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I moan and tangle my fingers into his hair, trembling when his tongue flicks my clit, moaning as he suckles it. It’s then that I have a momentary out-of-body experience. I’m all but naked, in a limo, in Japan, with my future husband, who is really good with his tongue (another marrying quality), between my legs. His hand slides under my backside, and when I would swear I couldn’t just get lost in the moment, not here, in this place, I do. There is just this man, and the way he has owned my body from the moment we met, and now my heart with it.
He licks and suckles, his fingers stroking, delving inside me. I am lost in the budding tension low in my belly that promises sweet bliss. I arch into him. I moan. His hand cups my breast and teases my nipple. The pleasurable assault consumes me. He consumes me, and I try to resist where it will take me. I want this to last. I want the sweet bit of “almost” to stay right here and now, but it doesn’t happen. There is no warning. I tumble into release with a jerk of my body and I’m outside of reality, inside the bubble of pleasure exploding through my body.
I pant out several breaths in the aftermath. “Oh God. Oh God, that was—”
Reid is on top of me, kissing me, the taste of me on his lips, the taste of him on my lips. I am instantly craving what I have been denied. Him inside me. I need him. “Reid. Reid, I need—”
“Say it,” he says. “Tell me.”
“I need you.”
“Not good enough, baby. Say it.”
“I need you.”
“Say it, Carrie.”
“Fuck me already, will you?”
“More,” he demands.
“I need you inside me. Here in this limo and because I trust you that we won’t get caught.”
His lips curve, mischief dancing in the depths of his blue eyes. “You trust me, do you?”
“Yes, Reid Maxwell. I trust you, but I will hurt you if you don’t give me what I want.”
“Now that you have that ring on your finger, now that I’m your future husband, do I get to finally use those cuffs on you?”
“Yes, Reid, you can. As long as you remember I will give back as good as I get.”
His lips curve again. “That’s what I was looking for.”
He sits up and pulls me with him, and in a blink, I’m straddling him, his hand cupping the back of my head. “Now we fuck.”
Chapter seventy-two
Carrie
Now we fuck.
Those words are in the air as I straddle Reid in the back of the limo, our lips colliding in a deep, passionate kiss. Reid runs one of his hands up my back, molding me closer, while the other hand cups my breast. I cover his hand with mine. “Reid,” I whisper, his name a plea that I seal with my mouth on his mouth again and then we’re both trying to get his pants down. Yes, please, get them off.
The car swerves and jerks. I gasp, my hands gripping Reid’s shoulders. “Oh please don’t let us be in an accident while fucking.”
“I’d die a happy man,” he assures me, pressing his lips to my shoulder and then taking my hand to kiss the ring he’s put on it. “We’re okay, baby.”
We’re okay. We’re okay. Those words radiate through me. We were so close to never being okay. We were so close to broken up yet again, and forever this time. So close to having our families divide us or rather our fathers destroy us. Emotion wells in my chest. We could have lost each other and now that we have found each other again, I plan to hold on tightly, I plan to hold on and not let go. My eyes tear up and the car begins to move again. “Reid—”
“You need me to lick it all better, again?” he asks as the car turns a sharp corner.
“I’m nervous again,” but Reid’s cock is free, hard, and pressed to my belly, a realization that distracts me from those nerves. “You’re very hard.”
“Thank you for noticing.”
I laugh. “He says thank you over his erection. Mr. Manners himself.”
“Come here,” he orders, lifting me, and between the two of us, the hard, so very hard length of him, is pressing inside me, stretching me, filling me.