Reed's Reckoning

I haven’t heard from Reed all day and find myself more disappointed than I should be. He said he’d be back tomorrow, but I hoped he’d call Davis tonight. I saved the message from Sunday afternoon and listened to it a dozen times. There’s no doubt that he was about to say ‘I love you’, but stopped himself. It had to be a slip of the tongue. There’s no way he meant to say it. It’s too soon.

After pouring my glass of wine, there’s a soft knock on the door. I see Reed’s truck through the living room window and my heart races. As soon as I open the door, I’m yanked into a rock hard chest and wrapped in his arms. The scent of his cologne surrounds me as I sink into him. His hold on me is tight but I’m able to tilt my head slightly. He stares down at me with heat in his eyes. I wiggle one arm out of his hold and run my hand across his cheek until my fingers touch his lips. He parts them slightly and touches the tip of his tongue to my fingertips. Neither one of us says anything but the energy between us buzzes.

I lift up and put my mouth lightly on his. He lets me go and grabs my waist picking me up. My legs and arms wrap around him automatically. Fire ignites in my body and I deepen the kiss as he walks us into the house and kicks the door shut with his foot. My back hits the wall and his hands cup my ass. Our tongues swirl in rhythm and I pour myself into the kiss. I thrust my hips against his waist and feel his erection hitting directly at my core. Need and lust runs through my body, heating everything in its wake. The friction of our hips grinding against each other feels amazing. His groans fill the room and I slow the kiss remembering where we are. He feels me pulling away and moves his lips across my cheek until he hits my ear.

“I fucking missed you,” he whispers. The sexiness of his voice causes me to grind against him again.

There’s no doubt the moisture between my legs has seeped through the flimsy material of my shorts. My nipples strain against the lace of my bra and I start to pant. Jesus Christ! How embarrassing.

“Did you miss me, Arianna?”

I can’t talk so I nod against his neck. One hand glides down my leg and into the hem of my shorts. His finger grazes the edge of the silk of my underwear. He moves the silk to the side and rubs his fingers between my swollen lips. He teases me with his touch until I moan.

“Say it. Say you missed me and I’ll take care of you.”

Smug bastard.

Shaking my head, not giving him the satisfaction. He removes his fingers but uses his whole hand to cup my sex and squeezes. I cry out and then bury my mouth on his shoulder trying to smother the sounds I can’t stop from making. My body begs for the pleasure but my mind won’t give in.

“I feel you trembling. I know exactly what you need. All you have to do is say three little words. ‘I missed you’.”

I try to wiggle away, but his body and one arm has me pinned against the wall. I swivel my hips against his hand trying to get enough contact to relieve myself, but he twists his wrist and squeezes again. The need for release seeps all the way down to my toes. Then I think of something that may get to him.

“Reed?” I whisper.

“Hmmm?”

“If you don’t want to take care of me, I’ve got a very talented BOB in my room that’ll do it. The thought of it actually excites me.”

His body stiffens and his eyes meet mine shining with desire.

“Not fucking happening.” His fingers move back to my slickness and he slides two inside me roughly. The intrusion feels incredible and I tighten around him.

“Jesus, Ari. My dick is jealous of my fingers right now. Your pussy is smooth as silk and heat is coating my hand. I feel every muscle straining. Do you know how bad I want to taste you? Run my tongue along every bare inch of your skin and suck until you scream?”

Moaning at his words, I feel pressure building at the pit of my stomach.

He moves his finger faster inside of me and moves his thumb to my clit. My body explodes against his hand and I throw my head back against the wall, writhing against him. He licks and kisses lightly along my neck as I try to regain my breath.

“Fucking beautiful.”

I stay quiet until I can form words. When my eyes meet his, he is grinning widely. If my brain was working I would spout off a sarcastic reply, but everything in my body is affected by the orgasm this man just gave me. He slides his hand out of my shorts and walks us to the sofa. He sits with me still wrapped around him and hugs me close.