Reed's Reckoning
A few of the wives wipe their eyes and excuse themselves to the ladies room as well. Bobbie slaps me on the back and calls the waitress over to order a round of shots. We don’t talk anymore about my relationship but instead move to more manly subjects.
When the girls return from the restroom, I know something happened because Ari’s smile is forced. She shakes her head at me and gives me a look that says she’ll tell me later. Little does she know, I don’t plan on doing much talking later.
Chapter 15
Ari
My feet are going to fall off. Why did I think it was a good idea to dance in these shoes? I start to undo the straps and kick them off when Reed’s large hand covers mine.
“What are you doing?”
“Saving my feet from a terrible death. If I don’t let them loose, I’m afraid I will never walk again.”
“No, leave them on. Maybe you shouldn’t have said yes to every man that asked you to dance tonight.” His tone is snarky.
“You’re kidding, right? You started it! I didn’t want to dance at all.”
“I didn’t start shit. I asked my very beautiful woman to dance with me, not the entire offensive line. You should have declined.”
“You are a Neanderthal!”
He shrugs and squeezes my knee, making my skin tingle. His fingers draw light patterns over the skin on my thigh and the sexual tension in the car is scorching.
When we get to his house, he surprises me by picking me up and carrying me inside, and doesn’t stop in the house, and instead, walks us back to the cabana. The area is dimly lit with lanterns spread out and lights illuminating the pool, which seem to be changing colors. There’s a bottle of champagne in a cooler on the bar with two flutes. I gasp when I see rose petals scattered everywhere including the water.
“How did you do this?”
“I had help.” He doesn’t tell me more
Reed stops at the bar and places me on top, then shifts and pours us some champagne. When he hands it to me, he raises his hand in a toast.
“Finally, after too many fucking years, I have you back in my arms alone tonight. You are beautiful, Arianna Rose Williams, and you are mine. I’m a lucky son of a bitch.” He stares into my eyes and the depth of his crystal blues penetrate through to me. I sip the champagne and set my glass down carefully not breaking the stare.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him in closer and bend to kiss him. Starting softly, I outline his mouth with small pecks while massaging the back of his neck. Turning my head to the side, I slip my tongue through the slit of his lips and urge him to open wider. He’s holding back, letting me control this kiss. I scoot up and feel his growing erection against the wet silk of my thong. My sundress is bunched up around my hips and his hands grip my thighs tight as I continue the assault on his mouth. My body is strumming with need.
Leaning back slowly, I resume staring into his eyes–his face reflects the same longing I feel. When I start to unbutton his shirt, he doesn’t move to help me but instead steps back so I can reach every button. When I pull the shirt over his shoulders, he shakes his arms and it drops to the ground. His torso glows in the dim light and I lick my lips at the sight. I’ve seen him shirtless several times over the last few weeks; hell, he even sleeps without a shirt. But it’s like I’m looking at him with a new appreciation. His muscles are tight and firm and my fingers slide over his biceps and abdomen softly feeling every ridge. The level of intimacy surrounding us electrifies the air. His rough hands work their way up my sides taking the dress with them. Lifting my arms to help, I hear him moan when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. My skin tingles with a chill in the night air once the dress is fully removed. My hair falls down against my chest partially covering my breasts and Reed gently swipes it over my shoulders. His face is level with my hard, aching nipples and he looks at me before taking one gently in his mouth. The feeling of his tongue and teeth against the sensitive skin has me panting. He has to be able to feel my heart racing against his lips.
After a few minutes, he switches sides and gives the other nipple the same attention. His hips rotate against mine and I realize he is sliding off his shoes. I lift up and reach between us to his belt buckle, fumbling several times, it finally comes undone, and he helps me with his button and zipper. I slide them down over his ass and watch his cock spring free. He’s so close to my aching core, I scoot up and grind against him. He moves back and bites gently on my breast before gazing at our bodies pressed together.