“Or we can take a shower together? Get all nice and clean.”
He didn’t need to say it again. Hell, she would have fucked him all sweaty up against the front door every day and twice on Sunday.
Her pussy was wet, and her nipples stabbed through the material of her dress. The grin he gave her couldn’t be called anything but panty-dropping.
Taking her hand in his, Reese all but dragged her to the bathroom. Anticipation and arousal coursed through every inch of her.
Their apartment was small, only one bedroom, a small bathroom, and a kitchen and living room that were pretty much the same room. It was old, and the carpet was from the seventies, but it was clean, close to the university, and in a decent part of town. It was also theirs, and as long as Keira got to experience all of this with Reese, she wouldn’t have cared where they lived.
When she’d decided to live off campus and outside of home, she knew Reese would be right with her. He was too possessive to let her be alone, and that was something she was more than okay with. And then they moved in together. And here they were, living together, sex as their favorite anytime activity, and working on getting their degrees.
When her parents found out they’d be living together, they’d been less than thrilled, as was her brother, but she was an adult and able to make her own decisions. And after she’d told them that, because they knew what her and Reese shared wasn’t some passing fling, she knew they were happy for them.
She stepped into the small enclosure. She shut the door, sealing them in, and said nothing as she watched him walk over to the shower and turn it on. The way his back muscles moved under his skin had her pussy clenching in need. He was so masculine.
He looked over his shoulder at her, and Keira snapped her focus from his muscles to look into his eyes. Her cheeks heated at the look he gave her. She’d been caught checking out the goods.
He faced her fully, and without saying a word, just sporting that sexy-as-sin grin, Reese pushed down his sweats. His cock sprang forth all hard and ready, and she lost all coherent thought. He grabbed his shaft and started stroking himself from root to tip, and it was after a second of watching Reese pleasure himself that she realized he’d been talking.
She snapped her head up and stared into his eyes. “What?” Her voice squeaked after she forced that lone word out.
He growled low and took a step toward her. “You need my help taking care of something, baby?”
Her sex clenched painfully and she licked her lips before nodding. He was in front of her a second later, this intense expression on his face. She lifted her arms as he pulled up her dress and took it off her body.
“Mmhmm.” He went for her bra next, his movement slow and steady… sensual. “I’ll never get enough of you, of this.” He stroked his fingers down her skin as he pushed her panties off next, and that had her brain turning to mush.
Goose bumps formed along her body, and she shivered, reaching out to grip onto his wide shoulders for support.
“You inspire me,” he murmured right before he leaned in and kissed the side of her neck.
“Is that right?” she prompted softly, her head tilted to the side to give him better access, her voice low with need, and her eyes closed as she absorbed how he made her feel.
“Mmhmm. You inspire me all the damn time, baby.”
Another shiver wracked her body.
He ran his tongue along her throat, and she couldn’t hold back the moan.
He had a hand curled around her hip and pulled her forward. Now that they were both naked, the feel of his warm skin and all those hard muscles had a fresh gush of arousal spilling from between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her belly even more against his raging hard-on.
She didn’t care about anything but feeling him inside her. He kissed a path of fire down the side of her face and to her throat.
“Mmm, your taste and smell drives me crazy. I’m so hard for you I can’t fucking think straight, baby.”
Keira closed her eyes and sighed when his big, warm hands covered her breasts. When he stilled, she opened her eyes to look up into his face. His eyes were lowered to her breasts, and because he had his rapt attention on them, she felt her nipples harden even more.
She gasped when his fingers pinched her nipples, pulling at the turgid flesh. She bit her lip, holding in the moan that threatened to spill out.
“You drive me fucking insane.” And then he latched his mouth back onto her throat, and murmured, “You know how many times I have to stop myself from beating the shit out of all the assholes at school because I catch them checking you out?”
She gasped as pleasure coursed through her. She couldn’t deny it turned her on to know that. He slid his hand lower, along her belly, over her hip, and placed his open palm right on her pussy. She rose on her toes as sensation slammed into her.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“You know I am,” she whisper-moaned.
“I want to fucking hear you say it,” he demanded. He added pressure to her clit, and she mewled.
“I’m yours.”
“That’s right, baby. You’re fucking mine.” His mouth was on hers, and for long moments, they just made out, her back to the cold, hard door, the room filling with steam from the shower.
“Fuck me, Reese.”
He growled like some kind of animal, and then he was backing away and leading her into the shower. The water was hot, just
