"For you," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear, and she smiled in delight at the idea of being so very thoroughly taken care of.
He kissed her thoroughly. His mouth teasing all over her body. His beard tickling her skin as his lips found her inner thighs, her waist, the swell of her breasts.
He wasn't anywhere near her core, and yet she felt the throbbing need. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to dull the demanding ache, but it was impossible. She was too tightly bound.
"Just let go," he murmured, as his lips brushed her own. "Just let it take you."
Then he was moving down, lower and lower. His hands on her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples. His mouth moving inexorably toward her core until, finally, she felt his tongue on her clit, and her hips bucked with a silent demand for more.
And Reece, thank goodness, obeyed.
His tongue. His lips. The scruff of his beard. Suddenly, they were all concentrated between her legs. All driving her crazy.
Expertly, he used his hands to cup her rear, angling her toward him, letting his tongue slide into her folds, then tease her clit. Everything he did was driving her crazy, but it was a slow build. A slow burning fire. But the more he continued, the more she wanted the explosion.
She was horny as hell, there was no other way to describe it. Her entire body seemed to crave him, and she was wetter than she could ever remember. Her breasts ached, and every inch of her skin was an erogenous zone.
She wanted to move. To touch herself. To alleviate some of the achy, burning need. But she could only endure and enjoy, losing herself in a pleasure so intense it bordered on torture.
His mouth closed over her clit, and he sucked and teased as she moaned with increasing passion, her hips bucking as much as the restraints would allow. He was right. She needed this. Needed to be teased and played and taken. Touched and stroked and used.
Again, she fought against the bindings, but to no avail. She couldn't move. She had no choice but to succumb to the building sensation. Rising and rising until he pushed her all the way--and when the climax broke over her, she knew that he'd been right.
He'd very thoroughly relaxed her.
She was exhausted now. Spent. Reece. She tried to whisper his name, but sleep was pulling her under, and she wasn't sure if she'd spoken his name out loud.
It didn't matter. He'd just given her the best present ever. He'd sent her to oblivion on orgasmic wings. And when she woke the next morning, his name was still on her lips.
She was untied, and considering how much she had to pee she appreciated that little fact.
She was alone in bed, though, and she didn't appreciate that.
She rolled over to touch his pillow and found it warm. She also found a note. Full shift at The Fix today. Left you breakfast tacos in the fridge to microwave. Go to a clinic if you still feel bad. Home after closing. Call if you need anything. Love you, R
She smiled, loving that he'd thought to get her breakfast. But then the idea of food set in, and her smile faded, replaced by a horrible twisting in her gut.
What the--?
But there was no time for the thought. She raced to the bathroom, collapsed onto her knees in front of the toilet, and barfed her guts up.
Was she sick? Except for her stomach, she felt fine. Great even. So maybe she'd eaten something bad? But what?
She considered the question as she washed up, trying to remember everything she'd eaten last night. Then she headed to the kitchen to make coffee, only to be caught short when the smell of the coffee grinds made her want to bolt back to the bathroom.
Oh, no.
Surely not. But her phone was out and she was dialing Amanda before she could talk herself out of it.
"Not all of us rise with the sun," Amanda said without preamble.
"I think I'm pregnant." There was no trace of sleep in her voice. Now, she was wide awake.
"What? Oh! Okay, we've got this. Just don't panic."
"I'm not. I'm okay." That was true enough. Now that her stomach had calmed down, she felt completely centered. Hell, she felt wonderful.
"Did you take a pregnancy test?" Amanda asked.