“So, what’re the plans for this week?” Maria asks as I wave at Eggbert across her kitchen, who’s still toasty and silent in his incubator.
“Um, Reed has some public interview in the park tomorrow lunchtime. I said I’d go and watch.” I smile, thinking about how he told me about it as he pulled me into bed with him last night after he came back from seeing Griffin.
His bed. Curled up and warm in his arms. Toastier than I’ve ever been at night before. And boy, did I sleep… after he spooned me from behind and made me come twice with him buried deep inside me. But after that, I slept right up until this morning when he was already in the shower. The previous night’s activities took it out of me. But despite that, I’m energized from all the excitement, and I’m glowing when I look in the mirror.
Reed Walker is a force to keep up with.
I swear he would have kept me up all night again last night if he could have. He’s insatiable. I smile goofily. He’s rough and commanding, and so confident in the way he takes control with sex. But when we are hanging out in the apartment, or out at dinner with Stuart and Paige, he is so tender. He kisses me for no reason, looks deep into my eyes, strokes my face whenever he can, wraps his arms around me from behind when I’m brushing my teeth. He’s a sweetheart.
Reed Walker is a romantic at heart. A fact I’m discovering more each minute I spend with him.
I give Maria a goodbye hug and head back downstairs. I have twenty minutes until I need to leave for work myself. I don’t need to get coffee this morning for Griffin as he’ll be out, so I chose to forgo my own in exchange for an extra bit of time in bed this morning. An extra bit of rest for my expertly pounded body.
I walk into our apartment and through to the kitchen, stopping suddenly as my eyes land on Reed, fully dressed in a navy-blue suit with a crisp white shirt and deep red tie. His shoes are the same deep, rich brown as his hair and the fresh and earthy scent of his cologne hangs in the air. He’s leaning back against the kitchen counter, a newspaper in one hand and my sloth mug in the other.
“Hey, Babe.” He looks at me from under dark brows and blows steam from the top of the mug before he takes a sip. “Do you want one?”
I stare at his lips as they wrap themselves around the side of the mug and take another deep pull, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“Why are you using that mug?” I stare at the offending sloth as Reed’s lips quirk.
“It was at the front of the cupboard. Why? Are you territorial over your mugs and I’ve only just noticed? Should I have looked for a deformed cat one and used that instead?”
I stare at him as he smirks, licking his sinful lips.
“That should have been at the back of the cupboard. Right at the back. Way at the back.” I walk over to him and glance inside the mug. It’s almost empty.
His smirk turns to puzzlement as his brow furrows. “I’m sorry, Harls. I won’t use it again if it’s special to you.” He pushes off the side and places it in the sink, then presses a kiss to my forehead, followed by my lips. “I’ve got to go. See you tonight.”
“Wait.” I grab his hand.
God, this is awkward. But I don’t want him thinking I have some weird attachment to a mug and won’t let him use it. How mean is that? It’s like him saying I can’t use his expensive shaving foam on my armpits. Although technically, I guess he could say no, seeing as I never asked him this morning. But I just liked how it smelled of him so much that I couldn’t help it.
“It’s not a special mug. It’s just a mug.”
“Okay.” He nods slowly, his deep smoky eyes holding mine. “But?”
“But I use it for things that aren’t drink related. And I don’t think you should drink out of it. I mean, it gets sterilized and everything and I put it in the dishwasher, but—”
“So, what’s the problem?” Reed looks at me.
Damn, he’s sexy.Especially in this suit. The color, the tie, it’s working for him.
This look always works for him.
How have I been so blind for so long?
“I use it for… things.” I widen my eyes and tilt my head, urging him to get with the program. I sigh as he looks at me blankly. “I sterilize my menstrual cup in it. After I’ve already washed it, obviously,” I add quickly when he frowns. “It’s clean and everything. But you’re supposed to put them in boiling water as well, and that mug’s the perfect size. I mean, I could use a bowl, but then that would be a waste. And I want to conserve the planet and consider these things. For example, that sloth on the mug is probably losing members of his family daily to deforestation or global warming or something. And I—”
Reed cuts me off with a kiss, his hands holding either side of my face still as he presses into me and delves his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me with meaning until I’m panting and breathless.
“If you think I’m bothered by that, then I haven’t done a good enough job of showing you how much I love everything about your body,” he rasps against my mouth before he drops both hands to the hem of my dress and forces it up around my waist.
I gasp as he rips my panties to the side and sinks two fingers deep inside me, where I’m already soaking from the kiss he gave me. He pumps in and out of me slowly, his eyes on my mouth as the sound of my arousal echoes around the room.
“Your smell. Your taste. It’s all I want.” He lifts his hand up between us and holds my gaze as he sucks his two glistening fingers past his lips, licking them clean before drawing them out. “You think a cup bothers me? I’ve had my tongue inside your body. I’m a man, not a boy who hasn’t grown the fuck up. Nothing you do will ever be gross to me. Do you understand? Your body and all it can do is fucking incredible.”
I nod mutely as he slides his fingers back down between my legs again and groans in appreciation as he slides them inside me.