,” he said, removing his hand so that he could shift over her and settle between her legs.

“And the reason that we didn’t stay in New Hampshire?”

“Didn’t want to jinx this,” he said as she felt that first glide of his cock sliding between her legs.

“Okay,” she said, making a mental note to ask about that later. “And Jackson?”

“Knows,” he said, and before she could panic because this was definitely one of those moments where she felt that panicking was appropriate, he was there, kissing her.

“It’s fine,” he promised her as he continued to slowly grind against her.

“It’s really not,” she assured him with a frantic shake of her head, wondering why he wasn’t panicking because he should definitely be panicking.

“Do I seem worried to you?” he asked, groaning as he kissed his way down to her neck.

Well, now that he mentioned it…