Page 150 of Dirty Rival
“Ah, baby,” he murmurs, pulling me flush with his hips, burying himself deep and shifting inside me, and then I’m there, with him, taking all of him, and we don’t move. We sit there, we stare at each other and I feel the darkening of his mood, and yet, his fingers tenderly stroke my cheek. “I thought I might not ever feel you like this again.”
“Me, too,” I whisper and our lips brush in a gentle caress that has my nipples tingling and my sex clenching around him.
We linger there a moment, breathing together, the car forgotten until a horn honks. When I would jerk back, Reid tangles his fingers in my hair and kisses me and this is not just a kiss. It’s a deep, drugging, claim me kind of kiss and he doesn’t let it stand on its own. His free hand is at my hip and he pulls me down on him as he thrusts, sending a spiral of sensations from my sex through my entire body. The car jolts but I don’t even care. I gasp with him driving into me and he pulls back and repeats. There is just him, us, my need for this man, his need for me. I’m dragging fingers through his hair, kissing his neck, his mouth, his shoulder.
He’s touching me everywhere, molding me close, our bodies swaying together in that perfect way we have always come together. I’m back to not wanting this to end. I’m back to needing this to last forever, and it can’t. It won’t. Reid tightens his hold around me and with the next few sways, we are both breathing in that way we do when we’re about to tumble and we do. I suddenly clench around him, spasms overtaking me, and Reid groans a sexy, low groan that has him quaking beneath me. The world fades into nothing but pleasure until we collapse into each other.
Seconds tick by until Reid says, “A limo in Japan.” He rolls me to my back. “No better way to seal an engagement.”
I laugh. “Let’s keep this part of the engagement story to ourselves, though, yes? It’s enough that everyone knows I cuffed you to a hotel chair as it is.”
He kisses me. “And soon I’ll finally cuff you.” He lifts my ring and kisses it again before sitting up.
Cuffing me. He really wants to cuff me. “I suppose I owe you the cuffs,” I tease, reminding him of our first meeting and me leaving him cuffed in a hotel room.
“Yes,” he assures me. “You do.”
We both laugh and a few minutes later, we’re dressed and drinking champagne. “To our engagement and the purchase of the event center.” Reid says, tipping our glasses together. “We’re doing big things together, baby.”
“Yes, we are,” I say, smiling.
“We’ll get the new team in place at the coliseum,” he says. “And then we’ll jet to Paris and celebrate us in style.”
Paris. With Reid. A few months ago I’d have never dreamed that to be possible. “I’m excited to meet the transition team for the event center tomorrow.” I frown. “Or is that today? I hate the time change. It throws me off.”
“Tomorrow Japan time,” he says, “and right now it’s seven in the evening. We need to go to the room, order room service, and sleep.”
“I’m not sure I can sleep,” I say, thinking about our plans, not the attempt to manage the time change. “Christmas is in only three weeks. When are we supposed to leave for Paris?”
“I planned on ten days here,” he says. “But if we can leave in seven, I’m all in if you are.”
“That’s a short window to manage a major transition and the biggest takeover of our careers.”
“This isn’t a hostile takeover. The coliseum staff is staying in place and doing so happily. We can always come back after the holiday.”
Come back here after Paris? “How can we get a cat and a dog? We might not ever be home. Grayson wants us to open more locations for him. This is just the beginning of much more.”
“We’ll get a nanny,” he says, and winks.
“A nanny,” I laugh. “That’s funny. Or not. Can we?”
“Of course we can. We’ll work it out.” He refills my glass and we chat about what he has set-up for our Paris trip, and I’m pleased that he wants my approval and asks if I want to change anything he’s set up.
We arrive at the Ritz Carlton Tokyo and soon we are in our giant, gorgeous suite. Reid is taking care of the bellman when my cellphone rings in my purse where I’ve set it on the desk in the living area. Concerned it could be Grayson checking on the status of his big investment, I hurry to retrieve my phone from my bag to find my father’s number on the caller ID. My gut knots and I quickly decline the call. He must know about the engagement. Anthony works fast. Why can’t I have a family that will just be happy for me? Reid’s family will be elated. At least his siblings will be, and for that, I’m happy. He needs the family he’s denied needing. I like feeling as if I’ve helped him find them again.
I grab the menu from the desk and walk to the sitting area with high-end brown leather boxy-style furnishings and sit on the couch, saving the stunning city view now at my back to share with Reid. To share with my future husband. I’m not alone and neither is he, not now, and not ever again.
I scan the menu and I’m about done making my choices when Reid joins me. “See anything you want?” he asks kissing me. “Aside from a bed with me in it and lots of sleep and sex?”
“French fries,” I say. “And about every dessert on the menu. They look scrumptious. A soufflé that has Grand Marnier and ice cream? Yes, please.”
“That’s it?”
“I’m not a sushi girl, which seems to be the main offerings.”
“French fries,” he says, accepting the menu from me. “And dessert. Why don’t we go out?”
“I like French fries and dessert. We need to rest.” My phone rings again where I’ve left it on the desk.