CHAPTER 6
REESE
It feels like I’m spinning. Like I’m a shooting star, careening through space and time with little hope of stopping beyond burning up in the atmosphere or an impact that I know I won’t survive. Maybe I don’t need to survive.
Maybe I simply need to enjoy this while it lasts, soak it up and take it in so it can sustain me.
Anderson looks at me and the fears I’ve held onto for so long crumble around me. He looks at me like forever.
I wasn’t sure how this last week was going to go. I’ve been afraid every day when I drop Boomer off and pick him up that Anderson would take it all back and he’d be back to the man who only had complaints and a scowl on his face.
It hasn’t happened and now, wrapped up in his arms, my legs straddling his hips, I realize I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Boomer is excited every morning to come over to Anderson’s and he seems reluctant to leave. He’s not the only one.
I thought for sure Anderson wasn’t the man who could be a dog dad to Boomer, but he’s proven me wrong. So very wrong.
When I rip my lips away from his, I pant as I stare at him. I don’t see an ounce of regret or deception there. I see something which makes my pussy clench and cream—raw hunger and desire.
I wish it wasn’t the case, but doubts creep in. He’s said all the right things and has shocked me. I’m not sure why he was willing to truly see me a week ago, but ever since then it’s been different. It’s been easy while also being frustrating.
He’s been great. The sexual tension between us, the thickness and the weight of it, has been driving me up the wall. I thought for sure something would happen, but then nothing did. Not until tonight.
Earlier today, I resigned myself to the thought I imagined it, that it was fleeting and over now. I wasn’t expecting him to pull me to him and kiss me when I knocked on his door. I was going to grab Boomer and then go home to drown my sorrows in take-out and cheap wine.
But now I’m in his arms, on his lap and he is obviously happy to see me. I’m not usually one that needs reassurance, but I find I do now. I can feel the evidence of his want for me pressing up against my pussy, but I need a little more.
I gasp out, “Are you sure?”
Anderson smirks at me and it shouldn’t be as sexy as it is. Then he’s up and my extremities wrap around him as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. When he kisses me hard, it feels like he’s trying to prove something to me. I find myself melting underneath the intensity of it. Melting against him and for him.
I was trying to keep it cool, but I don’t know if I can, not when he’s kissing me like he is. His strides are sure and steady as he carries me into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us. He’s solid pressed up against me.
It’s hard for me to believe all his words, but when I think over the last week, I know his actions back them up. He hasn’t scowled at me once, not even when I’ve knocked on his door too early for anyone to want to greet visitors. He’s not exactly glowing when I drop off Boomer, but even sleepily rumpled, he hasn’t been an asshole.
Anderson lays me out on his bed, only then breaking away from my lips and letting us breathe. Air is sawing in and out of our lungs as we stare at each other, and he stands at his full height. His steel gray eyes are darker as he takes me in.
He groans and grips the bulge in his pants, a pained look on his face, “You look so fucking good laid out on our bed, Sunshine?”
I squeak out, “Our?”
A slow smile spreads across his lips, his voice deeper and filled with sensual promise, “Yeah. Our bed. It’s ours. I hope to have you in it as often as I can. I know I was a dick to you at first, Reese, but I promise it’ll never happen again. I didn’t let myself see you, but now you’re all I see and all I think about.”
As his words tumbled from his lips, he’s undressing me slowly. Now I’m displayed for him in just my bra and panties. How the hell did he do that? I must have been hypnotized by his voice or the promise in his words; possibly his dick which is clearly straining against the front of his pants.
Before I can respond, hell, before his words can even sink into my mind, he’s on his knees and yanking me to the edge of the bed while pulling my panties down my legs. His voice is gruff, and I feel every word against my wet, exposed flesh, “Take off your bra, Sunshine. Let me see your perfect tits and hard nipples as I bury my face in your sweet pussy.”
I moan and my body moves to obey his command on instinct. I want to be bare for him, I want to be exposed; I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about being with a guy before. I was always a little bit afraid of giving away too much—of myself and my body. With Anderson I feel free, like I can give myself over to him and trust him with all of me.
Anderson growls against my wet slit when I’m naked and on display for him. The vibration of the sound against me has my back arching and my hips jerking. He opens my legs up, one hand on my inner thigh and the other holding onto my hip, pressing me down against the mattress. It’s a good thing because I think I would float away if he wasn’t keeping me grounded.
There’s a heartbeat which passes, and I feel him take a long, controlled breath before letting it out slowly. Time seems to freeze, air filling his lungs only to be set free again. Then he dives right in, his tongue parting my folds.
I moan loudly, a sound full of need, yearning and desire. He grunts against me and repeats the action, lapping at me as if he’s starving. I let my gaze travel down my body. When it clashes with his, I’m sent reeling right to the edge just from the look in his eyes. He is starving, so fucking hungry. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me the way Anderson is looking at me right now.
It makes me want to squirm, but his hold on me is absolute and I can’t move. I wish I could. I need to. I want to.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, our eyes still locked, I know I’m close. So close. Too close. The pull inside of me, the building of it, doubling, tripling, multiplying and growing with every flick of his tongue and small exhales against my sensitive flesh. I can feel it all.