I draw in a shaky breath and sink my hands into the hair at the back of his neck as I kiss him back. I kiss him with everything I have, opening so he can slide his tongue past my lips to meet mine. I kiss him and grip him to me as if my life depends on it.
“God, don’t look at me any differently, Harls. I couldn’t stand it. Not you…”
I kiss him again with more force, pushing my silk-clad breasts against his naked chest. His dick, hard as stone, presses into my hip through his pajama pants. Surely, he can’t think for one second this would change the way I see him, the way Ifeelabout him?
I can’t let him doubt for one second the way I feel when I’m with him.
I press myself harder against him, relishing the way his arms tighten around me in response. “It changes nothing. I want you, Reed,” I pant against his lips.
He growls, low and deep, from his chest.
“Fuck, Harley. I want you too, Angel. I always want you.”
His eyes fix on mine, and we hold one another’s gaze.
He needs this.
He needs me.
I yank my panties down with one hand, kicking them off when they reach my ankles.
“Fuck me however you want me, Reed,” I pant into his mouth as I kiss him again. “Rough, fast, hard, dirty. Whatever you need. Whatever you want.” I push his pajama pants down and palm his cock as he hangs his head and hisses.
“Harley…”
“If you need to hurt me, hurt me. I trust you.”
He brings his head back up and looks at me darkly, the golden flecks in his eyes flashing. “You want me to hurt you?”
“I know you won’t really hurt me. Just like you didn’t last night. But if you need to be rough with me, it’s okay.”
“Angel.” He swipes his thumb over my swollen lip, the pad of it grazing my teeth as his eyes follow its path.
I stare up at him. Waiting. I would do anything for this man. Let him choke me, spank me… degrade me. Whatever he needs. I want him to know he can trust me. Just like I trust him.
He needs this. I can see it in his eyes. We have so much to talk about…
Later.
Right now, he needs to know he still has me. I need to show him I’m here with him.
That I will always want him, no matter what.
“Take it off.” He trails a finger up my thigh, causing goosebumps to dance all the way up my spine as he inches my nightie higher. The words are quiet but spoken with a confident authority that has arousal spilling down the inside of my legs.
I cross my arms, taking the lace hem between my fingers, and slide the silk up my body and over my head, letting it fall to the floor next to us.
Reed sucks in a breath as his eyes rake over every inch of my body. “You’re so beautiful. And you’re mine.”
I gasp as he grabs me roughly, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass cheeks as he hoists me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. Heat is racing around my body, and my heartbeat has started up a wild, punishing beat between my thighs. I grind myself against him, my wetness smearing over his hard abs.
I brace myself, expecting him to rest me against the sink and fuck me right here where we stand. But instead, he carries me across the hallway and into the bedroom, dropping me down onto the bed and crawling up over me.
My legs drop wide in anticipation as I crave what’s coming. Reed can always fuck me deeply when he’s on top of me. He either wraps my legs around his waist or throws them over his shoulders like he did on our first night together. That grants him deeper access inside me, and I know he loves it. Bea may think he only fucks from behind, and he does love that, too. But Reed’s favorite way to fuck me is with my knees up around my ears and his lips against mine as I moan his name into his mouth. He always comes extra hard when we do it like that. To the point that he’s joked about wearing two condoms to withstand the strength at which it hits him.
I gaze up at his blazing body hovering over mine, his warm brown waves falling forward. I brush one back from his eyes so I can see them in all their deep, magnetic brilliance as he drinks me in.
“I love it like this,” I whisper, bringing my knees up.