Though I hear Reese's voice, I think it's in my head, part of the fantasy. With my eyes closed, I keep going while the orgasm pulses through me, keep going until the very last spasm fades. Breathing hard, I open my eyes.
And see Reese standing at the other end of the sofa.
His mouth is gaping. His eyes are wide and kind of wild. He has one hand in his hair, the other at his side where it keeps fisting and loosening. He's staring at me, at the vibrator lodged between my thighs.
I realize I should probably be embarrassed, but all I can think about is how much I want him to take over for Rod. Screw what Elena said. I deserve hot sex with a hot Brit.
"What are you doing?" he says, sounding breathless.
"Giving myself a big O." I turn the vibrator off and grab a tissue to wipe it down. "If you won't do me, I'll do myself."
"But you---" He scrubs that hand in his hair, looking at my face now. "Did you do that because you knew I was on my way over here?"
"How could I know that? I had to leave a message for you."
"Yes, and your message said I should let myself in."
Oh yeah, I had said that. Well, to be fair, at the time when I left the message, I wasn't planning on having a round of solo sex. I also hadn't expected Reese to rush over here so fast.
I stand up. "Are you okay?"
The bulge in his pants is way bigger than usual.
He shoves both hands into his hair, the movement raising his shirt enough that I can see the waistband of his pants.
And the tip of his erection poking out.
Not long ago, maybe an hour before Reese barged into the apartment, I'd been totally on board with Elena's idea that I should wait awhile before getting naked with Reese. Somewhere between getting off on my own and him catching me in the act, I'd jumped overboard. Maybe it's hormones talking. Maybe I should go to my bedroom and shut the door.
But I don't want to.
I love the way Reese is breathing hard, his cheeks are slightly pink, and his cock looks hard enough to crack eggs on it. Not that I'm going to do that. I would love to get my hands on that beefstick, though. And my mouth on it. Suddenly, I forget all the reasons why I should deny myself the thrill of getting it on with the hottest guy I've ever seen who also has the hottest British accent I've ever heard and who makes me hotter than I've ever felt before.
All that wetness dribbling down my inner thighs is because of him.
His chest is still heaving when he lowers his hands and asks, "What did you want to talk about?"
Oh God, I love the rough tone of his voice. Add in his accent, and wow, he could give me a multi-O experience just by reading the phone book to me.
"I was planning to tell you," I say, "that I've changed my mind and we shouldn't have sex."
His face blanks. "Oh."
"But I changed my mind again. I want you inside me, Reese, right now."
"What the---You can't keep changing your mind." He grips the back of his neck, averting his gaze. "I still can't do it, Arden. You're still my almost sister-in-law's best friend, and my brother will still murder me if I touch you."
"Oh please. Why are we letting other people decide what we can and can't do? We're adults. We make up our own minds."
I walk up to him and rub my finger over the red tip of his erection, where it pokes up out of his pants. "I want you, Reese."
"Bloody hell." He grabs my hand before I can run my finger over him again. "This is wrong."
"No, it's not." I guide his hand to my breast, molding it to my body with only the thin nightie separating my skin from his. "It felt so right when I was making myself come while imagining you were inside me. The fantasy of you rocked my world. Now I want the real thing."
He stares at me, mouth open, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip.
I press his hand more firmly to my breast. "Be my first time, Reese. Tonight."