Page 54 of Blue-Eyed Hero

He’d always been wound so tight, like a rubber band ready to snap. She wanted to be the one to make the final tug, watch him unravel in her arms, see the stoic demeanor give way to the beast inside him. She knew he was in there. She just needed to lure him out.

“I don’t want you to be in control. I want you wild and free.”

“Don’t say that, or I’ll fuck you right here.”

“I don’t care where you fuck me, as long as you do.”

“Allison,” her name was a swear on his lips, sharp and final.

He was exactly where she wanted him. She kissed a path along his neck, nipping and licking her way toward his ear. Her hips ground against his rock-hard erection, making it perfectly clear what she needed. She took his earlobe between her teeth, and he inhaled a ragged breath. Satisfied, she continued, tilting her mouth over his ear. “Fuck me.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. The veins in his neck bulged, his jaw strained, pulling his skin tight. She bit her lip, shimmying her ass against the hard wood beneath her. Tiny sparks of pleasure rolled through her as her clit rubbed against her shorts.

“Please,” she said, and the rubber band snapped. Reid grabbed her head, slamming his mouth to hers. His other hand shoved into her shorts, slipping beneath the lace. She spread her legs around his hips, arching into his touch. He swiped a finger through her folds, and she moaned.

“So wet,” he said, his voice gruff and sexy as hell.

“Proof that I’m ready for you.”

He shook his head, and she narrowed her gaze.

“You’ve tortured me with this tight ass.” His fingers slipped beneath her shorts and dug into her bottom. “For ten years. It’s my turn to torture you.”

“I—” Before she could hit him with a witty comeback, he thrust his finger inside her. Her body bowed, pressing into his palm.

“Do you mean to tell me this is how I get you to stop talking?”

She wanted to tell him to shut up, but words evaded her, her entire body too focused on the slip and slide of his finger. The sparks of pleasure every time he slid against her clit.

His slight laugh filled the space between them, full of amusement. She rode his hand and grabbed his erection, evening the playing field. His laugh mixed with a grunt, and her lips curved into a smile.

“Two can play this game,” she managed before he hooked his pointer and pleasure exploded, ripping through her with a force so hard and fast all she could do was ride it out.

His mouth took hers, his tongue swiping across the seam before thrusting inside. She matched his need, their tongues moving in rhythm with his fingers.

She thought she’d be done, spent from the orgasm that ripped through her, but she wanted more. Needed more. The desire only grew with each swipe of his tongue and stroke of his touch. She fumbled with his belt, desperate for him to be inside her.

He grabbed her wrist, holding her in place. His mouth tore from hers, his breaths coming out in ragged pants as he rested his head near her ear. “Not yet.”

“I never took you for a masochist.”

“I’m not.”

“You said you want to torture me, but I can feel how hard you are. I know it must hurt. Let me make it better.”

He brushed her hair behind her ear, a tender gesture that didn’t match the moment. But that was Reid, a walking conundrum she still couldn’t figure out. “Do you always get your way?”

“Pretty much.” She reached for his buckle again, but he was faster.

He snatched her hand. “Not today.” A wicked gleam flashed in his eyes, and he captured her mouth in a mind-numbing kiss that had her pressing into him. His hands slid to her ass and the support of the table vanished. With long strides, he headed for the house.

He flipped the lock on the door, then made his way through the house, only stopping when his knees hit the bed, and he placed her in the middle of the mattress. He set his gun on the nightstand and came down on her, all strong and powerful male, hovering over her like a fantasy come to life.

He kissed her, dragging his mouth down her neck until he stopped at the red lace. “Pretty.”

Her nipples strained against the material, desperate for his touch. His tongue slid across the edges as his hand lowered her strap. Her nipple popped free, tightening against the warmth of his breath. He captured the taut bead between his lips.

Sweet pleasure wracked her body at the gentle swirl of his tongue. She thrust her fingers into his hair, holding him there, never wanting him to stop the delicious assault. With a flick of his fingers, her bra came free, exposing her completely. He tossed the strips of lace across the room and took her in his mouth. Erotic pain shot through her as he pinched her other nipple between his forefinger and thumb.