Dating the Boss (Blue Harbor #2) - Jaclyn Osborn Page 0,42

things used to be?

Chapter Ten

Daniel

Sunday morning, I opened my eyes to see sunlight spilling into the room. The forecast had been right for once. The snow had stopped, and the roads should’ve been clear enough to pack up our things and head home—finally.

So why wasn’t I moving?

I pressed my face to Reed’s nape and tightened the arm around his slender waist. He released a sleepy sigh and scooted back against me, wiggling his ass. Even while asleep he couldn’t get enough. Neither could I. We’d had sex four—five?—times the day before and had kissed so much my lips felt swollen. But I wanted more.

“Are you awake?” Reed asked in an adorably sleepy voice that cracked a bit.

“Yes.”

“The sun’s out.” He entwined our fingers before bringing our joined hands up and kissing my knuckle. The action, along with the sad tone he’d used, tugged at my heart. “Guess we can go home today. I was starting to think we’d be stuck here forever.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t find the right words to convey everything I felt when holding him in my arms and knowing it was probably the last time I’d be able to do so.

I’m being ridiculous.

Even though I’d known Reed for a year, I’d gotten to know him even more over the past three days. But it was way too soon to feel the kinds of things my heart was telling me to feel.

“We should get up,” I said, not moving from my spot.

“Yeah. We should.” He held my arm tighter.

Fuck it.

I rose up and hovered over him, my chest cracking when I saw his watery eyes. Our mouths then slammed together. I wasn’t sure who kissed who, but it didn’t matter. We both wanted that moment to last a little longer.

“Fuck me, Daniel,” Reed moaned as I kissed the hollow of his pale throat.

“Are you sure you’re not too sore?” I asked, settling between his legs.

In the past, I had bottomed a few times and was so sore after I could barely even walk.

“Mhm. I’m fine.” He dug his fingertips into my ass cheeks to tug me closer. “Need you. Need this.”

Our cocks glided together as we kissed. I was already rock hard, and he was getting there too. I took both of us into my hand and slowly stroked. He groaned when I dipped my tongue into his mouth. I loved the taste of him and how his soft hair smelled like woodsmoke.

Reed tore from my mouth and grabbed the box of condoms we’d placed on the nightstand, taking one out and unwrapping it. He rolled it on my dick as I retrieved the lubricant. His ass was still stretched from the night before and accepted me with little resistance as I pushed into his tight heat.

“Too damn good,” he muttered against my lips as I started a slow pace with my hips.

If this was the last time we’d get to do this, I wanted it to be memorable, not just a quick fuck to get off.

“Like this?” I asked before kissing his smooth jaw.

Reed nodded and clawed my shoulders, tilting his head back against the pillow. His light brown hair fanned out around him, the strands messy and wild. Even so, he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on. Minutes passed as I moved inside him, the bed creaking with each slow thrust.

“Daniel,” he breathily said a while later, opening his hazel eyes and peering up at me. “I… I’m gonna…”

I faltered in rhythm when his ass began to clench around me. He felt too goddamn amazing. After a few more thrusts, I joined him in orgasm, dropping my head to his shoulder. His fingers moved through my hair as white-hot pleasure crashed into me.

Afterward, I rolled off him and pulled him to my side. He nuzzled my arm.

“What do you say we make good use of that claw-foot tub before we go?” Reed said. “I’ve always wanted to take a bath in one of those.”

Was he delaying the inevitable just like I was? Finding any reason possible to stay there a little bit longer?

“I’ll go start the water,” I said, pulling from his embrace. His hand fell to the mattress, and he watched me get out of bed. I walked to the bathroom and knelt down by the tub before starting the water. Once it was warm, I put in the stopper.

After today, I had no choice but to return to my previous distant attitude and keep him at arm’s length.