keep coming here without security.” He sighs, breaking the silence between us as the doors slide open and we head toward his apartment.
“Nobody is going to try and hurt me when I have the devil standing beside me,” I point out, stepping inside when he opens his door. I make my way through the living area and leave my bag on the floor by the sofa and my gun and holster on the coffee table. I pause before continuing toward the bedrooms and look over my shoulder to find him watching me.
“Which room do you want me in?” We both know the answer, but it’s a game we keep playing, nonetheless.
Reid stalks toward me, not stopping until his hands are on my hips and his head is dipped low beside my ear.
“Where I always want you, Cherry, in my bed beside me,” he murmurs, walking me backward to his room. He lifts his hand and shoves the door open, walking us inside and over to the foot of the bed.
One of his hands leaves my hips and drifts up to the little belt cinching my dress together at my waist.
His dark gaze sears into me, daring me to stop him, but as I stare into those hypnotic eyes of his, I realize I don’t want to. I like Reid’s hands on me. He makes me feel alive.
I don’t move as he slowly unties the belt, making the fabric around my bust loosen. Peeling the dress slowly apart, he reveals my red lace bra and panties underneath.
“Jesus, Cherry, the things I want to do to you,” he mutters more to himself than me.
I pull my arms free and let gravity take over. The dress drops to the floor, pooling around my heels.
He takes a step back, raking his eyes up my legs, pausing on my lace panties for a moment before gliding up my stomach over my breasts to my face.
We stare at each other, fire licking up my skin as his fingertips scorch wherever they touch.
I don’t know who moves first, but his mouth is on mine before I can speak, a hand-wound tightly in my hair to keep me in place.
I taste blood on my tongue, knowing his lip must have split again, but instead of pulling back, I kiss him harder. I paw at his shirt, breaking the kiss only so he can pull it over his head, then I’m down on the bed with him looming over me.
His lips move over my chin, down my neck, sucking on my pulse point. I swear it must have a direct connection to my pussy because I’m so close to coming just from that alone.
He moves again, sucking one of my nipples through the lace of my bra. I surge up, scoring my nails down his back hard enough to draw blood. A growl rips from his throat before he drifts lower, kissing his way down my body, dipping his tongue in my belly button, making me squirm before his hot breath hits me where I need it most.
“Fuck me, you’re soaked,” his voice groans out. I’m too far gone to be embarrassed. I thread my fingers through his hair and tug hard.
“The bra and panties stay on, Cherry. Otherwise, I don’t trust myself to be able to stop,” he whispers. I’m just about to scream at him for being a tease when he dips his head and sucks my clit hard through the lace barrier.
“Holy fucking shit,” I gasp in response. He grips my hips hard to anchor me in place while he sucks and nibbles away at me as if he has all the time in the world. He doesn’t relent until I’m a quivering mass of need, two seconds away from screaming for him to just fuck me already when he bites down on my clit unexpectedly. The sharp bite of pain is more than I can handle, pushing me over the edge into a freefall of sensation, leaving me a babbling mess.
He lifts his head, a devious smirk on his bruised face, looking entirely too happy with himself, all while I struggle to catch my breath.
“My turn.” I move to sit up, but he pins me down.
“No, Cherry, this was just for you.”
I protest, but his lips swallow it down. He kisses me softly and slowly, drinking me in until I’m boneless, and all the fight has gone. Only then does he roll us both over, wrap his arm tightly around me and hold me as