Read My Mind

by Natasha Preston

  My breathing is nothing but sharp panting, which would be embarrassing if anyone else was in the room with me. It only seems to spur Reid on.

  He groans, “Mila, I can’t get enough.”

  I open my mouth to reply, but that’s when his tongue flicks against my clit and I forget everything. My hands curl into the belt and my legs shake.

  “Reid, that feels…”

  I arch my hips against his tongue as he licks hard and fast before slowing down with the gentlest touch that makes me stop breathing.

  His hot breath burns my thighs.

  Lust pumps through my veins. There is nothing but Reid and this feeling of being on fire from the inside out. His tongue swirls, and he sucks my clit into his mouth.

  The constant change drives me wild, taking me to the brink.

  I roll in time with him, in perfect sync without trying, and my stomach clenches hard.

  “Reid… Reid!”

  Curling my hands around the belt above me, I snap my teeth together while Reid loses control. He licks harder—his short nails digging into my hips.

  His scorching mouth works me like he’s done this a million times over.

  I’m so close.

  “Don’t stop.” I grind against his face. My eyes close as he flattens his tongue against my clit, rolling it in big circular motions. Despite my closed eyes, I see a blinding flash of lights.

  “I’m coming!” I cry, arching into him.

  I climax so hard, I almost pass out.

  Reid kisses me softer as I come down, my chest heaving and wrists smarting from tugging against the restraints.

  “That was over quicker than I thought,” he says with a devilish glint to his dark eyes.

  “Damn,” I mutter, my body tingling with aftershocks. “It’s my turn.”

  He tilts his head to the side, mouth parting. “Yes, I think it is.”

  I’ve never been desperate to taste someone before. I want Reid in every way. I want all of him. Right. The. Fuck. Now.

  With wide eyes, I watch him crawl up my body. I thought he would untie me, but it looks like we’re not doing this the conventional way. He positions himself over me and fists his cock from the base, his eyes never leaving mine.

  Holy. Shit.

  He watches, as if he’s waiting for something. Looking for any sign of doubt, maybe. I’m tied up still, after all. Not that I have any objections. When I think about taking him in my mouth while I’m tied like this… yeah, no issues over here whatsoever. It’s hot as hell.

  “Are your wrists okay?” he asks, scowling at the red ring circling them.

  “Really okay. Don’t stop what we’re doing.”

  “Tell me if—”

  “Reid…”

  With a crooked smile, he bends forward, lining his cock with my mouth.

  My lips part, and I flick the tip with my tongue. He hisses through his teeth, and his chest caves. He runs the tip along my bottom lip. I clench with the aftershocks of my orgasm, as well as my reignited lust for him.

  “Take me, Mila,” he orders, slowly pushing forwards.

  I do. I wrap my lips around him and suck while he controls the depth and speed. He’s rock solid.

  Reid throws his head back and groans. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

  Spurred on by his reactions, I suck harder, my tongue sliding along his hot shaft every time he pumps into my mouth.

  “Mila,” he murmurs like a prayer. “I love your mouth. I’m so hard for you.”

  I press my thighs together. Doing this for him is quite possibly the biggest turn on. I roll my tongue around the tip when he pulls back, and I swear his pupils dilate.

  “Fuck,” he growls. “That’s it, baby. Use your tongue to fuck me, too.”

  This is turning him foul-mouthed, and I love it.

  “Ah.” He grips the headboard and starts pumping his hips, knowing just how deep to go.

  “Yeah, take me. God, you turn me on so bad. I’ve wanted your mouth for years.”

  Fucking hell.

  I whimper, my lips stretched around his erection. He’s hot, hard and smooth, and I could do this every day.

  He shudders when I moan around him.

  “I love fucking your sassy little mouth.”

  One hand leaves the headboard and cups my chin. He hisses, and then abruptly pulls out.

  My lips smack together—my chest heaving with a desire so violent, it almost frightens me.

  He moves down the bed, eyes wild as he takes hold of my hips.

  “Reid,” I say, arching my hips, knowing exactly why he pulled out and exactly what we both need.

  He grips the base of his cock and squeezes it as he lines it up to its next destination. “Are you…?”

  “On the pill and clean. Get in me.”

  His smile is wide. It makes his eyes glow. I want his face like that for the rest of forever.

  “Oh, I plan on getting in you, Thomas.”

  “Is it weird that I have a dude’s first name for a surname?”

  “It is when you point it out.” He leans down with that toothy smile, and he kisses me. “I can’t wait to be inside you. You’re perfect everywhere.”

  His hand slides down my throat and over my breasts. “Especially here.”

  He rolls his thumb around my nipple and places one last kiss on the corner of my mouth. At the same time, he nudges forward, very slowly sliding inside me.

  I stretch deliciously around him, my head falling to the side. “Reid.” His name is a groan that makes me sound ridiculously needy.

  “I know,” he whispers against my ear. His tongue flicks out and licks just below my lobe.

  Reid pushes his dick all the way inside me, and it feels like he’s everywhere. “I want to touch you. I need to move.”

  “Trust me,” he replies.

  I nod against the side of his head and turn, searching. He meets me with a burning kiss that sucks the air out of my lungs. Our lips and tongues mingle, and he moves, slowly at first. So slowly I might die.

  I clench down around him every time he pulls back like my body absolutely refuses to let him go.

  “Mila,” he murmurs as our kiss turns wet and wild.

  I pull at the restraints again, though I know it’s futile. His lips bruise mine, and his hips slam down harder when he hears me tugging at the belt.

  “More,” I pant against his mouth, meeting his frantic thrusts.

  A thin sheen of sweat breaks out across my body.

  I could do this every day.

  One of his hands pushes down on my hip as he slams into me harder.

  I break our kiss, my body jolting like it’s been electrocuted.

  “Yes!” I cry. “I feel… fuck! You’re all over me.”

  His teeth nip my earlobe. “You’re squeezing me to death. I’m so close. Fuck.”

  He pushes up, holding the headboard and using that to slam into me like a wild animal.

  I wrap my legs around him and moan really fucking loudly as his cock nudges me closer to climax.

  “Oh. Reid, I’m…”

  My orgasm hits, ripping through my body and turning me inside out.

  My eyes snap shut, and I call out incoherently, rolling my hips against his.

  He moans loudly and pumps once more before his mouth finds my neck and his movements slow.

  His mouth places soft kisses up my neck and across my jaw.

  When I open my eyes, he’s looking directly at me.

  And he doesn’t stop looking while he pulls out of me and unties the belt around my wrists.

  I drop my arms when I’m able to, and Reid lays down, pulling me against his chest. I close my eyes and breathe him in. He’s flawless. I don’t want this moment to end.

  I sigh dreamily.

  Reid takes my hand and places a kiss on my wrist where the belt has rubbed.

  “I’m sorry if that hurts.”

  “It doesn’t at all,” I assure him. “Everything happened the way it should have.”
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br />   Running his fingers through my hair, he asks, “Has it felt inevitable to you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Since when?”

  “Since you almost kissed me in your office. I’ve found other men attractive before. I’ve had a long-term relationship, but that day standing in front of you, I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so desperately. How about you?”

  “Longer than that.”

  I peek up at him. “How much longer?”

  “A while.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “I never said I’d play fair. Not with you. Not now.”

  I want to ask him what he means by that, but the vulnerable yet determined look in his eye stops me.

  Thirty-One

  Reid

  Mila is lying on my chest after the best sex of my life.

  “Keep your secrets. It doesn’t bother me anyway.”

  “Liar,” I say, laughing quietly.

  “I’m biding my time. I’ll figure it all out.”

  “I have no doubt.”

  “That’s how sex is supposed to be,” she breathes against my skin.

  “Apparently so. It’s never gone quite like that with anyone else,” I tell her, running my fingers through her soft hair.

  “I hear ya.” She pushes herself up and rests her head on her hand. “That wasn’t a one-time thing, right? I don’t think I could sit in that office with you if we don’t get to do that again.”

  “There will be no going back to how things were. I said no more playing fair. We can do that as often as you want.”

  Her raven hair is matted and wild, and her lips are red and puffy from when she couldn’t leave my mouth alone. I don’t think she’s ever looked so beautiful.

  She sighs sleepily and lays back down, her body lax on top of mine.

  “Are you tired?” I ask, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Sleep here tonight.”

  She nods against my chest. “Not going anywhere.”

  I stay still with my pulse thudding. She falls asleep quickly. Her soft breaths sooth the anxiety I’ve felt for a very long time. Tonight, she’s here with me, and she’s safe.

  It takes me much longer for me to drift off. My mind won’t stop replaying this evening, from the moment she took my hand, until she fell asleep with her head on my heart. I close my eyes and focus on Mila’s heartbeat thudding against mine.

  Nothing has ever been so important than that constant thump. I now understand why my grandad was completely broken when my nan died.

  Loving someone is willingly giving them the opportunity to destroy you. I’ve seen it. My grandparents had been in love since they were sixteen, and the day Nan died, he turned hollow.

  I finally drift off an hour later—my thoughts flitting between calm and erratic, happiness and fear.

  When I wake, I find the bed empty. I sit up, my stomach dropping.

  Then, I hear it: the sound of a door opening out in the hall. She walks back into the room wearing my T-shirt.

  “Good, you’re up. I need coffee, and I can’t work that ridiculous machine downstairs.”

  I’m sure my smile makes me look insane. I sit up and raise a brow. “I like you in that.”

  Her eyes narrow. “I like you when you’re making my coffee.”

  “Right,” I say, throwing the quilt off my legs.

  Her eyes snap up when I turn around.

  “Where were you just looking?”

  Her smile spreads. “I think you know.”

  “Are you objectifying me?”

  “You know it,” she replies.

  I walk around the bed, and she tilts her head up as I approach. “Good morning, Mila.”

  “Good morning, Reid.”

  “Are you hungry?”

  She nods slowly, and I take a sharp breath.

  “Coffee first!” She steps back, holding her hand up. “Caffeinate me before you tie me up again.”

  I groan. “Please don’t talk like that if you want to make it downstairs within the next hour.”

  Laughing, she steps back. “Come on.”

  There is nothing remotely awkward about this morning. I follow her downstairs, stretching as I go. Her confidence from yesterday has spilled over to today.

  She wants to be tied up again. Fine by me.

  Mila walks straight over to the coffee machine. Any other occasion, she would have sat down and waited for me. I want her right next to me now, too.

  I load up the beans, place a mug down, and wrap my arms around her waist from behind.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  She nods. “It feels like it took us forever to have sex.”

  I chuckle against her shoulder. “I was trying to give you time before I made my move. It’s been hard to be around you and keep my hands to myself.”

  “Well, let’s not do that again.”

  “Deal. And you’re not seeing the girls until tomorrow, so we have a whole day.” I run my fingers down her arm, and she shudders.

  “A whole day of sex?” she breathes.

  “That will feature heavily, yes.”

  Her head falls back against my shoulder. “This is the best weekend.”

  We watch as the coffee machine finishes her latte. “Go and sit down with your drink and let me make you breakfast.”

  She takes the mug and turns around. “Will you ever let me make you breakfast here?”

  “I’ll let you pour cereal and milk.”

  Rolling her eyes, she walks past me and sits at the breakfast bar. I pull ham, cheese, onion, and eggs from the fridge. “Omelette?”

  “Going to need a lot of energy, am I?”

  “You sound like you’ve arrived at an all-you-can-eat buffet from a week-long fast.”

  “Accurate analogy. It’s not just sex, Reid. I could’ve had sex with anyone by now if I’d wanted to.”

  I put the food down on the side before I drop and smash a box of twelve eggs. “No, it’s not just sex.”

  Mila doesn’t say anything else. She watches me as I cook. It feels so natural to wake up together and have breakfast. I can’t wait to feed her and take her back to bed. I need a day of exploring her body and finding the best ways to make her come. I want to learn it all. What gets her off the fastest? What gets her frustrated until she’s begging for more?

  I whisk the eggs almost angrily, my erection ready way before we are. Well, that’s not strictly true, but I know when I start, I won’t want to stop. She needs food.

  We eat side by side, chatting easily and flirting. When she’s finished, she pushes the plate away and turns towards me.

  I slide my chair back and pull her onto my lap.

  “You are beautiful,” I say, running my hands up her back.

  She arches her back, plastering herself to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “You’re hard.”

  “Have been for a very long time.” I’m not just talking about this morning.

  She presses her forehead to mine. “I want you.”

  I grab the hem of the T-shirt and tug it over her head. My mouth is wrapped around her hardened nipple before the top hits the floor. Closing my eyes, I drown in the taste and scent of her skin. I’m already so turned on.

  Groaning, she winds her fingers into my hair. “Don’t tease.”

  The desperation in her voice and her frantic hands tugging at my hair is making it impossible to slow this down. I want to tease. I want to feel and taste her for hours before she begs me to slide inside her.

  “Reid,” she whispers breathlessly.

  My stomach flips. Fuck waiting.

  I stand, and my teeth clench together at the loss of her breast. Mila’s hands fall to her sides, and she looks up at me with wide eyes. I hold my hand out and she takes it without a word. Her lips curl, and I know she’s remembering the first time we did this, too.

  “Are you taking me to bed?” she asks.

  Pulling her closer, I wrap my hands around h
er thighs and pull her up. Her legs wind around my waist, and she smiles.

  “Yeah, I’m taking you to bed.”

  Her lips touch mine, and we only make it as far as the hallway before I’m inside her.

  Thirty-Two

  Mila

  This week, Sunday night is girls’ night. I love my girls like sisters, but I would not have wished bad sex on them if they’d cancelled this time.

  We’re in Indie’s garden, because she has the best house out of all of us—out of the whole world, to be fair. I still haven’t told a soul what happened between Reid and me last night. Not that I need to set up a Facebook ad— which I could totally do, thanks to Sally—but this definitely falls in the ‘Tell Besties’ category.

  Although it’s been kind of nice to have some time just for us, like we were in our own bubble and nothing else mattered. Reid isn’t just great in bed. He’s awesome out of it, and I can feel myself being drawn closer.

  “Promise me that, every summer, we’re going to sit in your mansion’s garden drinking bottles of prosecco,” I say. We’ve definitely lost the warmer nights now it’s November, but Indie has massive patio heaters keeping us toasty. Obviously.

  “Makes a nice change from drinking cheap beer at the park,” Wren replies.

  “Ah, those were the days.” They actually were. I didn’t have a care in the world. There was no uni, pressure to get a job, or be an adult. I was carefree, and like every teenager, I knew it all.

  “You prefer things now, Mila. This is just a bit of a bump for you. Despite the breakup with Liam, you’ve actually come further than you have in a long time,” Indie says.

  I feel that to my core. I’m no longer a passenger. I’ve taken the steering wheel. Shame I still don’t know how to drive my life, but I’ve definitely got my L plates now.

  “Have you spoken to him since?” Wren asks.

  “Nope.” Though he tried with that one text. “I have no plans to for at least a year. Not that it would matter if he turned up here tonight.”

  “You want to be his friend?” Indie asks.

  I run my finger around the rim of the glass. Things feel different now. “I don’t know anymore. We’ve shared a lot of history and he’s been a big part of my life. I don’t want to meet up and stuff, but I’d like to speak to him if we ran into each other, you know?”