She ran her hungry gaze over his nude physique. She lingered on the length of his jutting shaft. Drops of pre-cum caused the broad mushroom head to glisten. He was magnificent.
“Come here.” He beckoned her, and she stepped close, savoring the first experience of pure skin on skin. So warm. So strong. So aroused.
He carried her to his bed and laid her back upon the king-sized mattress. She stared at him as he looked down upon her.
“You’re a beautiful woman, sweetcheeks.”
He cut short her response by cupping a breast and rolling the tip in his fingers. She gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch. He gave a wicked grin and ducked his head. His mouth showered attention on her other breast, and he kept it up until she cried in pleasure to the room.
Reeve kissed his way down her chest and belly until he sat poised over the apex of her thighs. She tensed, waiting for the first touch, only to moan in frustration when he moved past. His rich chuckle filtered back to her.
“All in good time, sweetcheeks. I want to enjoy you at my leisure.”
And he did.
When Reeve moved back up her and kissed her, she tasted the heady combination of their flavors. Fire coursed through her veins, and she craved but one thing now. Him. Deep within her.
She watched from behind lowered lids as he opened a condom and rolled it over his turgid length. Her legs widened in silent invitation. He teased her with just the broad head of his cock before sliding into her, inch by torturously slow inch.
“Fuck,” he uttered.
His expletive jerked her lids back up again. He had a clenched jaw, and she followed a droplet of sweat as it rolled down his face and neck. She couldn’t speak. Never had she felt so full. He seemed to touch places she’d not even been aware of. She shifted beneath him, eliciting a groan from him.
“Move.” It took her a few attempts to get the word out.
He pinned her with his gaze and did as she’d ordered. Back and forth, he built up a rhythm which had her toes and fingers curling into the bedspread. They moved in the perfect sync of a dancing duo. She undulated. He rolled. She arched. He thrust.
So close and yet so far was completion. The tingling from her approaching orgasm had her panting his name as he continued on with the deep, penetrating strokes. Her legs locked high around his waist, the angle hurtled her closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh…I…harder…” Her babbling continued as their sweaty bodies worked in tandem with one another.
She focused on the set of his jaw, the passion in his eyes, and the pleasure of his touch. Reeve bent forward so his mouth hovered near her ear. He smelled of sweat and sex.
“Come with me,” he murmured, in a darkly seductive tone.
Nothing else need be said. She arched, coming hard, a cry of passion exploding from her mouth as colors flickered behind her lids. She tightened around him as he powered twice more within her and came with a roar all his own. She rode out the tremors until she sank bonelessly back into the mattress. His body followed, a hot and welcome weight.
Damn! They lay there, hearts pounding and slowly starting to calm. She wriggled her fingers, amazed to find them in the thick locks of his hair, which was dampened by their exertions.
He pushed up and stared at her. His gaze hooded and almost mysterious yet she could still see the heat in them. It hit her in that moment. Her life had just changed.
Chapter Six
Reeve leaned against the doorjamb and stared at Affrica while she slept. Hell, he’d only just recently woken up himself. They had both fallen asleep after the first time of making love. He’d never been so sated, not to mention never so drained, after.
Two more times since then they’d done a repeat. Each time for him, it got better and better. He expelled a sharp breath and rubbed his bare chest.
Affrica slept diagonally across his bed, lying on her stomach. Her head almost fully covered by a pillow, keeping morning’s first light from her. He’d woken up a full hour before his alarm would have gone off and spent most of it watching her as she continued to slumber.
Now, it was time to wake her. He padded to the side of the bed her head was nearest and sat. With one hand, he trailed his first two fingers up the curvature of her spine. She moaned low and shifted beneath his touch. Gathering her hair to one side, he bent and kissed a bared shoulder.
“Mmm.”
“Wake up, sweetcheeks.”
“Time to go already?” Her sleep-laden voice was deep and sensual, stroking him to an even harder state.
“You are welcome to stay as long as you desire.” He realized how very true the words were once he spoke them.
She rolled onto her back and gave him a sexy smile. “I have to work.”
He smoothed some of her hair back and paused when he felt the remnants of a scar. Stroking his fingers along it, he met her shuttered gaze.
“What’s this from?”
Affrica sat up, ignored the sheet which showed off her beautiful breasts as it pooled at her waist. “Motorcar accident.” Her accent thick and difficult to understand as her body held rigid.
“Did you—”
“Leave it alone, Reeve.” She voice left no room for argument. “Now, come shower with me.”
She stood and sauntered away until all he could see was her hand. Her finger crooked, and he went, kicking off his sweats on the way.
Once they stood under the pounding heated spray, she grabbed his cock, pumping it with her wet hand as she sank to her knees before him. Fuck! He’d been dreaming of this since the day he met her and had zoned in on her full lips. Dropping his head back against the smooth tiled wall, he held his breath in anticipation.
Her mouth was warm as it slid over the head of his shaft. She ran her tongue along the rim before slipping farther onto him, bringing him deeper into her. His blood pounded as she worked up and down his length. Her fingers fisted below her mouth to continue applying pressure on him. With her other hand, she began to caress and knead his balls.
Lightning spiked in him, and he locked his legs to keep upright. Adjusting his head, he peered down at the woman on her knees before him. Her eyes closed she had a look of contentment and desire on her face. As if she’d sensed his gaze upon her, she looked at him.
Hunger, raw and powerful, poured from her brown orbs to engulf him in their fire. He reached for her, dug his fingers into her thick wet hair, and began thrusting his hips.
She relinquished control to him. Both of her hands repositioned to hold his thighs, and he could feel the soft bite of her nails in the back of his legs. The suction, her heat, her wetness, all of it combined to hurtle him closer to the edge. His balls tightened, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. His hips powered faster, and he stared at her. Water from the showerheads cascaded around her. Her dark nipples were peaked and taut. Between her slightly spread legs, he could see the black hair which hid her heated core.
She drew harder, and her fingers dug in to his flesh more. Close, so close. He began to pull back, only to stop when a low rumble escaped her. She kept him there, and unable to withstand the torture any longer, Reeve erupted in her mouth. Affrica didn’t release him until she had gotten everything from him.
The second her mouth freed him, he dragged her up, spun them so her back was against one wall, lifted and lowered her so she was impaled on his rock hard shaft.
“Oh,” she sighed, lids fluttering.
He powered home into her with deep, barely controlled thrusts. Her lids lowered, hiding her eyes. Straight white teeth captured her lower lip as she undulated with him.
“Look at me,” he growled.
Hazy eyes met his demand, and he slammed his mouth over hers, his tongue moving with the same furious pace as his hips. When he tore his mouth away, her hands were anchored on his shoulders, her eyes closed, and a language he didn’t speak poured from her mouth. This, this was what he wanted. Her so far gone, she forgot to speak in English. Her throaty speech heightening his own
pleasure.
Without slowing, he reached between them and flicked his thumb over her clit, and she screamed as her body arched closer to his. The power of her orgasm, the feel of her velvet walls milking his cock, and the fact it was Affrica, a woman he’d been dreaming and obsessing over for months, sent him right after her. And, for the first time in years, he released himself inside a woman without thought or care of protection.
Spent and exhausted, he slowly lowered them to the floor of the shower, his cock still deep inside her. Affrica lowered her head and buried it against the side of his neck, her breathing still coming fast and sharp. Eventually, she pushed up so he could see her gaze.
“Well now,” she said with a grin. “That ‘tis a lovely way for a person to begin their day.”
His cock twitched inside her as her accent, still heavy and thick, flowed over him. He trailed his hands up her arms, over her shoulders, and down to her breasts.
“Then, stay, wake this way again tomorrow.”
She shifted on him, and he had to bite back his groan. This woman was going to be the death of him. Leaning closer until their foreheads touched, she sighed.
“Ya know, times like this ya’re a nice enough man, Reeve Leighton. Unfortunately, I canna stay. I’ve work ta do.” She brushed her lips over his lightly. “But I do thank ya for a wonderful night and morning.”
He halted her from getting off his lap, gripping her shoulders and flexing up into her. Her gaze smoldered, and she flashed him an impish grin.
“One for the road,” she whispered as she began to ride him.
Two hours later, he walked her to the door of the train station, carrying her bag for her. He observed her from his periphery. Face scrubbed fresh and clean, she wore no makeup. Her thick wavy hair had been drawn back into a ponytail and moved with every step she took.
She wore more of her typical fare. Drab olive cargo pants and a black ribbed t-shirt. A far cry from Dolce and Gabbana but, damn, if it didn’t look better in his mind. Hell, he’d spent so long surrounded by women who would panic if they so much as got a hint of dirt on their attire, he’d forgotten what a real woman was like. And Affrica O’Shea was all he’d been looking for.
He forgot what it was like to do something not in a loud club or in a fast car. But he knew Affrica loved the outdoors, and he wanted to enjoy it with her. Her nails were short and unpolished, hands which were capable of shooting him to ecstasy or wielding a camera which took amazing shots.
She had three piercings on each ear, and as he stared at her, he took in the silver earrings which she wore. He noticed the Celtic cross highest up then came a vivid blue heart, and the last one dangled but he couldn’t make it out. Stepping closer to her as he held the door for her, he brushed his lips along the collar of her shirt.
“What’s this?” he asked. His hip held the door while he touched the lobe of her ear with one hand.
“My earring?” She pursed her lips for a brief moment. “Ah, that’s the tree of life. Aidrian gave them to me.”
Her breath caught, and he could sense her sadness. She never told him what had her so concerned, and so, he did his best to ignore it for the time being.
“Tree of life?”
“Aye. The trunk symbolizes strength. The branches stretch and hunt for learning and knowledge. Our ancient Celtic heritage is represented by the roots. And, if you look closely, ya can also see a trinity knot within it.”
Leaning closer, he gazed at it and sure enough, he could see the knot, right in the center of the tree. He inhaled deeply and smiled as he caught the scent of her as it intermingled with his much more masculine soap. Truth be told, he liked his scent on her. Sure, it may be possessive and caveman-like but he didn’t give a damn.
He hung back as she got her ticket and watched as she strolled through the station to take a seat beside him.
“Ya know ya can leave. I’m capable of getting on a train by mahself. It’s boarding soon.”
Ignoring her, he draped an arm along the back of her chair. “Humor me.”
She didn’t decline nor did she move away, and he allowed himself a small smile of victory. He knew she was warming to him.
You’re not being an ass, his mind pointed out.
True. He wasn’t. He actually enjoyed spending time with her. Hell, even this morning while he watched her sleep, he’d discovered he was at peace. Normally, if a woman was sleeping in his bed, he itched for them to wake and get out. Sometimes, he would wake them and tell them to leave. He’d ignore their pouting and whining about wanting to stay, shoving them out the door so he could sleep in his bed. He’d always been protective of his sleeping place, but with Affrica, he wanted to keep her there.
“Watch mah stuff for me,” she said before shrugging away from him and walking toward the restrooms.
He hefted her bag and placed it in the seat she’d just vacated all without taking his gaze from the naturally seductive sway of her olive-covered ass. A view he completely enjoyed right up until a pair of long tanned legs blocked his view.
Brows converging in irritation, he lowered his gaze and started at the feet. Fuchsia and black stiletto heels showed off a matching pink nail color on the toes. Up he travelled over the tanning bed colored legs and up to the sequined fuchsia stretched fit mini. An exposed midriff showed off the four diamonds dangling from the belly button. A groan almost slipped free as he passed over a platinum wide neckline razor cutout cropped top and onto the familiar face of Marisol Anderson. With her dark brown hair, vivid green eyes, and creamy skin, she was pretty enough but he’d learned the hard way her insides were much darker than the out.
“What the fuck are you doing at a train station, Marisol?” He glanced at his wristwatch. “Especially at eight in the morning.”
“I was out when I saw your car go by. I wanted to talk to you so I followed.” She smiled. “And here I am.”
Out, my ass. More like you were on your way home from a night on your knees. I need to get rid of her before Affrica comes back.
“We have nothing to discuss. I told you that.”
She stuck her lower lip out in a well-practiced pout. “I already apologized for that minor incident. Forget it; remember how great we were together.”
In truth, he couldn’t recall a damn thing about her. “Not interested.” And that was, in no way, a minor incident.
She smoothed her hands down her sequined skirt and gave him a smile, which in the past would have gotten her just about anything she wanted from him. Now, it merely curdled his stomach.
“Let me refresh your memory.” She sidled closer, her hips swinging with each determined step.
He blew out an exasperated breath, already beyond bored with her attempts. It bothered him a bit she followed him here. Actually, followed him all the way up here. Okay, so it more than bothered him a bit.
“Go home, Marisol, before you embarrass yourself even further.”
Past her, he could see Affrica approaching. Shit! He wanted to stuff this woman in a corner so there was no connection between them. The last thing he needed was Affrica seeing this woman with him. But it was too late, he knew it when she cocked a brow and gave him a sardonic smile.
He curled his hand around her bag and lifted it out to her. Marisol’s eyes widened but she stepped to the side and allowed Affrica to get nearer.
“Thank ya,” Affrica said.
He didn’t let go immediately until she narrowed her eyes slightly.
“Who are you?” Marisol demanded. “What are you doing with her bag?” This time, her words directed at him.
He caught Affrica’s gaze and was shocked to discover amusement lingering there. Reeve had been expecting to see disappointment, anger, anything but what he saw.
“Och, dinna worry, lass, I’m nae a threat to ya. Our brothers work together, and he was kind enough to bring me to the train station this morning to catch mah ride.”
He had to bite his tongue to keep his thoughts to himself. His cock throbbed as her
accent rolled over him. Damn, all he wanted was to back her up against a wall and pound the hell out of her as she screamed his name. Just like last night.
Marisol paused in her tirade, fake lashes batting. “So y’all aren’t involved?”
Affrica chuckled and shouldered her bag. He frowned, extremely displeased with the cavalier way she laughed off what they’d shared. One didn’t simply ignore or forget what occurred between them.
“Nae.”
She put her back to Marisol as she faced him. With a mocking glint in her eyes, Affrica gave him a cheeky grin and a thumbs up. It was blatant she was enjoying his discomfort. Shit. Could it get any worse?
Marisol cocked her hip and planted a fist on it. “Good because I’m not about to give him up without a fight.” A derisive sniff. “Especially to you.”
Apparently, things could.
Affrica stiffened, and the flames in her gaze reminded him of when she tore into him outside Godric’s place. It was more than that, though. It wasn’t just Affrica who was upset. Personally, he was fucking pissed by Marisol’s words.
“Watch your tone, Marisol,” he growled, rising from the seat.
Affrica’s emotions smoothed out. “Let it go, Reeve.” She gave a small shake of her head as she rested one hand against his chest. “It’s nae worth it. She’s nae worth it.”
He stared down into her large brown eyes and nodded. The small smile she bestowed upon him made him lightheaded for a moment. She patted his torso and stepped back. Past her, Marisol continued to ramble, obviously upset things weren’t going her way, but he only had eyes for Affrica.
“Thanks for everything, Reeve Leighton.”
Before she could walk away from him, he reached out and snagged her wrist. Everything aside from her faded into nothingness. He drew her back close and captured her chin with his free hand so their gazes were locked. Wiping his thumb along her plump lower lip, he leaned in.
“You and I are far from finished, Affrica O’Shea. Far from finished.”
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