Holding Her Hand (The Reed Brothers 9)

“Mine are too. But I’m not in love with you.” I grin. Isn’t that what every man wants to hear?

“Yet.”

My heart skips a beat.

“Give me a chance.”

“Okay,” I whisper, and then I kiss him.

Ryan palms my naked ass, squeezing it roughly, rubbing his palms over my cheeks as I kiss him, and then he jerks me forward so that the ridge of him is pressed against my naked skin.

“Do you want to go back to bed?” he asks out loud.

I nod and then bury my flaming face in his neck. He stands up and hitches me higher, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His steps are quick and determined as he carries me into the bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed and opens a drawer, pulling out a condom. I scoot back a little so he can pull his boxers down and I watch him roll the condom on.

“Are you too sore?” he asks.

I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”

He scoots back on the bed so that his head is on the pillow, and I follow, kissing his chest lightly and then his belly. His stomach contracts as I move around, and I look at his bobbing dick and lick my lips.

“You don’t have to,” he tells me as he palms the back of my head.

“I know. I want to.”

“Next time,” he says, as he grabs me under my arms and lifts me up so that our faces are level. I spread my legs around his hips, and he nudges at my entrance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I sink down on him slowly, watching his face as I take him inside me. His mouth falls open and the rush of his groan hits my ears. I revel in his pleasure, that I can make him happy. But this is about so much more than hearing him find pleasure. It’s about feeling it.

With a quick jerk, he pulls the t-shirt I borrowed from him over my head and I lift up, resting my palms on his chest as I rise all the way to the tip of his cock. Then he grabs my hips and slams me back down. He cries out a guttural curse. Then he freezes.

I’m fine, I tell him without words. I rise and fall, matching the frenzy of his hands on my hips. He sits up and pulls me forward so that he can tongue my nipple. With teeth, tongue, lips, and heat, he takes me higher, while I ride him roughly down below. He arches to meet me, and I’m sure he won’t be able to get any closer and it can’t feel any better, but then his fingers slide between my lower lips and strum my clit. He slows my hips a little with the palms of his hands, guiding me. “I’m going to come too fast,” he says out loud.

He pinches my clit gently between his thumb and forefinger and rolls it. And the combination of him moving inside and his ministrations on my clit have my movements growing jerky and unwieldy. I suck in a breath and stare into his eyes as my orgasm washes over me. I stop moving, grinding down as hard as I can on his cock, pressing against his fingers, which haven’t stopped moving yet. I brace my hands on his chest and ride it out, and he stares into my eyes, and then he looks down at that place where we’re joined, wraps an arm around my back and flips us over.

I squeal as I land flat on my back. Then he’s moving over me, slow and measured, and I’m so sensitive that I can feel every slide and every grip, rubbing me from inside, taking me to a new state of pleasure. I close my eyes, squeezing his cock inside me, and he catches my face in his hands and says, “Look at me.”

My eyes open under protest, and what I find staring down at me startles me. Ryan’s eyes are full of something I understand, because it’s how I felt the first time we did this. It’s not just my body opening up and taking him inside. It’s also my heart.

A tear runs down the tip of his nose and drips onto my cheek. I pull him closer, and he wraps his arms under mine, his hands on my shoulders, his face in my neck, as he chants, “Yes yes yes yes yes.”

Then he comes apart in my arms. He burrows in, splintering into pieces, and I take all the shattered bits into me. I take him into me. I take all of him, and I’ll be damned if I ever want to give it back.

When his thrusts begin to slow, I wiggle and he stops moving. He sits up a little and stares into my face. “I understand,” he says.

“I know.” I brush a lock of dark hair from his forehead.

“It’s not too fast?”

“No, it’s not.” I run my hands up and down his naked back, which is sweaty and wonderful.

“It’s not too much.” He sniffles.

“It’s just us.”

“Just us,” he repeats with a nod.

“Just us,” I say again. He falls down beside me and pulls me to lie on his chest. I sink into him and wrap my arm tightly around him. I can feel him shift and remove the condom and he throws it in the wastebasket by the bed.