“Yes, Angel?”
He’s enjoying this. I can tell by the amusement in his voice and the way he’s sliding into me at the angle he knows full well rubs my G-spot.
“You’re…”
He told me he was going to have me again before we go to sleep. And fuck, is he having me, his strong body on top of mine, his weight creating the best feeling of safeness there is. My eyes roll back in my head as arousal races through me, soaking him and leaking out, spreading around my thighs every time he withdraws.
“I’m what, Angel? Apart from making this beautiful pussy of yours drip as I fuck you… what am I?” he growls against my lips before gently taking my bottom one between his teeth.
“Reed…” I say as he releases my lip.
His pace increases and he drives his tongue into my mouth, claiming me, obliterating any other thoughts I can have. The past melts away, and all I can focus on is him. Him inside me. Him stretching me. Himcompletingme.
“Reed what? Tell me,” he commands.
“You’re…” I pant, my breath coming in short puffs as he tilts his hips and hits my G-spot harder.
“I’m…?” He grins as my mouth drops open against his, and I moan loudly.
“You’re…you’re… amazing! And you’re going to make me come,” I cry.
He lets out a low groan from deep in his chest. It rolls through me and has me shaking and shuddering.
“Do it, Harley.”
His words are my undoing, and I come. I come with a force that has me crying out his name, my fingers fisting his hair and holding his face to mine as he fucks me with a satisfied smile on his handsome face.
“Yes, Angel,” he breathes. “Good girl.”
Then he spills into me, pushing himself as deep inside me as he possibly can.
“Harley,” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re beautiful. You’re fucking beautiful.”
“No… You… are…” I finally manage to say as I tremble in his arms.
Chapter twenty-one
Reed
ItoldHarleythatI didn’t want the last words we spoke to each other last night to be about the past.
And they weren’t.
But I can never get enough of her, so despite me fucking her in my favorite way, and the wordsyou’re going to make me come, spilling from her lips, I wanted more.
Ineededmore.
I kept her up until dawn broke, worshipping her. Having her in every position that allowed me to see her eyes widen and her cheeks flush as she came for me. Again, and again, and again.
And that included watching her ride me twice more. Watching pleasure bloom through her body. Pleasure I created. It’s pretty fucking spectacular to experience from below. She looked even more like an angel up there, the morning light shining in through a crack in the blinds behind her.
My girl. My beautiful, perfect girl.
I smile over at her sleeping on our sofa. We said goodbye to Della, Brett, and Rose after brunch and I drove us back to the city. Harley sat down when we got back, and by the time I’d come back from putting our bags in the bedroom, she was fast asleep.
I pick up the spray bottle and begin to mist Bruce.
My phone rings on the table and I answer it quickly, so it doesn’t wake her.