I'm in It (The Reed Brothers 10)

She picks up a bottle and squirts something into her hands. “What’s that?” I ask.

She leans toward me and holds her palm close to my nose. “Lotion.” She pulls back and lifts her leg to the edge of the bed, bending her knee.

“Wait.” I sit up and scoot close to her. I take her hand and scrape the lotion from her hand into my palm, and then I rub my hands together, getting it warm. “Let me,” I say, grinning up at her.

“You want to put lotion on me?

” she says, her gaze doubtful.

“I’d like nothing more.” I motion for her to sit, and she sinks down onto the covers. Tapping her leg so she’ll adjust her body, I lift her feet onto the bed and start at her ankles. I skim up the back of her calf, and look up to find her biting her lower lip as she watches my hands.

“That feels really good,” she says softly.

“Yeah, you do,” I reply. I smile at her, but she doesn’t smile back. She just stares at me, her gaze hot and needy.

Ever since I told her about Nicky, I’ve felt like Wren has been a little more open. She trusts me a little more, and I feel like, deep down, she’s ready for the same things I am. She’s ready for a family. She’s ready for me. She’s ready to take me deep inside her. At least I hope she’s ready. We just have to find some privacy long enough to do it. Our time will come. I’m just not sure when it’ll finally be.

I turn my body so that I can sit between her legs, spreading her legs around me as she lies back on the pillows. She stares at me sitting there, as I massage lotion into her skin.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, my voice rough and abrasive even to my own ears.

She grins. “Honestly?”

“Yes, honestly. Tell me what you’re thinking.” I grab for more lotion and squirt it into my palm. I don’t think to warm it up and she squeals when my hand touches her skin. She laughs, and tries to push my hands away, but I stroke quickly until it’s warm, and she relaxes.

“I’m thinking about…how much I want you inside me,” she says quietly.

My heart jolts. “Tell me more.” I can’t look at her face, so I concentrate on her skin. She has a mole on her inner thigh, so I circle it over and over with my thumb, pressing and releasing.

“I want to feel you move, inside me.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Me too. “What do you think it will feel like?” I ask.

She lifts her foot and nudges my dick, which is hard as a rock and straining against my lounge pants. I move her foot away, because even her foot touching me is too much. It’s painful and wonderful all at once.

She grumbles, but puts her foot back on the bed, flat, so her knees are bent but her thighs are open.

“What will it feel like, when I’m deep inside you?” I ask again. I nudge her leg. “Tell me.”

“I think you’ll slide inside me, nice and slow, and then you’ll stop, and you’ll wait, because the moment will be so perfect neither of us wants it to end. We’ll come together like we were made for you to be inside me.”

“Do we have to come together that quick? Or can it take a few minutes?”

She laughs and nudges my shoulder with her foot. “It’ll be quick the first time. You’ll push your way inside me until you can’t go any farther. Then you’ll stop and look into my eyes, the way you do. Sometimes I think you can see all the way to my soul, Mick, when you look at me. It scares me, but it’s good too, you know?”

“I do know.” I know exactly what she means. “What’ll happen then, when I’m deep inside you, when I can’t go any farther?”

“You’ll be buried so deep that it hurts. But I won’t mind. I’ll ask for it. I’ll wrap my legs around you and pull you in deeper with the heels of my feet against your ass.”

My breaths grow shallow, and sweat beads my forehead. I lift my forearm to wipe it away.

“Are you okay?” she whispers.

“Fine,” I say. I get more lotion and slide farther up between her legs, getting closer to her center. I rub the insides of her thighs, and she begins to squirm, rocking her hips. “What do you need?” I ask.

She laughs quietly. “You. Just you.”

“Tell me more. What happens next, after I’m buried so deep I can’t go any farther, and you pull me in as far as you can with your heels? What happens then?”