“You’re sassy tonight.” His hand slid beneath the band of her underwear, dragging heated fingers over her slick tissues and the throbbing bundle of nerves. “Guess I need to remind you who’s in charge.”
He pinched her clit hard enough for her to cry out, and she jolted against him, squeezing the shelf so tightly her nails bit into her palms. “Yes, like that. Please.”
“Did you obey my orders while I was gone?” he asked, continuing to stroke her with firm fingers. “Or did you touch this pretty cunt and come without my permission?”
“I obeyed, sir,” she panted, grasping at her unraveling rope of control. She wouldn’t last long. He’d told her not to touch herself the whole time he was gone, and for some reason, she’d listened. Now she was like a grenade with a loose pin.
“Good girl.” Without finesse, he yanked her panties down, and she kicked off her heels. “Let’s see if it was worth the wait.”
Her head lolled back against the wall.
She had no doubt he’d be worth the wait, but would he be worth the heartbreak?
Reid fumbled with his belt and unbuttoned his pants, the need to claim Brynn burning through him like wildfire. A week without her had been like walking around with a hole in his chest. He’d planned to surprise her tonight, take her to a nice dinner. Talk. But now she was here in front of him, smelling like strawberry shampoo and feminine arousal. Looking like sin. And he was about to lose his goddamned mind. Food and the discussion he wanted to have with her could wait.
Not even bothering to step out of his pants, he rolled a condom on and grasped the backs of her thighs, lifting and spreading her. “I don’t know if I can go slow and easy right now, sugar.”
Her green eyes met his, the low light of the room not dimming the fire behind them. “Then take me hard, sir.”
He groaned and dug his fingers into the soft undersides of her thighs as he thrust forward. Her wet heat closed around him like a velvet fist, causing a bone-deep shudder to wrack his body. “Goddamn, you feel good.”
Part of him wanted to stay like this, buried inside her balls deep, feeling her stretching around him, watching how her teeth bit into her full bottom lip as she fought to keep her composure. The tender skin at her neck jumped with the frantic beat of her heart, and he dipped forward to run his tongue along the pulse point.
She moaned and her muscles flexed around his shaft, nearly sending him over the edge before they even started. “Reid, please, I need you.”
He slid out until just the head of his cock rested inside her, relishing the view of their carnal connection, then plunged forward, deep and hard. Her feminine grunt of satisfaction, that little catch in her throat, was all it took to strip the last remnants of patience from his system. He hitched her legs higher and rocked into her with the speed and gentleness of a freight train, the sound of skin hitting skin drowning out the mundane noises around them.
She writhed against the wall and sweat slicked both their bodies as he balanced on the precipice before release. He refused to let it end too soon. He wanted to savor the feel of having her in his arms, enjoy the wild look in her green eyes as she hurtled
toward her own bliss. “Touch yourself, sugar. I’ve got you.”
Her fingers uncurled from the shelf, and she lowered her hand to her swollen clit, stroking over it with the confidence of a woman who wasn’t ashamed to take her pleasure. The move shot lightning through his blood, tightening his balls and dragging him even closer to the edge.
She leaned her head back, her breath turning choppy. “Oh, God.”
“That’s right, baby. You come for me. Let me hear how much you like me fucking you hard.”
“Reid,” she ground out, the word rattling out her throat and her inner muscles rippling around him as she flew apart.
Unable to resist the combination of her orgasm and the erotic sound of her calling his name, his entire body tensed, the sweet ecstasy of oncoming release rushing along his nerve endings. His cock swelled inside her, and he crushed her against him as the heated pulse of his own climax jetted through him.
When they both quieted, his legs felt as if they would collapse beneath him. Keeping a snug hold on her, he turned until his back was against the wall and then slid them both to the floor.
She touched her forehead to his and laced her fingers at the nape of his neck. “Okay, so that was worth the wait.”
He laughed and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Definitely.”
Although he didn’t plan on ever making her wait that long again. The trip had been a mistake. He’d agreed to go with his aunt and uncle for the vacation, thinking it would be a good way to get his head clear and get some perspective on his situation with Brynn. Maybe shake off the feelings she stirred up in him—feelings that had no place in a summer hookup.
But it hadn’t worked. Instead, hanging around with his family’s hoity-toity crowd had only made him want Brynn more.
For a while, he’d convinced himself their scorching sexual chemistry was the only reason the sun seemed to get brighter anytime she was near. But the week away had burned that theory into a pile of ash. As he sat on the beach night after night, staring at the ocean, he’d realized that the agonizing ache he felt didn’t reside below his belt but square in the middle of his chest.
He missed her.
For the first time in his life, he felt comfortable in his own skin, and she was the reason. The people in his world always came with conditions, fine print. But not Brynn. Even after he’d told her about his father, she hadn’t judged, only accepted. She’d embraced the dark parts of him as well as the bright spots. He’d never experienced that kind of total acceptance—not even from his mom. And he didn’t want to give that up.
Not now. Not at the end of the summer. Maybe not ever.