I stared at him, my breath frozen and my entire body trembling as I whispered, “Then why are you here?”
He reacted slowly. The fire building in his eyes wasn’t without conflict, his internal battle played out over his face. But his gaze dropped to my lips and his eyes hooded. We moved at the same time, fusing together like magnets as we gripped and held on tight. And then our lips collided. His large hands clutched the sides of my face, dragging me closer to him as his mouth fitted against mine. My fingers thrust into his hair, latching on and fastening him to me, knowing how tenuous the situation was, how real the possibility that he might pull away at any second. His palms left my face and slid down the column of my throat, skirting over my breasts and down my sides, until they grabbed my hips and pulled my body flush against his.
My head fell back at the contact, and Reno seized the opportunity to drag his lips over my jaw then my exposed neck, leaving a wet trail as he sucked lightly on the sensitive skin before moving lower. He pressed kisses to my collarbone and chest then stopped abruptly, breathing hard as his mouth hovered just above the swell of my breasts. His chest expanded roughly, and my lungs locked in place, my breath halting in a combination of heady anticipation and pure fear. Fear that he’d stop this, that he’d leave me. He clutched onto my hips, holding himself rigid as he wrestled with his thoughts. I could almost see his internal struggle: keep going or force himself to stop. I decided I wasn’t prepared to accept the latter.
With a boldness I didn’t completely feel, my hands moved down, smoothing slowly over the corded muscle of Reno’s chest. Slipping them between our joined bodies, I hooked my thumbs under the thin straps of my cami. His head tipped back a fraction, his darkened eyes honing in on the movement. Inhaling shakily, my fingers trembling, I slid the loose material down over my shoulders, knowing Reno’s body would shield me from view, and tugged until it fell and pooled at my waist. His harsh intake of breath coincided with his fingers biting into my soft flesh, his groin rolling into me involuntarily. My breath hitched, an ache settling between my thighs. I felt my body squirm, powerless to control my reaction. Reno groaned low in his throat.
“Riley...” he grated, gaze locked on my exposed chest, hands kneading my hips.
Overcome with my need for him—to be close to him, to touch him and feel his touch—my lips parted, the plea falling from them unashamed when he raised his eyes to mine, boring into me with a naked desire and sizzling intensity that threatened to burn me to ash. “Please.”
There was a half second pause, a brief moment of hesitation, before Reno’s mouth descended again, swooping down to claim mine. His hands lowered to grip the backs of my thighs and he lifted. My legs opened instinctively, wrapping around him. Fastening my arms around his neck, I returned his kiss with an unrestricted fervour, eliciting a groan from him. His tongue sneaked past my lips and plunged inside, swirling with mine. I swallowed his moan, breathing raggedly into him as he shifted, moving us until my back landed against the trailer, and cushioning the impact with his hands. He ground his lower half into me, using his hand on my back to anchor me in place, increasing the friction. His palms cupped my butt cheeks, splaying over the flesh, molding it and tugging me into him.
Breaking off, his chest heaving against mine, he growled, “Not here.”
I frantically nodded my agreement, our lips coming together again even as he walked us through the door. Slamming it and flicking the lock, he hurried through the tiny hallway. Our hands groped, desperate bodies writhed, until he reached my bed and sank down on it, positioning me on his lap so I straddled him. I continued my assault on his mouth, rising on my knees to get closer, greedy hands fisting clumps of his hair. All the while, my blood thundered in my ears and my heart pounded behind my breastbone. And when Reno’s hands found my hips again, slowly rolling me down as he thrust up, my eyelids squeezed tighter. The feel of him beneath me sent waves of pleasure shooting through me. Sensation flooded every cell, and every nerve end sparked.
My fingers moved to the hem of his shirt and tugged. It cleared as far as his chest before he stopped me, his rough hands closing around mine. My eyes shot open, flying to his in question. Battling with the unbridled lust clouding Reno’s gaze, was uncertainty. So much of it.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice unsteady. He glanced down, brow creasing. I dipped my head, trying to catch his gaze. “Ren?”
He looked up with questioning eyes. “Is this what you want?”
It wasn't hard to read the self-recrimination on his face, the desire to turn back the clock and do things differently. There was no doubt in my mind. I knew what I wanted.
Wrapping both hands around the back of his head and overlapping my fingers, I nodded firmly. “Yes. And I wanted it then, too.”
Searching eyes flicked between both of mine, seeking words I hadn’t said, looking for a sign that he should back off. He wouldn’t find one. Carefully, he lifted my body, placing me on the bed by his thighs. I shifted back on my elbows, kicking books carelessly to the floor as I slid up the mattress and parted my legs to accommodate him. His broad frame rose over me, lowering as I flattened my back to the bed. Within seconds, Reno covered me completely, the wide expanse of his chest blocking everything else from sight until he was all I could see and feel. His biceps flexed and bulged on either side of my head, big arms caging me. Resting on one elbow, he splayed a warm palm over my chest, covering my heart. There was no way he wouldn’t feel the erratic, rapid beat pulsing against his skin.
I swallowed roughly as his hand crept down. His hair fell onto his forehead, his deep brown eyes trained intently on mine, watching for my reaction, as his palm closed around my naked breast. My head pushed back into the pillow, breath leaving me in a silent gasp as my lips parted. His head dipped and his tongue coated my nipple in wet heat. His free hand reached to pinch the other between his thumb and finger. Sensations bombarded me from all sides, a warmth pooling between my thighs. I needed more, more of him.
Pace suddenly frantic, I tore at his shirt, pulling it up his back and over his head, then brought his lips back to mine. My fingers found his waistband, working quickly to loosen the buttons and shrug his jeans down over his butt, using my feet to push them down his legs and kick them to the floor. He gripped my cotton shorts, tearing them down my hips as his mouth traveled hungrily over my stomach, pausing when he reached my center. Leaning back, he inhaled deeply as he trailed one finger down over the surface of my skin until it skirted along the edge of my panties, and then it slid beneath them and pressed into me. My body arched, lungs faltering as I choked out a cry of ecstasy.
Reno’s lids shuttered, air escaping him in a drawn out exhale that made his chest shudder. His underwear just clearing his butt, he sat back on his heels, moving his possessive gaze over me lazily. Grasping the waistband of my panties, he lowered them down my legs. Heat and hunger flooded his eyes. His hands stilled as his jaw clenched.
“Riley,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “Stop me now if this isn’t what you want. I need you to say it. I need to hear you say it this time.”
I shook my head, heavy lids half mast, my teeth almost piercing through my bottom lip. “I don’t want you to stop.”
He nodded once, grabbed his discarded jeans and pulled out a foil packet, before rolling it over his length. My eyes widened at the sight, heart racing as he positioned himself over me, hips settling between my thighs. He waited until our eyes connected, and then he slid inside. His lids drifted closed as he slowly filled me, a stifled curse escaping his lips. He hung his head between his wide shoulders, the muscles in his arms and neck straining as he held himself still for a moment.
Emotions almost too intense to bear crashed into me all at once, like a tidal wave, as my body stretched around him. I slammed my eyes shut, overwhelmed.
“Open your eyes, Riley,” Reno demanded. He began to move, steadily increasing his pace. I shook my head blindly, refusing him, feeling too raw, too vulnerable. Feeling too much, and afraid to let him see it. “Open your eyes, Ri… I need to see you.”
Swallowing my fear, I opened my eyes and met his. Everything I felt for him, I could see reflected in his penetrating gaze. His eyes couldn’t hide him from me. Pushing up on my elbows, I pressed my open lips to his before curling my hands around his sides and over the hard planes of his back. My nails dug into his flesh and held on tight as he withdrew again, and plunged back in. He settled into a perfect rhythm, his body driving into mine, every thrust taking us to dizzying heights… and his eyes never strayed from mine, not once. It felt like he was imprinting himself on my soul. He didn’t need to. He already owned it.
Pressure built at my core, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring, until it felt like I couldn’t take anymore and gasps shot from my op
en lips. And then I crashed off the edge. Reno’s mouth caught my cry as I fell apart, my body contracting around him as white light exploded behind my eyes and pleasure coursed through every cell in my body. He followed me over seconds later, movements jerky and erratic as he thrust into me as far as he could go, his mouth opening over mine on a silent groan before he stilled, damp head falling into the hollow beneath my throat.
I felt a smile form on my lips as his weight sank into me, our chests slick with sweat and our pounding hearts beating in sync between us. It was everything I’d imagined, everything I’d wished our first time had been. It was everything I’d ever wanted.
It was too good to last.
Twenty-Nine
Riley