My eyes landed on Reid, and he was watching me with a lopsided grin.
“Does this answer your question?” He laughed. “Besides being close to work, this place is located in one of Harlem's most prized neighborhoods, and surrounded by cutting edge restaurants and shopping. The Farmer's Market on Saturdays in Morningside Park; I try to go every weekend.”
“You go to the Farmer’s Market?” I laughed, taking another sip of the Pinot.
“Don’t sound so surprised. A guy’s gotta eat.” He poked at my arm, causing me to laugh more.
“You’ll have me believe you cook in that fancy kitchen, too? It’s not just about the ‘man fridge’?” I asked, my tone incredulous.
“I’ll have you know, I could cook a meal that would leave you speechless, lady. You sure are making a lot of assumptions about me. I can’t live in Harlem cause I’m white; I can’t go to the Farmer’s Market on Saturdays; I can’t use the six burner Viking cooktop, with double oven, I might add. But I can find the other eight erogenous zones on that gorgeous body…” His heated gaze ran the length of my body before returning to my face.
My laughter sobered at the last part. I noticed the gleam in his eyes over the glass of wine he wet his lips with. I finished the contents of my glass, and he took it from me.
“Eight?” I questioned as his fingers touched mine.
“Eight,” he repeated. “You think I’m capable of that?”
I want to find out what these other eight are. I didn’t know about the feet. I didn’t know I had nine possible spots. “You are always teaching me, Professor.”
His eyes darkened as heat passed between us. He sat the glasses on the small table on the patio and pulled me into his arms. His hands ran up my back and we swayed to the jazz music.
The heat of his touch against my skin caused my heart to palpitate.
I wanted his hands on the rest of me finding those spots, driving me over the edge. “Reid,” I whispered, reaching my hands up around his neck through the hair at the nape of his neck. He pressed his hands into my back; my body flattened against his as he toyed with the zipper at the back of my dress. He dipped his head near my ear, nipped at the lobe and soothed the sting by sucking it between his lips. I gasped, “Mmm.”
“Do you know how much this dress drove me wild tonight? You are so sexy, Addison. You don’t even know what you do to me.” He traced the C of my ear with his tongue.
My breath hitched at his words and the feel of his warm breath against my ear. I hung on to him for dear life as I felt the zipper to my dress peel apart by his hand.
“Show me, Reid,” I sighed.
A moan emanated from him and vibrated against my body. I shivered in his arms, and I heard his light chuckle. “You feel that, baby?”
“Yes, what are you doing to me?”
“Erogenous zone number two…”
“My ear?”
He nipped at it again, and I damn near came on the spot. “Yes, your ear,” he growled. He took my hand and pulled me back into his house. The back of my dress was halfway open and one strap hung from my shoulder. “I don’t want to give my neighbors a show.” He spun me in his arms, flipped the lights off on the garden patio over my shoulder and shut the door behind us.
Looking into my eyes, he pulled me farther into his house. The sound of soft jazz still played as our backdrop as he swayed with me in his arms. I felt like he was the Pied Piper, and I followed him as if a timid mouse in a trance. He reached for my left shoulder, running his hand over the other strap of my dress, sliding it down my arm. I knew as soon as this red material made its way down my torso, I would be naked before him. I didn’t wear a bra under this thing, and he had my panties in his pocket.
“If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word, Addison.” His words were a low whisper. I leaned in to hear him.
I shook my head ‘no’. “I don’t want you to stop. I want…mmm.” My words were cut off when he kissed my jaw down to my neck. He continued sliding the dress from my body and the cool air from his air conditioner hit my bare skin. The dress hit the floor, pooling at my bare feet. He continued to suck at my neck and my pulse quickened under his tongue. My head lulled lazily to the side allowing him better access. His strong abled hands made their way up my back, pressing my naked form into him, still fully dressed.
Well, that isn’t fair.
I reached between us and found the buttons to his pale blue dress shirt and worked my way up the fabric popping each one as he worked his way up and down the column of my neck with his lips.
“You are so overdressed, Reid, and here I am naked,” I murmured.
I felt his low chuckle hot against my skin. “Let’s do something about that.”
“Yes, let’s.” I pushed his shirt back from his shoulders and his bare chest came into view. I gulped, taking him in. He did not disappoint. Many classroom fantasy sessions I’d wondered how his bare chest and biceps would look without the shirt hugging him and goddamn.
“You okay?” he smirked.
“Mm-hmm, great,” I gulped.
He laughed. He looked between us down the length of my naked body. “Yes, you are great, indeed.”
I fought the urge to cover up under his watchful eye. He’d seen me now, and I didn’t look bad naked. I hit the gym, did my squats and shit.
Yea, take it in, Mr. Matheson.
“You sure?” I joked, throwing his shirt over one of the high back chairs at his kitchen island.
“Jokes, Miss Mitchell?” he raised a brow. His voice dropped to an octave I’ve never heard before; my body broke out in goose flesh.
“Who me? Jokes? Never.” I stood in front of him wide-eyed not knowing for sure where this was going. Awkward, I was buck naked and he was only shirtless. He stalked toward me and in an instant, I was looking at his kitchen and his firm ass upside down.
“Oh my God.” He picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me, with no effort, over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” I gasped.
“Taking you to my bedroom,” he answered simply.
I watched his ass flex through the dress pants as he walked. “And, I couldn’t walk there on my own?”
“Keep up the sarcasm, Miss Mitchell. It turns me on.”
“It was a question, not sarcasm.” My hand itched to smack that ass. I wasn’t that bold and the liquid courage I had earlier was starting to wear off. Could I really be flung over the shoulder of my law professor, naked being carted off to his bedroom? This had to be a dream. A very delicious dream, but one nonetheless.
“Sounded a hell of a lot like you were being a smartass, not once but twice,” he said, whipping me back over his shoulder. I landed in the middle of a large bed that felt like a cloud to my backside. He stood over me at the foot of his bed, his hand at his belt buckle. I don’t know why images of me going over his knee while he showed me who’s the boss with that belt went through my mind. I wasn’t into that sort of thing at all but looking at him, I might make an exception to that rule…
I bit my lip, watching him slide the leather through the shiny buckle.
“What about me undoing my belt has you turned on, Addison? I can see it in your eyes.”
I just shook my head. I was not telling him I was having dirty thoughts of him cracking my ass with his belt. What kind of screwed up Fifty Shades of Perverted was that? “You think I’m gonna take my belt to that smart ass of yours?” he asked.
My eyes shot up to meet his, and there was mischief there. This was certainly a different side to Reid. I liked it. It was certainly turning me on. He was usually so staunch and serious. This was a fun, sexy side.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenged.
He let out a low chuckle as he unbuttoned his pants. He lost them and his boxers in one push down his defined thighs. I was quickly distracted by the length that hung between them.
Holy shit.
He was long and thick and hard as a rock.
“The only thing I’m beating is
that pussy when I’m inside you, Miss Mitchell.”
Chapter 8
I licked my lips and tried to appear calm, but my mind was screaming, omigodomigodomigod!
I scooted back on his bed as he got on all fours and crawled across his bed like a lion stalking its prey. His gray eyes, the color of steel, were locked and loaded on me.
“Where are you going? I hope you aren’t scared of me. That was not my intent.” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“No, not at all,” I said, leaning forward as I cupped his jaw with my hand. He turned into my palm and kissed it with a gentleness that made my heart melt and my lady bits purr.
“I don’t know how all of that is gonna fit in little ol’ me, but where there is a will…”
He finished for me. “We’ll find a way. Lay back, sweetheart.”
I hesitated only briefly as he pinned me with a stare. I lay back on the mounds of fluff and comfort. Damn, where did he get this bed? I could die here.
The way he was looking at me, I may surely die of orgasms. The man looked ravenous, and I was on the menu tonight.
He hovered over me, the heat of his body radiated from him to me. My breathing was shallow as he took in my body until he lined up with me perfectly. Looking in my eyes, he dipped his head and captured my lips softly at first, then more demanding. My lips parted as he sought entry with his tongue, and I gave him what he was seeking. I wanted it, too. I wrapped my hands around his neck and massaged my fingers up into his nape. He dipped his head lower, running his tongue and lips along my jaw to my neck. He found my pulse point and continued where he’d left off earlier.
I threw my head back on his pillows and squeezed my eyes shut enjoying the sensation of his naked body pressing me into this pillowy, heavenly cloud bed. It felt like an out of body experience. My body tensed and shivered underneath his touch, and I felt him smile against my skin.
“You did it again,” I breathed.
“You did it, baby. I like when a woman reacts when it’s good—”
“Mmm, it is so good,” I agreed.
He traced my arm down to my hand and connected my fingers with his. He lifted my arm up off the bed.
“Put your hands over your head.”
“What? Why?” I asked, doing as he asked but with reservation.
He raised a brow. “Do you trust me?”
“Is this a trick question?”
“Sarcasm again… You know what it does to me,” he growled, tracing the underside of my arm over my armpit. He circled the valley there, not once, but twice. My body reacted immediately.
What in the entire hell; an erogenous zone in the pit of my arm? I’ve never heard of such a damn thing. He ran those abled fingertips down around the outside shape of my breasts and my breath hitched as he dipped his head and used those fingers to lift my nipple to his warm waiting mouth. He sucked the sensitive nub all the way in taking damn near half my breast with it. He sucked on the darkened tip like he was milking it. I threw my head back and arched my back, thrusting his meal farther into his face and mouth. He captured my other breast with his other hand and squeezed.
Good God!
“Yes, Reid!”
Damn, I was seeing stars, and I knew my first orgasm was coming. As I shuddered beneath him, he let my right nipple go with a pop and immediately went to work on my left nipple. The same intense pleasure radiated through my body. I could only grab hold of the pillows above my head and hang on for the ride. I opened my eyes only briefly to look down at him latched onto me, licking and sucking as his other hand played with the round protruding nub he’d just had his fill of. The sight of the man I’ve lusted after on more than one occasion, naked and moving over me put me over the edge once more. Just as he did before, he let go of my nipple and continued his journey downward. His warm breath over my stomach and belly button was a trigger. He knew exactly what he was doing travelling down to my tingling body.
I was panting in anticipation.
If his skills on my nipple were any indication what I was in for, my clit was in for a workout. He ran his fingers over my mound and spread me open with two fingers, flicking his finger over my sensitive nub. I damn near came off the bed. He placed a hand on my stomach holding me back against the cloud. Lowering his face into my heat, he licked me from clit to opening, delving his tongue into my wetness. He darted in and out of me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“God, Reid. Fuck,” I moaned, pressing my clit into him. “Yes, yes!” I screamed as I brought one hand from above my head and lost it in his hair. Holding his head between my legs, I rode the wave of pleasure he gave for the umpteenth time tonight.
My head was a fog and my eyes closed. I didn’t realize he stopped until I heard the sound of a wrapper being torn opened somewhere through the haze. I watched him throw the wrapper back into his side table drawer. I’d wonder how he’d been able to do that without me hearing it, but I couldn’t hear anything past the buzzing in my ears. I barely heard the jazz music still wafting through his condo.
I watched him through hooded eyes slide the latex over his rigid shaft, covering the veins and smooth slickness of his length. I inadvertently licked my lips as I watched him. A new onset of wetness pooled between my thighs in anticipation.
I spread my legs as he crept back up the bed hovering over me. He lowered his head to kiss down my jaw and my neck; I writhed beneath him. Why on earth was he making me wait for what I knew we both wanted, hell, at this point what we both needed? He chuckled against my skin as the tip of his erection nudged my folds as I moved.
“You want this, baby?” he teased.
“Jokes? Mr. Matheson,” I repeated his words from earlier.
“Not about this, never. I just want to know. Tell me you want me, Addison.” He hovered mere inches above my want, inches from giving me what I needed. I only had to thrust my hips up into him for me to feel him split me open.
I looked up into his gray eyes as they grew serious and lust filled. “I want you, Reid. I want to feel you inside me. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
He pressed the mushroomed head of his dick past the slick folds of my opening. I bit back a curse as he did the same.
“Christ, you are tight,” he gritted as he continued to push.
“Feels so good,” I moaned, digging my fingers into his muscled triceps. “Give it to me, please.” I threw my head back arching my pelvis and assisting him, sliding further to the hilt. “Yes, Reid. Mmm.”
He ran a hand down my front cupping my breast as he began to move inside me over and over, pumping and winding his hips driving me closer and closer to the edge.
I could only pant, the pleasure much too intense. He was driving this. I could only hold on for the ride. I barely registered him saying little encouragements or things of affirmation through the buzz building again in my ears. I was about to fall apart all over him.
“Feels so good, baby. Damn, you’re gonna make me come. Shit,” he grunted as he continued.
Hell, he wasn’t alone. “I’m right there with you. Don’t stop.”
But, he did stop, froze mid-stride as we both heard what sounded like a pounding at his front door.
“What in the holy fuck?” he muttered.
“Expecting someone?” I tried making light of the awkward situation. Here he was balls deep in my soaking wet core, going to Pound Town on the fuck truck and someone was banging on his freaking door. He moved again with the tip of him nearly reaching my stomach. I moaned as he kissed my neck.
“Maybe they will go away,” he said against my ear as he pumped into me again.
No such luck.
The pounding was more insistent this time.
“Goddamn it. I’m sorry, baby. Let me…” He pulled slightly from me.
“No, of course.” I was disappointed neither of us got to the point we were marathoning for; so close but so damn far.
“Just give me a minute to get rid of whoever that is,” he said, pulling his boxers back on and grabb
ing for the robe hanging on the ensuite bathroom door. “Don’t move. We aren’t finished.” He winked at me as I pulled the sheet and comforter up around me and sank back into the cloud bed.
“Not going anywhere.” I blushed.
“For God’s sake,” he said, his tone exasperated as he made his way out of his bedroom as the pounding at the door continued. He didn’t close his bedroom door all the way and since the living area and his bedroom were all on one floor, I could hear whoever was at the front door although it was muted because of the sound of jazz still floating through the place.
“Took you long enough to answer the goddamn door, Reid…”
Shit.
I sure as hell heard that loud and clear above the music. I knew that voice all too well.
Arlene.
Chapter 9
“God in heaven, Arlene. What on earth are you doing here?” I heard Reid say, his tone less than friendly.
“Don’t...don’t you do that.” Arlene’s words slurred. She sounded like she had more than a few cocktails after I’d left the dinner party. This did not sound pretty. But, maybe I’d get some questions answered about everything they seemed to be tight-lipped about up until now.
I, for one, wanted to know what in the fresh hell was going on with these two.
Why the tension and animosity?
I scooted quietly from Reid’s bed and tiptoed across the hardwood floor over to my dress…
Shit.
My dress was still on his kitchen floor where he’d stripped it off me before slinging me over his shoulder, caveman-style. It’s been hot as hell at the time, but now...
Damn it.
I sent up a silent prayer to the Almighty that Arlene didn’t see my shoes and dress. She’d recognize the clothing, and know I was somewhere in his condo, naked.
She’d not find the humor in this at all. Arlene had no sense of humor. She was a complete sack of potatoes when it came to common human interaction. What she could possibly have beef with Reid about was beyond me.
“You're not going to just push me to the side, like you always do, Reid Matheson. Just because you're friends with him does not mean you get to come in and take over my case! Consulting, my ass!
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