The Consequence of Seduction (Consequence 3)

I looked down.

And paled.

“Wow, how exactly did they give you a penis enlargement? Your doctor does great work, really, but that’s not happening.”

“Calm”—his mouth brushed against mine—“down.”

“Says the Viking.”

“Viking?”

“Getting ready to pillage with his giant—” Reid licked my hip as I stuttered out, “Sword.”

“You do realize I’m trying to make this good for you, yet you keep distracting me with your talking. And do you even comprehend how freaking gorgeous you are? Or the hellish amount of self-control I need to keep myself from just straddling you and sinking into you? Hmm? Do you?”

I opened my mouth, but only a croak came out as my cheeks heated with embarrassment. Did he just say sink? Out loud? Apparently I was also a prude. Great.

“Sex should never be embarrassing . . . though I’m sure sometimes it is, because life is. Sex shouldn’t alter the way you feel about someone; it happens because you can’t imagine waiting one more minute.” He whispered, “One more second, without physically sharing the most intimate part of yourself with the person you lo—” He looked away. “The person you care for.”

Did I hallucinate, or had he been just about to say love?

“We need ground rules before . . .”

“Damn, you don’t make things easy, do you Jordan?”

Rhetorical question? The silence got awkward, but when I opened my mouth, he placed two fingers against my lips.

“No talking.” He nodded. “The only words I approve of are, more, Reid, yes, Reid, harder, Reid, Reid, Reid, Reid, Reid, Reid, and if you didn’t get it the first time, you can say my name, only my name. There will be no thinking about PR, no thinking about Otis, or your stupid plant, or the fact that I bring roses because that’s how my mom taught me to date. There will be tasting, lots of touching, and very close inspection of the most intimate parts of you. No pushing me away, not unless I’m hurting you, and you will not close your eyes. Ever.”

“But why would I—”

“Just keep your eyes open, so I can watch you watching me, so that you’re present, so that I can make sure you know exactly who’s making you feel this way.”

He didn’t give me any warning.

His hands moved between my thighs.

I closed my eyes.

And received a swat on the side of my hip.

I jerked my eyes open and glared.

“Feisty,” he teased. “I can work with that.”

And he did.

He so did.

There was no use fighting him as he played me like an instrument, and after about two seconds I was trying to figure out why the heck I was fighting him in the first place.

His hand left.

I leaned up on my elbows.

Just as his head lowered.

“Reid!” I shouted.

“Hmm?” He glanced up. “Sorry, kinda busy, so you’re going to have to use one of the preapproved words.”

He licked my thigh.

Then bit.

“Ouch.”

“Fail!” Reid snickered. “That wasn’t Reid approved.”

His tongue twirled dangerously close to my core; it was like his mouth was flirting with my leg.

My leg liked it.

Every part of me liked it.

“Reid!” I bucked off the bed. His hands moved to my hips and held me down. “More!”

He looked up and winked. “Love that phrase.”

“Reid.” I let out a little moan as I tried desperately not to float away and pet the unicorn currently flying overhead. Look, a butterfly! I wondered if Reid would be insulted if I took a picture of that wicked mouth of his and burned candles in front of it, you know, to pay tribute. His tongue swirled.

And then his breath was hot on my inner thigh again, raining kisses down my leg, then back up the other leg. My entire body was hot, then cold, then hot again as his mouth bit and nibbled places I didn’t even know existed.

He was going to be the death of me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

REID

She was going to be the absolute death of me. It was like she was embarrassed by how easily her body responded to my every single touch. It was a huge turn-on, making my current situation so difficult I was pouring sweat, and I hadn’t even started on the main course yet.

I was still appetizing.

Her body shuddered.

It arched, it shuddered again, then melted against me.

It was freaking gorgeous—watching her take pleasure without me having to give her permission to do so.

“Take it,” I whispered. “Come on, Jordan, stop thinking.”

“But your mouth was—”

“—making you feel good,” I answered gruffly as my body hummed with awareness of all things her. Hell, her taste was out of this world.

Without any sort of warning, she grabbed my head and jerked my mouth to hers.

Her greedy tongue fighting mine, trying to dominate. I groaned as I fell on my back and pulled her on top of me so her body was straddling mine.

I reached into the nightstand.

And came back empty.

Jordan, clearly enjoying herself way too much to pay attention to my panic, just kept kissing me, thrusting her body all over me in the best of ways.

My hand searched again.

What the hell?

“Hold on.” I sat up, and Jordan fell back, her face flushed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I had a box of condoms right here.” I pointed to the drawer.