Wilde at Heart (Wilde Security, #3)(58)

“No, Mr. Wilde.” She walked her fingers down his chest until she found his cock peeking out from the top of his pajama pants. She caught a bead of moisture on her thumb and rubbed it in circles over his tip. “I know I am.”

Every muscle in his body tightened in response. Thank Christ he’d picked up more condoms at the store on his way home, and there they were, still sitting in the grocery bag, right on his desk. He’d intended to put them away in his bedroom, but got wrapped up in his computer game and forgot. He dove his hand into the bag, pulled open the box, and yanked out a line of foil packets. One after another, they kept spilling from the shopping box like a clown’s endless handkerchief.

Shelby grinned and ripped the last condom from the line. “Now you’re talking, Hershey. But first, I think you should know a secret about me.” She leaned in and traced the shell of his ear with her tongue. “Before I can really enjoy my candy, I need to lick it. All. Over.”

He shuddered and freed his cock, squeezing it in one hand as her hot little mouth left trails of fire down his bare chest. He growled something that might have been her name. Or at least that’s what he’d intended it to be, but it came out unintelligible.

“Hmm?” She paused and drew a circle around his navel with her tongue before smiling up with lust-brightened eyes. “I wonder…” She gripped him at his base, slid her hand up his shaft and back down. “How many licks does it take…?”

She sucked him all the way into the back of her throat, released him slowly, and then did it again, all the while doing wicked things with her tongue. His stomach muscles clenched with each lift of his hips to meet her mouth, and his every sense zeroed in on the woman doing her damnedest to suck the skin off his cock. He wound his fingers into her hair and tugged, probably harder than he should have, but she gave an approving hum that shot lightning up his shaft and nailed him in the balls. His body short-circuited. He groaned, trembled as his orgasm exploded from him, and she drank down every drop before releasing her mouth’s hold.

She laughed softly and dragged her nails down his still trembling abs. “I love watching you come. All of your muscles tighten up, and it’s gorgeous. My own personal eye candy.” She gave the tip of his cock a little nibble, just a light scrape of her teeth that had him instantly going hard again. She stood, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

“We’re not done yet.” He grabbed her hips and dragged her forward until she straddled his legs, then plucked the condom from her hand. “It’s my turn to watch you.”

He ripped open the wrapper and rolled the condom on, then found her with his fingers. And, yeah, she was soaking wet, so turned on and ready for him. But that wasn’t enough. She was going to tremble and beg first. He slid two fingers into her slit, enjoyed the view as she bowed backward and worked her hips.

“There you go. Ride my fingers and I’ll get you off.” He pressed his thumb to her clit, drew circles around it until her rhythm grew choppy, her body shuddering each time she came down. And when she lifted herself again, he removed his fingers, stood up his cock and thrust his hips upward.

She screamed, climaxing as he filled her.

He loved watching her come, too, loved the way her body squeezed his as each wave of pleasure thundered over her.

Widening his legs to give himself more leverage, he pumped into her, again and again, deeper and deeper, until the spasms of her second orgasm finally milked another release from him. He came in hard, hot jets that left him dizzy.

Still shuddering, Shelby collapsed forward and rested her forehead against his. “Oomph.”

Reece snorted a laugh—he was too exhausted to restrain it—and tugged on her hair. “Oomph? That’s not exactly glowing praise.”

“If you want praise, I’ll write you a ballad as soon as I can feel my limbs again. My God, that first orgasm…” She lifted her head and imitated an explosion with her hands. “Wow. I mean. Wow.”

Buried to the balls inside her, he felt the delicate shivers still racing through her body. He smiled and pushed her damp hair back from her face. “For me too.”

“Yeah?” Color spiraled across her cheeks and she ducked her head. “We, uh, are good together. I-I mean, with sex. We’re good together in bed.”

Was that…a hint of shyness? From Shelby? No way.

Reece caught her chin between his fingers and lifted it until her gaze met his. “We’re good together in a lot of ways, Shelby. Come to bed with me.”

The uncertainty in her eyes shifted to sheer panic. He saw it happen and tried to catch her, but she moved too fast, leaping away from him. He missed the intimate connection immediately and pushed out of the chair, taking a second to dispose of the condom in the trash bin under his desk and tuck himself back into his pants. This wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have with his well-sated cock flapping in the wind.

Shelby smoothed a hand down the front of her nightshirt and backed several steps toward the door. “I should probably go. We have that opera thing tomorrow and—I need to go to bed. Alone.”

A muscle ticked in his cheek just below his eye and he realized he’d clenched his teeth hard enough that his molars hurt. He did his best to unlock his jaw. “Shel—”

“No.” She held up a finger, cutting him off. More than panic now, she radiated regret and her voice shook. “Tonight changes nothing.”