Sizzling(Buchanans, Book 3)(59) by Susan Mallery
She reached Reid’s room before she’d decided. The door stood partially open and she stepped inside.
She was met by soft, seductive music, lit candles everywhere and the man of her dreams walking toward her. As he took her in his arms and kissed her, she knew the answer to the question was no, she didn’t have the strength or the will to walk away from him. She was going to play this to the end. If she got hurt, she would deal with the pain.
“I didn’t think you’d ever get here,” he said as he kissed his way down the side of her neck.
She wore a long-sleeved shirt. He unfastened the first couple of buttons, then pushed the fabric off her shoulder so he could kiss her there.
“I have chocolate wine and chocolate-dipped strawberries,” he murmured against her skin. “Prepare to be seduced.”
“You’ll love it,” he said. “Trust me.”
Her mind and her body fought for her attention. On the one hand, it was impressive that the original Mr. “I take a woman who is willing and does the asking” had put himself out there. On the other, the warm brush of his lips made her not really care about anything else.
He straightened and pulled her into his arms. They began to sway to the music, a sexy, sultry Norah Jones song that had a beat built in desire.
Reid kept one hand on the small of her back and slipped the other through her hair, then he kissed her.
His mouth was warm and demanding. She parted for him. He slipped inside, his tongue brushing hers in a way designed to excite her. His body was hard and unyielding, already aroused. The feel of his erection against her belly sent heat and need spiraling through her.
He wanted her. He wanted her. Impossibility battled with reality and reality won. She threw both arms around him and abandoned herself to the moment.
She kissed him with all she had, meeting him stroke for stroke, then closing her lips around his tongue and sucking. He stiffened, his arousal pulsed, then he nipped her bottom lip and pulled back.
“How about the chocolate wine?” he asked.
She opened her eyes. “Not necessary.”
“But I have the whole seduction planned. Especially the chocolate part.”
Which was sweet. He’d obviously gone to a lot of trouble. She appreciated the gesture. “Seriously, later, I’ll be all over that chocolate wine. But not right now.”
She stepped back and toed off her shoes. After pulling off her socks, she dropped her jeans, then tossed them onto the sofa. She moved up against him, took his hands in hers and put them on her butt…the very butt left bare by the thong she was wearing.
His breath caught. He squeezed her curves, then eased one hand around to her hip. He pushed the scrap of silk down her legs and she stepped out of it. Then he slipped his fingers between her thighs and began to touch her with an expertise that took her breath away.
He found her center and began to tease it, moving slowly around the heart of her desire, but not quite touching it. He did that again and again, until she was close to begging. She stood, her legs parted, her hands on his shoulders, needing him to keep her balanced and at the same time wanting him to rock her world. Just when she was about to give in and shove his hand into place, he slipped a single finger inside of her and pressed his thumb exactly where she needed him most.
Sensations rippled through her. Tension rose as muscles tensed and her breathing increased. He knew exactly how to do that, how to circle and rub and excite. It was as if he had been hard-wired into her brain and could feel what she was feeling.
With each second he touched her, she moved closer to her orgasm. There was no ebb and flow, no reaching and hoping. It was just a steep, slick, wet, downhill slide to paradise. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and prayed her trembling legs continued to support her. She supposed she could have suggested they move things to the sofa, but she didn’t want to break the mood of the moment. Not when she was already so close.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
Startled, she did as he requested, opening her eyes and staring into his.
Fire lurked there. Bright, hot need that excited her more.
“I like doing this,” he said, his voice low and heavy with his own need. “I like touching you, arousing you. I like how wet you are and how I can feel you shaking. I like everything about your body. The softness of your skin, the way you start to contract even before you’re totally over the edge. I want you, Lori. I want you bad.”
His erotic words quickened her breathing. She started to close her eyes, but then forced them to stay open.
“Come for me.”
It was more of a request than a command, but it was enough. She crashed over the edge, her body convulsing in perfect pleasure. He kept his thumb on her even as he mimicked the act of love and thrust two fingers inside of her, in and out. Contractions shuddered through her and she groaned out her surrender.
She had barely come back to reality when he leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back and savored the feel of his body against hers. This was only the beginning, she thought happily as he unfastened the last few buttons on her shirt, unhooked her bra and tossed both on the floor. Then his hands were on her br**sts.
He cupped her curves before touching the very tip of her tight ni**les. After a couple of seconds, he broke the kiss and bent his head so he could take her right breast in his mouth.
He sucked deeply, pulling at her skin while his fingers caressed her other breast. The connection between her sensitive br**sts and her still throbbing center strengthened. She felt each stroke, each lick, each circle of his tongue deep inside. Despite the extraordinary orgasm of a minute or two ago, she found herself getting aroused.
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