She had to smother another giggle. “But it’s really funny. ”
He was going to give her something that he was going to find hilarious as fuck when he saw her face after he paddled her for making fun—
“This is the same panty and bra set I was wearing during T.A’s wedding.”
Dammit. He started laughing.
Dropping his head onto her shoulder, he admitted the truth. “I don’t deserve you,” he said achingly against her skin.
“I know.” Her giggles stopped as she turned her face toward his. “But you have me, anyway.”
He glided his hand to her shoulder, tugging down her bra strap, then claiming the tender flesh underneath. “Forever and ever.”
“Let’s get through the here and now, and I’ll be happy.”
“Then it doesn’t take much to make you happy.” Palming her breast in his hand, he used his thumb to stroke her nipple. They were the size of quarters, with the tips a dusky rose color. Licking one with the tip of his tongue, he saw goosebumps rise up on her arms.
“You’re so sensitive.” Letting the warm air from his mouth blow on her nipple, he watched as it peaked, begging to be touched. Swirling the nipple inside his mouth, the pounding desire that he had before came back in a rush. Ginny was right; he was domineering. He would cover her with his body and wreak the same havoc on her senses that she was doing to him.
Conscious of it being her first time having a man’s hands on her, Reaper started arousing Ginny slowly, letting her feel the sharp nip of his teeth on her nipple, then soothing it with his tongue. Learning the taste of her skin, he glided his mouth to her other breast as he unconsciously moved closer to her side.
Darting kisses between her breasts and down to her waist, he discovered a belly button that was so sensitive that he had her twisting on the sheet.
“If you had done this during T.A’s wedding, we would have been arrested,” she moaned out.
“No.” Using his fingertips, he peeled her panties off. “Most of the guests were Last Riders—they would have joined in.”
“Huh?”
Shocked at what he said, she started to rise into a sitting position. Reaper pushed her back down.
Going to his knees, he spread her thighs to see the pretty pink of her pussy. Pressing a finger to her clit, he saw she wasn’t wet enough to take him, so he began playing with the shy petal. The flashes of memories that had destroyed his attempts before were nowhere in sight as he gradually eased one finger inside of her.
“You worked at the clubhouse; did you never go upstairs?”
From her shocked reaction, he knew she hadn’t. However, he couldn’t help teasing her, especially when it was making his finger wetter.
“No, I wasn’t allowed upstairs. And even if I had, I wouldn’t have watched.”
Removing his finger, Reaper went down on her to drive his chaste, little virgin out of her mind. He smiled against her pussy when she tried to close her thighs.
“Did I tell you to move?”
She returned her legs back to her spread-eagle position.
Lifting her ass into his hand, he lifted her higher against his mouth as he stroked his tongue inside of her, making her tight channel loosen so he could drive the length of his tongue into her.
Ginny gave another breathy little moan that had his cock pushing upward to his stomach.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Pulling his tongue out, he started playing between her labia again, feeling the welcoming wetness he was searching for.
Getting to his feet, he stared down at her on the blue sheet. Every part of her body was ready for him, from her taut breasts to her damp pussy, which was softly glowing with her glistening juices. Removing his pants, his desire was burning, fueling his actions and holding his nightmares at bay. Sinking to his knees between Ginny’s soft thighs, contrasting to his more muscular ones. The view gave him a surge of masculinity, wanting to seek out and conquer her mysterious depths.
Placing his cock at the beginning of her opening, he froze.
“Gavin … make love to me. Please ….”
Placing a hand on sheet beside her shoulder, he braced himself to move away from her when Ginny clamped her thighs around his hips and lifted up.
Giving a low groan, Reaper sank deep into Ginny’s depths and didn’t come up for air. He was sucked into the sensations, as if he dived into an