by Mia Carson
She stared at him in disbelief. “You’ve never seen Shakespeare in Love? Really?”
“I’m an only child and a guy,” he said with a laugh. “Not exactly on my movie list.”
“Well, it should be,” she whispered as the opening scene played.
Reider pulled her closer and breathed her in. “I’m sure it will be from now on.”
While they watched the movie, Reider was well aware of Johanna’s body pressed up against his and how warm it was beneath the blanket he pulled over her when she shivered in the night air. His hand rested on her shoulder while his other held one of hers under the blanket, resting on her thigh, a thigh he wanted to feel every inch of as he kissed her passionately beneath the stars.
If she kept inching her hand closer to the throbbing erection in his jeans, he might not be able to control himself. Her face didn’t change, but her hand slipped from his and she rested it exactly where he wanted it to be. Biting back a curse, Reider shifted so her hand pressed harder against it, and her lips twitched in a wicked grin.
Reider’s hand slid down her arm, and she shivered at his touch, her hand massaging him through his jeans as her other snaked up his chest under his shirt. When her fingers trailed up the light dusting of hair that ran down his abs, he forgot to pay attention to the movie and let his free hand wander. Two could play at this game, and before long, his fingers found the edge of her dress and slipped slowly up beneath the fabric. Johanna’s breath caught, but her hand remained where it was. She massaged him harder, and he cursed as he moved his hand up her thigh to the hem of her panties. He teased her, gliding his fingertips along the edge as they inched towards her warm center. She sighed, and her thighs parted slightly, letting him move between.
The music for the movie hit a dramatic crescendo, but Reider had stopped paying attention. All he wanted was Johanna in his arms. As his hand was busy inching closer to the most delicate part of her, her hand moved up to the button of his jeans and undid it, slid his zipper down, and before he could even brace for it, her hand reached in and gripped him.
“Jo,” he grunted, and his hips moved against her hand. She ran her hand down his length, holding him firmly with the right amount of pressure and laughed quietly as she leaned close and sucked on his earlobe. “I have a feeling we won’t be finishing the movie.”
She brushed her thumb over his tip as his hand under her dress cupped her, kneading her swollen lips and pressing against her clit until she groaned against his ear. “Do you want to finish the movie?” she asked breathlessly, her hand moving up and down his swollen shaft, making his hips buck from her simple touch.
He’d had sex with a few women, but none of them set him on fire this quickly, drove him to the edge of insanity and made him want to live there. Reider pulled his hand free and very delicately removed hers from his pants. She pouted, but he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the barn. He had planned to go in ahead of her at some point and light candles, get a small fire going in the hearth, and really set the mood, but with his jeans already undone and after feeling the wetness between her thighs, he wasn’t sure that was an option anymore.
Once inside, he set her on her feet. “I guess I should turn the movie off,” he muttered roughly as his eyes caressed her body while her hands slid down to her hips and she grinned. “Damn. You really are trying to drive me over the edge.”
“Is it working?” she whispered.
“You have no idea,” he growled and drew her into his arms so he could kiss her intently, letting his tongue delve into her mouth as she moaned and melted against him. “Be back in a minute,” he said and hurried back out the door.
His hands itching to hold her naked body to him, Reider shut off the projector quickly and rushed back inside. Johanna wasn’t in the open room, but he saw the bathroom door closed with the light on. Perfect. He grabbed the lighter and lit the candles, his body reeling with anticipation.
Chapter 9
Johanna smoothed her hands down her dress as she stared at her flushed cheeks in the bathroom mirror. Earlier, when she first arrived, she thought she would be too nervous to do anything with Reider, but as they watched the movie, all the worry faded until it was only the two of them, alone with a weekend to spend in each other’s arms. She wanted to be with him more than anything, wanted him to have all of her, just as she wanted all of him.
She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled. There was no nervousness with Reider, and Johanna reached up and tugged at the zipper on the back of her dress. She heard his booted steps come back inside. As the dress came undone, she shoved it over her hips and let it hit the floor with a soft sound. The red and black lace bra and panties highlighted her chest, hips and narrow waist, even showing off the tattoo she got in secret when she’d started college.
She’d wondered if they would take it slow at first, if it would be better, but in the bathroom, remembering how hot he felt in her hands, throbbing with his desire for her, taking it slow was the last thing on her mind.
Johanna took one last deep breath and turned to open the bathroom door. “Reider?”
As she glanced around the barn turned cozy hideaway, she smiled when she saw him on the other side of the room lighting more candles to add to the dim glow illuminating the space. He asked if she wanted another glass of wine as he turned. When he saw her, he fumbled to catch the lighter in his hands.
“Is this alright?” she asked, running her hands down her sides. When he sucked in a deep breath, she took a step closer. “Reider?”
He set the lighter down, swallowing hard, and moved across the room one slow step at a time. He said nothing, but he didn’t have to. Johanna saw the desire in his glimmering green eyes lit only by the candles surrounding them. It pulsed towards her with each step he took. What grew between them was not simple attraction, and when he stood a few inches from her, she breathed him in, closing her eyes on the teak-wood cologne he wore that drove her crazy every time they had class together. No, this was something so much more, a force Johanna had only read about in books or saw in movies. Yet she felt a strong passion consuming her with a heat that would never be extinguished. Reider’s gaze locked onto hers, and his chest heaved with every deep breath he took as if searching for the words to express what was happening.
His face tightened with sudden worry, and he asked her quietly about protection before this went too far. “I was tested recently,” he said quietly.
She smiled, sensing his annoyance at having to ask such a thing. “I was, too, as a just-in-case, and I’m on the pill. If we’re going to have this weekend, I want to feel you, really feel you. Don’t you want to feel me?”
Reider’s face relaxed, and he reached out his hand tentatively to hold her cheek. The second his skin touched hers, she was lost. He groaned and dragged her against his body as she wrapped her arms around his neck, claiming his mouth as intensely as he did hers. Their tongues clashed in a fierce dance, trying to dominate and surrender at the same time. Reider’s arms enveloped her, and his fingers made quick work of her bra hook, undoing it and removing the lace. It fluttered to the floor beside them and he leaned back long enough to see her breasts. A moment later, Johanna moaned as his lips closed over one pert nipple and sucked hard.
Her hands dug into his hair, pushing his head even closer as his hand gripped her ass, massaging it until she couldn’t see straight from the crazy flare of need flooding her body. As he switched to her other nipple, she slipped her hands between them and yanked at his shirt so she could see his chest, feel his bare skin against hers.
Though they’d only really met this semester, had only spent a few weeks together, it felt like ages that Johanna had waited to see Reider bare-chested so she could press her palms flat against his well-defined muscles. She tugged at the soft dusting of hair and traced her fingers over the tattoo she never knew he had. He held her close, breathing hard as she went over the intricate details of the vines around his left shoulder, intertwined with barb
ed wire and dying leaves that turned to blossoms towards his chest. It fascinated her, but tonight was not a night for words, so she kissed it instead, knowing he would tell her the story behind it one day.
Reider claimed her mouth and picked her up, carrying her to the kitchen table, and set her down on it as she worked at his jeans, shoving them roughly over his hips. He kicked out of his boots as quickly as he could, and the second he was completely free before her, Johanna reached out her hand and gripped him. He shivered at her touch, groaning as her hand moved against him. His fingers pressed into her back, massaging before they trailed down her sides to her panties.
When he glanced down, his lips twitched in a smirk, and she felt his calloused fingers touch the tattoo on her hip, the broken, melting heart done in black and red ink. He glanced at her face, but she pulled him close for another kiss as he slowly and gently tugged down her panties, lifting her with one arm to remove them completely. He tossed them aside with the rest of their clothes.
There was no fear of being naked with him, no worry or anxiety over what might happen. Johanna didn’t even stop to tell him she was a virgin. She trusted Reider to follow her lead, and when she nipped at his lip, he grunted and moved his hand between her thighs.
His fingers circled her swollen, wet lips, and he growled against her neck, nipping and sucking as he spread her thighs wider and stood between them. His erection rubbed against the tender skin of her inner leg, hot and wanting her. Johanna’s head fell back on a moan when he tugged on her clit, rolling it between his fingers. Her hand dug into his shoulder, her other holding onto him still, wanting him to feel as much pleasure as she was.
As his fingers worked against her and penetrated her most sacred place, her head fell back and she lost her hold on him. She needed to grip his shoulders, the table… anything to keep herself from falling over the edge.
“Reider,” she gasped roughly. “Oh God!”
He smirked, but his fingers disappeared and she whimpered, wanting them back. He sank to his knees in front of her, and when his tongue thrust into her, she cried out, the new sensation twisting her inside and stoking the ever-growing fire they created together. She couldn’t take it. His one hand tugged and teased her nipple while the other rolled her clit as his tongue thrust continually within her. Her eyes rolling back, she cried out, her whole body quivering at his touch until he quickly reached an arm around her to hold her up.
While she recovered from the orgasm, Reider stood and picked her up, carrying her to the over-sized couch where he set her gently and followed her down. He nuzzled her neck, moving lower until his tongue caressed each breast and sent more shivers of pleasure down her back. She tried to reach for his throbbing member, but he pushed her hands gently aside, chuckling deep within his chest.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “I want you to enjoy this.”
“I thought I was,” she said, then gasped when he closed his mouth over her nipple and tugged, licking until her eyes rolled back again and her limbs weakened. “Your tongue… is not… playing fair.”
“Oh no?” He smirked against her breast before moving to capture the other nipple.
Johanna cursed and writhed beneath him, but he held her captive against the hard planes of his body. His hand reached between them, and his fingers thrust into her as his thumb teased her clit. They stretched and twisted her untested depths, arousing her until every nerve begged for release. The smooth motion of his expert touch left her hungry for more, and her desire flared. Before long, she cried out again, the intensity of the orgasm greater than the last.
“Your eyes are beautiful when you lose control,” he whispered against her lips. “All fire and passion.”
She grinned wickedly as her body calmed enough for her to feel her limbs again. “Is that right?”
Wrapping her arms tightly around him, Johanna glanced once at the thick, fur rug on the floor in front of the couch and, with a smirk, pulled him off with her. They rolled, and she straddled him as he stared at her, his mouth agape until he burst out laughing. She joined him for a minute before each of their gazes held the other’s and a heavy silence fell between them—not filled with trepidation, but with a sudden understanding of what they were about to become to one another. Johanna moved her hips slightly, lifting herself up to feel him hot and hard between her legs, pressing against her wet lips.
Reider’s hands held her hips and slowly, without breaking eye contact, she lowered herself onto him. His tip entered her, and she pulled back before taking more of him in. Bit by bit, he filled her, stretching her as she had never been before. Melody had told her once that her first time hurt like hell, but it’d been worth it once the pinch was over.
But as Johanna’s gaze stayed locked on Reider’s, she felt nothing but the sensation of him filling her in more ways than physical. Her face scrunched when there was a twinge of discomfort, but she lifted her hips and slid all the way down, taking him in fully with a moan. Reider groaned, his body shaking beneath hers as his fingers dug into her hips, and slowly, she moved against him. The building friction between them rubbed her in all the right places, but Reider wanted more, so he sat up, and pulled her close against him as he thrust within her.
Johanna’s breath was ragged as Reider’s mouth slanted over hers, their bodies moving naturally as if they had always been together. She needed him deep within her, to fill her as much as he could, and never wanted to let him go. When the edge rushed to meet her and the fire threatened to consume her, Reider whispered in her ear.
“Let go, Johanna. Let go,” he whispered hoarsely, and she cried out as every fiber of her being erupted in pleasure, her inner muscles clenching hard around him. “Jesus, Johanna,” he growled, and his hoarse curse echoed around the open space.
He groaned, and his whole body stiffened, holding himself deep within her as his release shivered through his body. His arms tightened around her as he fell back to the rug with her on his chest. He sucked in a few deep breaths, still buried deep within her, and Johanna never wanted him to leave. When she raised her head, he grinned at her and she kissed him sweetly.
“That was incredible,” he mused, keeping her wrapped in his arms. “Damn.”
“Is it always like that?” she asked, resting her chin on his chest, and watched his eyes widen then narrow as he leaned up to stare at her. “What?”
“This… this was your first time? Oh my God! Why didn’t you tell me? Did I hurt you?” He scrambled to pull out and made them both shiver. Johanna told him to calm down, but he shook his head. “No, you nearly made me lose control. I could’ve hurt you.”
“But you didn’t,” she promised and held his face in her hands. “I’ve never felt better.”
“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” she said and kissed him, straddling his lap. “But I am curious now.”
“About what?” he asked with a frown.
She leaned against him, pressing her breasts against his chest, and watched his eyes darken. “You said you nearly lost control. What does it take to make you lose control?” She nipped at his lip, and his hands pressed hard against her back as he grunted. “Because, you know, I’m just getting started here.”
He raised one brow and shifted his hips, his erection growing between them again and pressed against her. “Is that right?”
“Reider,” she whispered, “I never want this weekend to end, but it will, so until then, I want you to love me for as long as you can.” She held him closely. His face turned serious as he held onto her and stood, wrapping her legs around his waist.
The weight of their lives threatened to crash down on them, but when his lips found hers, nothing else mattered. He carried her to the steps leading to what was once the hayloft and the bed there, situated perfectly beneath a skylight where Johanna could see the stars and the sliver of moon. Reider laid her back and crawled into bed with her, covering her body with his. Gently, he pushed the curls from her face.
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sp; “I’ll always love you, Johanna. No one can change that,” he swore and kissed her deeply.
Johanna believed him. She trusted him, and as he spread her legs with his knee and thrust home, she moved with him, lifting her legs to wrap around him as he moved deep within her, deliberately slow as if he was trying to feel every bit of her inside as he did her outside. His fingers massaged her thigh and up to her hip as his mouth ravaged hers in a stern promise this would never end. He would make it work, and Johanna showed him as much as she could through her touch and her kisses that she would do the same.
***
Reider laughed as he stumbled back up the steps, a bottle of wine in hand, and grinned at Johanna lying on the bed, naked, watching him with a light in her eyes he wanted to see every day of his life.
“Damn it, I forgot glasses,” he said as he fell down on the bed beside her.
“We don’t need glasses,” she said through her giggles and grabbed the bottle, twisted the cap off, and took a large swig. “I’ve never been a proper society lady.”
Reider took the bottle when she offered it, and after a swig of his own, he rested it on the bed and leaned down to kiss her lips, sweet from the red wine, as their tongues danced hypnotically together.
“I knew it was all an act,” he muttered, and she shoved playfully at his arm. “You were always too serious. No one could ever be that content with their life.”
“Especially when your brothers are trying to marry you off,” she grumbled and rolled over onto her back, glaring up at the stars. Reider’s hand clenched into a fist on the sheet. “Don’t worry, it’s not going to happen.”
He wanted to trust her, but everyone knew the twins had a reputation for being ruthless when it came to their family, doing what was necessary to keep them ahead of the competition. If that meant they would promise Johanna to another man, they would do it without a second thought. Reider knew Johanna didn’t want it, but if it ever came to that point, they would have to tell the truth about their relationship to the families. And probably leave the city—hell, leave the state.
