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Smart, Sexy and Secretive (The Reed Brothers 2)

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I grin. Thank God. I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t care to have anything between us.

Emily shoves my shoulder, rolls me onto my back, and climbs up to straddle me, her legs spread on top of me. She rocks her hips, sliding back and forth along the ridge of my dick. Her desire sucks at me, and I can’t wait any longer. I reach down and lift my dick so I can slide inside her. She sinks on me, slowly taking me inside. She’s so f**king tight that I can barely breathe, much less move. But she’s so, so, so very wet, and after she rises and falls on me twice, my way is clear. I take her hips in my hands and speed her up a little, but she shakes her finger in my face and scolds me. I reach above me and hook my hands beneath my head. It’s the only f**king way I can keep from taking over. I need her so bad. I look up at her, arching my hips to meet her every fall and retreat.

Emily balances on my chest, her hands flat, as she rolls my piercings with her thumbs. Her lower lip draws between her teeth, and she bites down. Her brown eyes meet mine, and she mouths the words I love you.

Her movements begin to break and falter, and her pace becomes less rhythmic. She tosses her head back, her hair falling over her shoulders. I pull her down to me, changing her angle so that my pubic bone will rub her clit. She cries out, if the hot, wicked little breaths striking my chin are any indication. She’s so f**king wet, and that velvet glove that is her pulls at me. I’m going to come before she does.

I reach down and strum my thumb across her clit, and she leans back ever so slightly to give me access. She smiles, and she speeds up. I watch her face as her eyes close. Her legs begin to shake, but she doesn’t stop. She rides me, her br**sts bouncing, their perfect roundness calling to me. I tug her nipple with my free hand, elongating it with rough pulls.

Emily leans forward, balancing her weight on the palms of her hands, and then she begins to quake. She comes, trembling on top of me. I don’t stop strumming her clit. I work it, watching her face as she rides out the storm. It’s not until she pulls my hand away from her, shaking her head in admonition. She’s sensitive since she just came. She makes me move my hand back, but she doesn’t stop moving above me. I take her hips in my hands and speed her movements, pushing hard into her every time she falls. With a quick tug, I pull her against my chest and spin her over, my arm behind her back. Now she’s below me, and I’m in charge.

I push in and out, and she pulls my head down, her hands tangling in my hair as she kisses me. It’s passionate and sweet and so full of want that I can’t hold off any longer. Her legs wrap around my waist, changing the angle ever so slightly, and I see the look in her eyes. She reaching for a second orgasm, and damn it, I’m going to give it to her.

I bite back my own need to come, and I push her legs toward her chest. Her bottom rises, and I can take every inch of her in this position. Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow and, it’s not until I feel her orgasm wreck her that I let her legs fall and come inside her. I move in her, grunting as she takes me, letting me finish, letting me make us one, letting me have all that she is.

I still on top of her and start to roll to the side, but her arms wrap around me and hold me close. I rest on my elbows, so f**king spent that I can barely move. I lean more heavily onto her and brush her hair back from her face. She’s sweaty and beautiful and mine.

She complains when I move, trying to clutch me closer to her, but I just need to pull the covers back. Then I move her up to the head of the bed and slide in beside her. I cover us both and wrap my arms around her. She reaches over and turns off the lamp. I have a night-light on so that we can have pillow talk, and she doesn’t seem to mind it. She’s facing me so I can see her lips.

“Should we talk about the condom thing?” I ask.

She blinks those pretty brown eyes at me. “I’m on the pill. I think we’re okay.”

I kiss her shoulder. “And if we’re not?”

“Then we still will be.” She grins at me.

Yes, we will be.

Emily

I wake Logan by placing quick kisses across his naked chest. He sleeps like the dead, since he can’t hear. Nothing usually wakes him, but apparently this does. The sheet tents quickly, prompted by the length of his manhood, even before his eyes blink open.

His arm wraps around my naked back, and his blue eyes meet mine. “Morning,” he says, looking down at me. “Why are you so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this early?” he asks. He props a hand beneath his head so he can look down at my face.

“I can assure you there’s nothing bushy about my tail.” I took care of that with a day at the spa before I came back to New York. I laugh when he chuckles and growls, rolling me beneath him. He tosses the covers over his head and inches down my body.

“What are you doing?” I ask. I quickly realize he can’t hear me, and I tap his shoulder. He tosses the covers back and looks up. “What are you doing?” I ask again.

“I didn’t get to see enough of your non-bushy tail last night.” He grins and opens me up with his fingertips, looking down at the most private part of me while he licks his lips. “Not bushy at all,” he says. “Kind of wet, though.” He slides a finger inside me. “Really, really wet.” Another finger joins the first, and he scissors them apart.

His lips rest right above where the triangle of private hair would be if I hadn’t just had a wax, and he kisses me softly. I squirm because what he’s doing feels really good, but I’m also mortified by the intimacy of his actions. He acts like my body has been his since the beginning of time. Like there’s no thought of indecency or embarrassment between us. I like it. I like it a lot. I can imagine him having this same intimacy and more with my body when we’re both old and gray. When we’re helping one another shower rather than having sex in the shower. When we’re bedridden instead of lying in bed making one another sweat. I can already imagine it. And I love it.


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