Lori felt the breath leave her body as she struggled to understand what was happening. She was naked, except for socks and how embarrassing was that, seconds away from possibly the greatest climax of her life, begging Reid to be inside of her and he was
He moved in front of her, pulled her close and kissed the hell out of her. There were lips and tongues and reaching and then his hands were between her legs and rubbing and she was so damn close.
Her climax exploded without warning, making her cling to him in an effort to stay standing. Muscles convulsed and throbbed as pleasure poured through her. She might have screamed, she wasn't sure- but as they were kissing, it didn't much matter.
The man knew what he was doing, she thought hazily as he continued to touch her, drawing out every ounce of amazing without pressing too hard on her suddenly sensitive flesh. Then, when the shuddering had stopped and she could breathe again, he eased her back onto the bed, lay down next to her and stroked her face.
Without her glasses, the room was blurry, but Reid was close enough to be exactly in focus.
'Still fine?' he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching with an almost-smile.
She sighed. 'Better than fine. Much, much better.'
'Good.'
He sat up and pulled off his University of Washington sweatshirt. Despite her weakened condition and general sense of well-being, she couldn't help notice the perfectly toned abs and his smooth, muscled back. The man was a walking, breathing advertisement for great genes, a challenging workout and the sense to take advantage of both.
Maybe it was tacky, but she couldn't help wanting to see the rest of the package.
She reached for the button of his jeans.
'Impatient?' he asked.
'A little.'
'I like that in a woman.'
While she took care of business on her end, he stretched out an arm behind her and tugged on the coated rubber band holding her braid in place.
She abandoned his jeans. 'What are you doing?'
'Unfastening your hair. I've been wanting to see it loose for weeks now.'
'My hair?'
'Uh-huh.'
After what had just happened, she was more than willing to give him anything he wanted. So she sat up and reached for her braid.
'Get naked,' she told him.
'Yes, ma'am.'
He pushed off jeans and briefs a lot faster than she was able to deal with the braid. Apparently not sure what else to do with his time, he leaned in and licked her right nipple.
Despite her recent orgasm, fire shot through her, all the way down to her crotch. She fell back on the bed and resisted the need to grab his head and hold him captive over her breasts.
'You're distracting me.'
'Ignore me.'
He knelt over her and drew her nipple into his mouth. First he flicked his tongue against the sensitive peak, then he sucked. Hard.
Forget the hair, she thought as she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the experience of being seduced by Reid Buchanan.
He moved back and forth between her breasts. He used his mouth, his tongue and his fingers to explore every inch of them several times over.
She writhed beneath him, feeling her body ready itself for a second round. Her insides hungered to be taken by this man. He was hard again or still or always and she subtly tried to shift so that he could slide inside of her. But he resisted.
'Soon,' he said against her breast.
'You told me that before.'
'I'm not lying.'
Before she could complain, he began moving down her body. First he kissed her breastbone, then her belly. He teased her belly button with his tongue and continued his journey south, finally reaching his destination between her legs.
Lori closed her eyes and decided to accept her fate at the hands of a man determined to make her boneless. She thought about mentioning the fact that she'd already come once and that it was unlikely it would happen again. Except there wasn't anything ordinary about making love with Reid, so who knew what would happen.
He parted her with his fingers. She felt anticipation, the coolness of his breath followed by the warm, erotic touch of his tongue.
Oh, yeah, she thought as she relaxed into the slow, steady movements. Just like that.
He circled her with the tip of his tongue, then used the flat part to stroke her senseless. He was a man on a mission and she found that she liked that. He was patient, he read her body and she found her muscles tensing in anticipation about forty-five seconds after his first touch.
She'd always needed a slow build, but not today. She went from intrigued to panting in far too short a time. Even as the pressure inside her increased, she tried to figure out what it was he was doing that was so great. Then she decided she didn't care and lost herself in the ride.
He caressed her, moving back and forth against her center. Need made her part her legs more, as if trying to offer all she was to him. She was torn between going for it and making it last longer. Everything felt too good, she thought as she felt herself getting closer and closer.
Her legs began to tremble. She clutched the bottom sheet and dug her heels into the mattress. He moved a little faster, then gently inserted a single finger inside of her.
She hung suspended for a heartbeat, then two. Tension built until she knew she was going to be ripped apart. It was her last conscious thought as her release crashed through her, causing every muscle to contract and her whole body to get lost in perfection.
She cried out, caught her breath and cried out again. She pushed against him, needing more, wanting everything and then getting that and more. She rode his finger, gasping with thanks as he pushed in two. She felt herself contract around him. It was too much.
She couldn't wait to do it again.
A few minutes later her heartbeat had slowed from hummingbird speed. She lay on the bed, exhausted and exhilarated. She wondered if she would ever be the same again.
'Mission accomplished,' she told him. 'I'm officially boneless.'
Reid lay next to her, his head propped on his hand. He smiled slowly. 'I'm glad.'
'No, seriously. This was amazing. You could get your own cult.'
Her words made him smile. He liked that he'd pleased her. No, more than liked it. He felt as if he could take on the world.
Everything about her screamed satisfaction. Her skin was flushed, her eyes dilated. She looked like a very happy woman.
'I don't need a cult.'
'Are you sure?' she asked. 'I could be president.'
Her eyes were hazel. He'd never noticed that before. They were large and sexy and he found himself wanting to get lost in them.
He'd wanted to please her for a couple of reasons. First because he always liked his partner to enjoy the experience, but also because he had something to prove. That damn article still haunted him.
But somewhere along the way, that hadn't mattered anymore. He'd wanted to make the experience great because of who Lori was. Because he wanted to please her. Specifically her.
She sat up and unfastened the rest of her braid, then flopped back down on the bed. He reached out and fingered a wavy curl.
She turned toward him. 'At the risk of being greedy, I'm ready for more.'
