Always You (Love Hurts 1)

“Yeah. You looked like you had a few things on your mind,” he said pointedly, jerking his head toward Wrenn. I flushed. Fuck. If he’s noticed, who else has? He laughed. “It’s okay, dude. You’re allowed to look. I do it all the time,” he added, chuckling, as he turned to check out Wrenn’s ass.

I wanted to punch him. I wanted to grab hold of his face and wipe that little smirk off it. I wanted to drag him outside and pulverize him for even looking at her. Fists clenched by my sides, I swallowed my anger, willing myself not to react. This possessiveness I felt was so new to me. I excused myself to the bathroom, needing to get away; I needed to pull myself together.

Out of the living room and into the hallway, I leaned against the wall, trying to pull myself together. This is crazy. I was going to crack and ruin everything. I was better off faking a headache and leaving. But of course the fact that I’d had a headache would get back to mom…

Wrenn appeared from nowhere, grabbing my hand and leading me away. She took me upstairs, into a room—her room—shutting the door behind her.

“You look so angry, Mr. Reid,” she said, her voice sultry as she wrapped her arms around my waist. She gazed up into my eyes. She was still a few inches shorter than me, even in those heels.

“I can’t stand other men even looking at you, Wrenn,” I growled.

Her lips found mine as we kissed, and I literally felt my anger melt away. I cupped her face with one hand, my other exploring her bare thigh. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around my waist. Hoisting her onto my hips, I pushed her back against the wall, desperate for more of her, anything she would give me. I was hard as fuck, and she giggled as her hand brushed past my erection, her eyes smiling up at me.

“I take it you like my dress?” she breathed, her mouth on mine.

“I’d prefer it off you,” I growled, my hand at the base of her head, raking through her long, dark hair. We kissed again, my hands running all over her curves. She gasped as I carried her over to her bed and threw her down.

“I don’t have a lock on my door,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“What are the chances someone is going to walk in on us?” I asked her, nuzzling her neck. She breathed in deeply as my fingers traced her inner thigh. My tongue began to circle her neck as I ran my index finger along her panties. I felt her legs clench against my hips as she let out a soft moan. “God, I want to taste you,” I muttered.

I reached under her dress and pulled her panties down, over her legs, tossing them aside. I pushed her knees apart, chuckling at her mortified expression.

“Has anybody ever gone down on you before?” I asked, kissing her thigh.

She shook her head violently, making me laugh again.

“Just relax.”

I slowly kissed my way down her inner thigh, amazed at how soft her skin was. With each kiss she jumped, knowing that each kiss brought me closer to her sex. I breathed in her scent, running my tongue along the length of her pubic hair. She gasped, her back arching against the sensation of my tongue. Her legs curled around my shoulders, her hand raking through my hair.

God, she tastes good.

My mouth on her, I began to lick, the sensation of my tongue dipping into the softness of her pussy so fucking hot. I could stay here and do this to her all fucking night.

She spread her knees further apart, her hand gripping the back of my hair as my tongue caressed her wetness. She lifted her legs until they rested on my shoulders. Whimpering softly, her fingers traveled up her stomach until they reached her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingertips, arching her back.

“Oh!” she cried as her hips bucked into me, begging me to go deeper and further inside of her. Curling my arms around her hips, I thrust her toward me as my tongue slammed deep inside her, penetrating her.

“Oh hell yes,” she cried, throwing her arm over her mouth to muffle her screams as she began to climax. “God, don’t stop,” she gasped, again gripping the back of my head. My movements slowed right down. I licked her slowly, enjoying watching her try to squirm out of my grasp. She sat up, her cheeks flushed, pulling me up toward her.

“Holy shit, that was so good,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. Her mouth crushed against mine, her taste still so fresh.

“Wrenn?”

We both froze, staring at each other.

“Just a minute,” she called out. “The balcony!” she hissed, her eyes wide with fear.

I nodded and sprung into action. Opening the door just wide enough for me to squeeze out, I disappeared into the darkness. I waited there, catching my breath, my eyes closed as I listened.

“Hey, honey. Have you seen Dalton? He was looking a little off before, and now I can’t find him.” Layna. I knew she was checking up on me. Damn Mom.

“I think I saw him head out the front before? He was on the phone . . . ”

“Okay. I better get back downstairs. Are you okay? You’re looking a little flushed. Do you have a fever?”

I clamped my hand over my mouth to smother my snigger as Wrenn insisted she was fine. After the door closed I rapped on the balcony door and waited until Wrenn appeared.