"Say it," he ordered. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you." It was as plain a truth as she'd ever spoken. She was lost in desire, she was craving sensation. He was her whole world in those moments, and all she knew was the way her skin sizzled as electric sparks zinged throughout her body. She was beyond wet now, and she wanted all of him. His fingers. His mouth. His cock.
Some small part of her mind argued that she should protest, because no matter what happened next everything was going to change, and they'd never be Reece and Brent and Jenna again.
She knew that, but she didn't care. Maybe she'd regret it later, but right then all she wanted was Reece. He'd filled her head and fired her body. She had to have him. She would have him.
"Fuck me," she finally begged, arching back and surrendering completely.
She'd deal with the fallout later.
Right now, all she wanted was Reece.
Chapter Thirteen
"Say it again," he demanded, his breath hot against her core.
"Fuck me," she demanded, the words no longer terrifying. On the contrary, now they seemed entirely necessary.
"Soon," he promised. "When you're ready."
"Are you insane? Believe me, I'm ready." She was begging, but she didn't care. She craved him, needed him. Felt that she might go mad if she didn't feel him deep inside her.
"No," he said simply as he used his fingertip to pull her panties aside. "You're not," he added, sliding two fingers deep inside her.
She gasped, then bit down on her lower lip so hard she drew blood.
His tongue flicked over her clit, sucking and teasing as the fingers of one hand thrust inside her. With his other hand, he reached up and found her breast, still half-in and half-out of her bra. And as he teased her clit with his tongue, he squeezed her nipple with his fingers, the ministrations sending a current of sexual heat from her breast to her clit, so sharp and vibrant that she almost couldn't stand it.
She squirmed, trying to calm the raging sensations. Or maybe not to calm them. Maybe she was trying to take them higher. Further. She didn't know. All she knew was pleasure. All she knew was need.
And as he sucked harder, teasing her mercilessly, she ground against his mouth, her hips gyrating as he teased and sucked. His beard scraped her sensitive skin, adding to the glorious sensations and making electricity rise to the surface of her skin, pooling and buzzing, and gathering in strength until everything seemed to coalesce in one perfect, sweet circle.
One tiny nub of pure magic that hovered, glowing on the edges of her consciousness before finally, brutally, bursting apart in a firestorm of sensation so intense it turned her inside out and thrust her all the way to the stars.
She seemed to take forever for the bits of her to merge back together, but when she finally returned to herself, she found him looking at her with a very self-satisfied grin.
"Now," he said. "Now, I know you're ready."
Reece felt the power of Jenna's orgasm break through him. The explosion of passion. The wildness of complete release. The near-pain sounds of pleasure as she cried out. All of it combined to make him so fucking hard he knew that if the didn't take her right then, he'd probably implode on the spot.
"Jenna." Her name tasted like honey. "Baby, I have to--"
"God, yes." Her voice was strained. "Please, Reece. Please. I want you inside me."
He wouldn't have thought it was possible, but he got even harder in response to her obvious need. "Slide down," he ordered, grabbing her hips before she had time to comply and pulling her to him. She was deliciously wet, and as he held her hips in place on the desk, she put her arms around his neck.
"Hard," she whispered. "Please, Reece. Don't be gentle."
He couldn't even form words. He could only comply. He'd brought a condom with him, and now he slipped it on. Then he thrust his hips forward, driving himself into her, even as he pulled her toward him, his fingers clutching her perfect ass.
Her head was tucked in near his neck, and gasped and pleaded and moaned as he took her deep and hard and fast. She was tight, so tight that he couldn't tell where he ended and she began. He glanced down, watching his cock disappear inside her slick folds, and moaned with growing pleasure.
So close. He could feel the explosion coming. His balls tightening, his body readying for release. He wanted her to come with him, but he didn't want to stop the rhythm. "Touch yourself," he ordered. "Play with your clit. Come with me."
She complied obediently, her hand slipping between their bodies, and he watched, mesmerized as she teased her clit while he fucked her, her fingertip sliding down to brush his cock with every few thrusts.
"Reece," she murmured. "Oh, Reece, I'm close."