She nods effusively, her body grinding against mine, her lips a breath away from mine, begging to be kissed.
“And,” I whisper, on the cusp of pressing my lips against hers, “you’ll stay at my house this week, while you’re ‘shadowing’ and ‘interviewing’ me. In one of my guestrooms, if you want. Or in my room, with me. Either way, you’ll stay at my house this week.”
She lets out the softest of moans as she continues rubbing herself against me. “I suppose it would be easier to follow you around, if I’m staying at your house.”
I’m trembling with arousal. I whisper, “Say yes, Georgina.”
“Yes.”
I skim my lips against hers, desperate to breach her borders and claim her. “We’ve got a deal?” I say softly. “What do you say, baby?”
She grinds herself hard against me. Grabs either side of my head and grips my hair. She’s breathing hard. Dry humping me like her life depends on it. “What do I say?” she murmurs breathlessly, her eyes half-mast. “I say ‘Yes,’ Mr. Rivers.” She smiles. “Actually, no.” Her eyes ignite. “I say, ‘Yes... yes... yesss.’”
Chapter 26
Georgina
With a low growl, Reed smashes his lips into mine. And, I swear, I almost come as his tongue slides inside my mouth. In short order, we’re passionately kissing, both of us on fire. I clutch at him feverishly as I kiss him, grind myself against his steely hard-on beneath me, desperate for him.
“Consider this my first lap dance,” I gasp into Reed’s hungry lips. And in reply, he slides his strong hands down my back, straight to my ass cheeks, and grips me hard. Like I’m a life preserver and he’s a drowning man. Like I’m a drug and he’s the junkie. All of it, making my body jolt and writhe on top of him with pleasure.
I thought I remembered what it felt like to kiss this scorching hot, formidable, sexy asshole of a man. But I was wrong. Before this moment, I rated kisses in my head as good, great, and fire. But, now, I’m being forced to recalibrate as I realize the top rating possible for any kiss, for the rest of my days, won’t be fire any longer. Forevermore, it will always be: Reed Rivers.
I can’t get enough. And, clearly, Reed feels the same way. As he kisses me, he touches me voraciously. My cheeks. Neck. Hair. Ass. And with every touch of his fingertips, palms, lips, and tongue, every grind of his hard-on against my throbbing center, his body confesses the truth: he was never, ever going to let me walk out that door to hook up with Caleb. No fucking way. My body is his, until this thing, whatever it is, has run its course. Exactly like he said.
As our kiss intensifies, Reed lifts my skirt, and I spread my thighs, giving him the access my body so forcefully craves.
I’m vaguely aware the crowd in the arena is roaring as RCR finishes playing a song. But then, the band launches into their next song—their huge smash hit, “Shaynee”—one of my all-time favorites—and I can’t help gasping with added excitement.
“I’ll take you to see the show another night,” Reed growls hoarsely into my lips, apparently reading my body language. “You can pick the city, baby. I’ll fly us wherever you want to go and we’ll sit front-row center. But right now, you’re staying right here. Right now, you’re all mine, baby.” With that, Reed’s fingers breach the crotch of my cotton panties and slide deliciously inside me, making me moan. “You’re so wet,” he growls.
He begins stroking my aching clit with his slick fingers while simultaneously, with his other hand, lifting my shirt and pushing my bra off and away. When my breasts are freed from their entrapment... Reed leans back from kissing me to look at them. And what he sees, clearly, he likes a lot. With an animalistic growl, he leans in and devours me. Sucking. Licking. Reveling. Holy shit, he’s freaking motorboating me! And all the while, he’s continuing to finger-fuck me with zealous expertise.
A sound of pure pleasure lurches out of me. A sound no human has ever manufactured unless they’re dying or coming hard. My eyes roll back into my head... my insides clench and warp in slow motion... my clit zings and aches with a tingling, zinging warning... and then... Bam! A rocket of bliss envelops me as my center and everything connected to it, including the deepest muscles of my core, begin clenching so hard, I’m seeing little white stars.
“Oh, God, Georgina,” Reed says, his breathing labored. “You’re so fucking incredible.” He tilts his lap sharply, sliding me off him, sending me onto my back on the couch. His eyes on fire and his body quaking with lust, Reed yanks up my skirt, and begins peeling off my moistened undies. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the minute I saw you.”