Reid’s sleek SUV loomed in the farthest corner of the lot next to an ancient looking oak tree, but there was no sign of the man himself. She paused a few steps from the vehicle, her heart hammering against her ribs. Maybe she shouldn’t do this. What if she panicked again and didn’t even have a safe word to escape? What if the nightmares she’d had every night since the day in Davis’s basement claimed her and Reid didn’t stop?
Reid stepped out from behind the SUV and leaned a hip against the grille. Her crossed his arms over his chest and pinned her with his stare. “You’ve got four steps of free will left, Brynn.”
She eyed the small expanse of space between them and swallowed hard. His very presence soothed something jagged inside her. “I’m not ready to talk about us.”
He smirked. “What I have in mind doesn’t require conversation, sugar.”
Her eyes darted to the large erection pushing against his jeans, and her muscles tightened in anticipation of how it would feel to have him inside her again. Shit. This was a bad idea. So bad.
But God, she wanted him.
She locked her gaze with his and took a breath.
One. Two. Three. Four. She crossed the last few steps, not stopping until she stood within inches of his broad chest.
“Good girl,” he said, pushing off the car and straightening to his full, intimidating height.
She moistened her lips. “Where are we going?”
He gave her a slow smile. “Who said we were going anywhere?”
Before she could respond, he hooked an arm around her waist, and his lips claimed hers. Hungry and hot, his tongue possessed her mouth—pure, animal need flowing from every pore in his body and into hers. Gone was the sweet, loving guy from the hospital. In his place was Reid’s dark side personified. The side he had tried to ignore when they were in their twenties. Dominant. Powerful. Carnal.
She should’ve been scared, and she expected the panic and flashbacks to slam into her. But instead, her entire being jumped to life and every nerve swirled into a pool of trembling want low in her belly. This man wouldn’t hurt her. He would own her.Author: Roni Loren
And hell if she didn’t want anything more in that moment.
She curled her fingers into his T-shirt as he pressed her against the front of the car, the residual heat from the engine warming her back. His hands traced up her waist, over her rib cage, and then cupped her breasts. She tilted her head back, her moan chasing a clap of thunder.
His forefingers glided up and hooked her spaghetti straps, then yanked them down along with the top of dress and the cups of her strapless bra. Her breasts tumbled out, the nipples already tight and needy when they hit the night air. She gasped as his hot breath slid along her bared skin. “Someone could see us.”
“Yep.” He circled an areola with his fingertip, the touch sending electric sparks straight to her center. “And I bet you’re dripping just thinking about it.”
He pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger hard enough for her to writhe. “Shit.”
He stared down at her. “You’ve convinced yourself you’re a good girl. The social worker in the conservative suits who teaches women about empowerment. But underneath all that, good doesn’t get you off, does it?”
She closed her eyes, unable to hold his probing stare.
“Lie down.” He grabbed her waist and lifted her to sit on the hood, then pushed her shoulders until she was lying down, her back heating against the warm metal. He smoothed his hands up the outside of her thighs and slowly pushed the hem of her clingy dress up to her hips, revealing her panties.
The sky roared again, and rain began to hit her exposed skin in fat droplets, cool kisses against her breasts and face. Reid grabbed the edge of her underwear and yanked, the thin material ripping immediately. “Let’s see how right I am, shall we?”
She squirmed in anticipation of his touch, and he planted a palm against her pelvis, securing her to the hood. His free hand traveled up her inner thigh until his fingers found her wet heat. Losing her last grip on control, she mewled at the contact.
He let out a low, satisfied groan. “It’s beautiful how wet you get for me, sugar. How badly you want me to fuck you.”
She widened her legs, inviting him, begging him. She’d deal with what this all meant later. Right now she needed him inside her. Two fingers surrounded her clit and massaged. She pressed the back of her head into the hood, her breath rapid.
“Are you scared, sugar?” he asked, a hint of gentleness entering his tone.
The answer was automatic. “No.”
“Good,” he soothed. “Because I would never hurt you, Brynn. You’re safe with me. I’ll never push you further than I know you can go.”
Tears mixed with the rain that splashed onto her cheeks, the truth of his words resonating over her. “I know.”
“Thank you,” he said, the relief in his voice evident. “Now come for me, sugar.”