Overwhelmed by You (Tear Asunder 2)

I collapsed, my head on his shoulder, breathing raspy and heart pounding. I began to hear the cars speeding by and the odd horn beeping at us and realized anyone looking could see me sitting on top of him only in my bra.

And it didn’t matter.

He cradled my chin in his palm and brought my mouth in close to his where he kissed me all sweet and gentle. “That was hot.” He kissed my shoulder then my neck and up to my lips again.

“You left me for a bit. Where did you go?” That emotionless, almost cold, expression he’d had for a few seconds.

“My cock inside you?”

I gave him a duh look, eyes wide, brows raised, and lips pouting.

“My finger in your ass?”

“Yeah, Ream.”

“Then I wasn’t anywhere but in you.”

Fine, he didn’t want to talk about it, and I wasn’t ruining great car sex by pushing it. “You owe me new panties.” I slipped off of him and fell back in my seat and put my clothes back on minus the underwear. “And I like expensive ones.”

“I’ll buy you the whole goddamn store, beautiful.”

I realized I really liked it when he called me beautiful. The scars I had … they’d always be there looking back at me in the mirror. They were now a part of my story.

So was my MS.

And it was time my story was told.

When we arrived at the farm it was noon and no one was there. Logan left a note on the fridge that was in his usual direct tone. “Get to the studio. You’re late. I told you to be back by nine.”

Shit, that must have been what he told Ream on the phone last night after I spoke to Emily. Ream didn’t look too concerned though as he crumpled the note, tossed it in the garbage then snagged me around the waist and brought me up against him. “I’m in your bed tonight.”

Having a say in the matter wasn’t really any option, he was stating a fact, and Ream stating a fact meant it was happening. And I wasn’t going to argue because I wanted him in my bed so I nodded. He kissed me and I melted into him, unable to resist the way his mouth moved over mine and sent my stomach into an all-out party.

“You painting today?”

I nodded, wondering how on earth I would concentrate when all I could think about was Ream sleeping in my bed tonight and what that entailed. I thought I might paint my first nude today. It wasn’t like I needed Ream to model—his body was etched in me. I slid my hand down between us and placed my hand on his cock. It jerked then swelled under my touch.

He groaned, his hands tightening in my hair.

“Do we have time?”

“No,” he said and I pouted. “And the next time I sink inside you, it’s not going to be quick.” He stared at me, eyes intense. “For once I’m taking my sweet ass time.”

The thought made my cheeks feel like they were burning up because spending days in bed with him again … shit, I had an entire day to ponder that thought.

He chuckled and I think I fell a little bit more for him. “Is my Kat blushing? Oh, baby, you just sealed yourself to me.”

“I didn’t. I’m not. I don’t blush. It’s summer and it’s hot.”

“And we’re in an air-conditioned house. You’re hot and wet thinking about me sinking deep inside you again.” Fine, I was and I really wanted to tear open another condom right now. “Have to go. Be good and no playing.”

My mouth dropped open.

“Yeah. Only I get to get you off today. No playing until I get back.”

Shit.

“I’m not into whips and shit, but I am into anticipation. And I’ll know if you do. That lazy look in your eyes … Don’t think you can hide it from me, Kitkat.”

I guess painting a nude of Ream was out of the question. I’d never last the afternoon.

Ream kissed me again then let me go and was gone.

I was left standing with a throbbing clit and wondering if he could really tell if I pulled out my bunny. I hopped in the shower, a cold shower that was really quick before I changed my mind and said screw Ream’s no-play order. But taking the chance he’d find out then making me wait for the long sweet ass sex … not worth it.

I texted Emily and found out she was helping Robert with a new racehorse. I suspected Logan didn’t know she was, because no matter how tight they were, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d let her go to that developer’s place alone. I’d heard Robert had hit on her right in front of Logan the first time they met.

I could only imagine what he did. Logan had this unemotional expression that was super scary. I may tease him, but I wasn’t stupid enough to screw with that expression. My guess was Robert would find that out if he even looked at Emily the wrong way.

I painted the rest of the day, working on an abstract of Clifford from a photo I’d taken of him rolling, all four legs straight up in the air, the sun beaming down on his red and white barrel. I’d decided to do another series since my Havoc one did so well, this one of Clifford. It would be more abstract and fun than Havoc’s with the theme of colors linking them together.

I hadn’t forgotten about Lance’s phone call and the mention of cheating. It also bothered me about Ream’s sudden detachment during sex and his avoidance of me going down on him. The thoughts were pesky little flies that I kept swatting aside.

I heard the door then footsteps. Emily strolled into the sunroom wearing her tight black breeches and off white V-neck T-shirt, hair tied in a messy pony tail.

“Details. What happened between you two? Logan was so pissed at Ream. He was worried about you and even called Matt to find out what the deal was. Then he was furious because Ream is supposed to be the business head in the band and they had a new song to record this weekend. I don’t know how many times I heard him say he was irresponsible.” Whoops. Getting on Logan’s bad side was never a good idea. “Don’t worry I calmed him down with the sweetness of my mouth.” We laughed and I plopped my brush into the jar of murky water. “I want to know everything.”