“Really?” I asked, my smile so big my cheeks hurt.
“Really,” she replied, squeezing my hand. “I know it will be hard, and other people, namely your family, might have a hard time with it initially, but I really like you. I want to try.”
I practically leapt off the bed, my hands coming to her face as she tilted her head back and opened up for me.
What was meant to be a happy kiss of thanks and excitement, quickly turned. I don’t know if it was the way her tongue darted out to meet mine, the groan at the back of her throat, or the way her soft tits felt pressed against my stomach, but one second I was standing above her, and the next, we were laid out on the bed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight ~ Chloe
I didn’t worry that things were going too fast.
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I didn’t wonder what everyone was going to say when they found out about us.
I didn’t think … I just allowed myself to feel.
His large, long body covered me, the warmth of him wrapping around me like a cocoon, as mine ignited beneath him.
His touch brought pure pleasure; his kiss, utter desire.
I opened for him fully. Mouth, body, heart. Yearning to greedily take everything he offered.
The flashes I’d had of our night together were nothing compared to the reality of having Reardon while I was stone-cold sober. He was everywhere. Hands, legs, mouth … That hair, those biceps, and, dare I say again, that mouth.
I’d never been with someone who was so obviously into what he was doing, or who managed to turn me on to the point of spontaneous combustion.
He was amazing, and we’d barely even begun.
Caught in the moment, I moved my hand up into his hair and tightened my fist, pulling his head back roughly so he was forced to lift it, giving me access to the length of his neck.
I needed to taste his skin, almost as much as I needed to groan in pleasure at the feel of his strong hand at my naked breast.
When did I lose my shirt and bra? I wondered momentarily, then quickly realized I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was getting Reardon naked.
I needed to see him.
Reardon moaned as my teeth lightly scraped the base of his throat, my tongue darting out to soothe the slight bite. My hips bucked as he rolled my nipple between his fingertips, then rocked against him when he covered me with his hot mouth.
“Take this off,” I begged, grabbing his shirt and pulling it to show him what I wanted. What I needed.
I lost his mouth momentarily as he rose above me and grasped the cotton of his shirt with his hand and pulled it up over his head. I barely had a chance to ogle his magnificent form before he lowered back down and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
Reardon’s hand lowered. I felt my waistband give and his quick exploration of my black lace panties, before his fingers found me, hot, wet, and ready for him.
“Ahhhh,” I moaned at that first velvety touch.
“God, you’re amazing,” he gasped as he slid one finger inside, his blue eyes watching me closely as his finger moved.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, caring about nothing but the way he was making me feel.
My hands roamed absently, feeling his skin, playing with his nipples, but all of my focus was centered on his hand in my panties.
When a second finger joined the first and his thumb began massaging my clit, I arched my back, bowing off the bed as I tried to get more.
Breathless moans emitted from my lips. I’d never been very vocal during sex, but with Reardon I felt no embarrassment, and I didn’t want to shy away from what I was feeling. I wanted him to know what he was doing for me, and I couldn’t wait to return the favor.
“Fuck my hand,” he growled, his mouth by my ear.