by Callie Croix
Reid remained silent as she explored, gently running his fingers through her hair. When she looked up and met his molten stare, a bolt of heat raced through her body. He wanted her badly and didn’t even try to hide it.
Gazing up at him, Becca kissed and nibbled each ridged muscle on his belly, following the thin, dark line of hair to where the edge of the sheet lay. With her hand caressing his erection ever so softly, she took the edge of the sheet between her teeth and drew it downward. Slowly, torturously, watching his dark eyes the whole time. They practically glowed in the dimness, the only hint of strain in his expression the tightening line of his jaw.
Becca slid the sheet down to his heavy thighs, exposing the flushed, rigid length of his cock. It flexed under the weight of her stare, as if reaching toward her. She licked her lips in anticipation and shifted down to snuggle between his legs. Tucking her hands beneath his hips, she bent her head and rubbed her cheek against the hot shaft. Reid hissed in a breath and tensed. His fingers bunched in her hair, pulling slightly at the strands. The tiny bite of pain only turned her on more. She inhaled his musky male scent deeply, adoring the feel of him and how he let her draw out the moment for them both.
Moving slowly, she pressed tiny kisses along the shaft all the way to his balls, where she lightly flicked her tongue. A low sound of pleasure came from his throat. Encouraged, Becca licked her way up to the wide head and tongued the tender underside, watching his reaction. Reid’s stare all but burned her, his fingers exerting just enough pressure on her hair to keep her in place but not enough to hurt. Holding his gaze, she parted her lips and took the taut head into her mouth. She hummed in pleasure at the feel of him and the warm, salty flavor on her tongue, then began to suck.
Reid moaned and closed his eyes. His fingers relaxed their grip on her hair, sliding over her scalp in a seductive caress. He petted and stroked while she worked him with her mouth. The rain pattered against the window, creating a languorous atmosphere.
He tasted warm and salty, a bit tangy. Delicious. Becca let her lids drop down to better enjoy the sensual experience, feeling like she was moving through thick, warm honey.
“Baby, yeah,” Reid groaned a moment later, lifting his hips to push deeper into her mouth. “Suck me just like that. Feels so good.”
His words make her inner muscles clench in an agony of anticipation. She ached to feel the thick length in her mouth plunge into her empty pussy. The urge to slide a hand between her thighs to take the edge off was almost overwhelming.
“Stop,” he ordered roughly.
Reluctant to stop, she opened her eyes and released him, still tasting his salty tang on her tongue. “I want to make you come.”
“Not yet.” His jaw was clenched tight, nostrils flared. “Turn around and slide your hips back up here first.”
She blinked, eyebrows hiking up as heat flooded her cheeks. He wanted her to sit on his face?
Impatient, Reid caught her wrist and tugged, pulling her to her knees. “Do it. I want to go down on you while you suck me.”
God, she loved it when he talked dirty like that. With any other man she would have balked at the lascivious act in the light of day, but the thought of a sixty-nine with him was enough to make her insides melt. The way he pushed her boundaries was sexy as hell, something she’d never experienced with anyone else.
Another tug. Firmer this time. “C’mere.” His eyes all but glittered with longing.
Unbelievably turned on yet blushing so hot she could feel the heat all the way down to her chest, Becca swallowed and edged closer.
Out of patience, Reid seized her hips and hauled her up toward his face as he lay down flat. “Turn around,” he growled softly, pulling her robe off and tossing it aside.
Trembling, she did as he commanded, thankful she’d just showered so she was nice and clean everywhere.
“God, you’re sexy.” His wide palms stroked over the flare of her hips and waist as she kneeled beside him. Then he paused to reach up and cup her breasts so his fingers could play with her hardened nipples. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes, melting in helpless response.
“C’mere.” He tugged backward on her hips, his velvet-rough voice coaxing her to give in.
Exhaling slowly, Becca parted her trembling knees. How did he push her past her inhibitions so easily? She raised one leg, sliding it over his neck to rest her knee beside his head. Reid hummed in approval and pulled her into position with firm hands, his hot breath bathing her swollen flesh. She shivered as moisture slicked her folds. Reid released one of her hips to glide his palm down her spine in a slow, soothing caress that swept over her buttocks.
“That’s it. Lean down.” His palm pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her upper body forward into position. She exhaled and turned her attention to the rigid length of his cock awaiting her lips instead of thinking about the way her tender bits and pieces were on display mere inches from his face. God, the view she was giving him right now was enough to set her face on fire. It was also incredibly hot.
The muscles in her thighs quivered with tension as she leaned down to grasp the thick length of his cock in one hand and opened her lips around the velvety head. His murmur of enjoyment increased the melting heat between her legs, though she waited to lower her hips to his mouth. Before she could move, Reid lifted his head and placed a slow, intimate kiss against her open folds. She hissed in a breath around his erection and froze as searing pleasure swamped her veins.
A ringtone went off somewhere in the room and she only distantly recognized it as her work phone. The normally cheery bells clanged like gongs in the quiet room. Already lost in sensation, she blocked out the offensive noise. After a few more seconds, the bells stopped when her voicemail picked up, allowing her to focus completely on the delicious treat she was sampling and the erotic glide of Reid’s tongue between her legs.
Another hungry growl vibrated against her core, then his tongue settled over her clit. Her knees wobbled, but his strong hands were there to hold her up, turning her on even more. While she struggled to breathe, he swirled the flat of it over her aching flesh with soft, languid strokes, like he was lapping up melting ice cream. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought to stay still, barely able to maintain the rhythm of her mouth while she sucked him. In the quiet between them, every sensation seemed multiplied. Her hard nipples brushed against his ridged abdomen, adding another streamer of heat to the inferno gathering inside.
Reid hummed in pleasure as he enjoyed her, his tongue like velvet against her thrumming clit. Her hips rocked involuntarily, seeking firmer contact. Without stopping what he was doing, he ran his hands across her lower back, over her buttocks and down the backs of her thighs. He stroked his fingertips up over the curves of her rear and finally into the valley between her cheeks, caressing every inch of that forbidden place until she was moaning around his shaft and panting for breath.
She’d never had a lover so uninhibited or focused on pleasing her. He made her feel beautiful and cherished, that nothing was off-limits if it pleased her. The warm, patient tongue on her clit told her just how much Reid enjoyed what he was doing to her. When two of his long fingers eased into her soaked channel to stroke the pulsing glow inside, Becca released his cock and let out a choked cry, stunned by the intensity of the sensation careening through her. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably, the muscles straining to hold the unfamiliar position.
“Reid,” she whispered, getting desperate as the pleasure mounted, reaching back to palm his head and bring him tighter against her. She was so turned on that she didn’t care anymore about having her ass practically shoved in his face.
In answer, he stopped licking her and raised her hips away from his mouth, ignoring her pleading whine as he pushed her upward. “Slide my cock inside you.”
Panting with arousal, Becca climbed off him on shaky legs and lun
ged across the bed to grab a condom from her nightstand drawer. Her clit throbbed like a separate heartbeat. Turning back to Reid, she found him watching her with a predatory stare, one fist wrapped around his cock. Her pussy squeezed as that strong hand stroked upward, drawing a pearly drop of fluid from the tip.
As though he knew exactly how turned on she was, Reid smiled in invitation, his lips shiny from her juices. “Come up here and take me.”
He didn’t have to ask twice.
She rolled the condom onto him and straddled his hips. Reid growled in approval and cupped her breasts, playing with the nipples as he leaned up to meet her hungry kiss. Their tongues danced in a lazy, erotic dance that had her shaking, the tangy taste of her arousal filling her mouth. She rose up and grasped his hard length in one hand then lowered herself onto the thick tip. Reid’s head fell back against the pillows as she took him into her body, his lids lowered in bliss. She sucked in a breath at the sensation. She felt so full and swollen, utterly feminine and beautiful.
Reid’s eyes glittered up at her. “Ride me,” he bit out, tweaking her nipples.
Overcome with lust, Becca began to rock, savoring every moment of being impaled on his erection. With every down stroke she leaned forward to rub her aching clit against his body. Pleasure licked over her skin wherever they touched. Reid’s breathing grew rougher, the muscles in his neck and shoulders standing out as she pushed him toward the brink. She loved how he let her watch him this way. Adored that he could be the dominant lover of her fantasies one moment, then let her take control and allow himself to be vulnerable to her as well.
The pulse in her clit expanded, melding with a deeper pleasure each time his cock slid over the bundle of nerves hidden against the back of her pubic bone. The tension coiled ever tighter until she was greedy for release. God, she needed to come.
Those damned bells went off behind her again. Becca felt like snarling at the phone. She was too overcome with sensation to care who was on the other end. Her whole body was wound tight, every muscle pulled tight from the ever-expanding pressure inside her. Her pussy was stretched and filled in the most delicious way, warmth sizzling along every nerve ending. She barely noticed when the phone fell silent again, focused solely on the pleasure that was so intense it threatened to make her scream.
As though he sensed just how close she was, Reid slid a hand between them to gently play with her clit. He gazed straight into her eyes while they both gasped and groaned and strained toward release. His fingertips caressed that slick knot of need while his cock hit the aching spot inside her with every luscious stroke. The pleasure magnified even more, building the flames higher.
Unable to keep her eyes open, Becca flung back her head and cried out as the waves of ecstasy crested then finally crashed over her.
“Fuck,” Reid growled, his hips arching into her as she came. He slammed up hard inside her clenching pussy while the orgasm rippled through her. She forced her eyes open just in time to catch the exquisite agony on his face as his erection jerked inside her and he pumped his release into the condom.
She was still catching her breath when he smiled up at her and drew her down into a long, sensuous kiss, holding her tight against his heart. Boneless and replete, she draped herself over him and fell straight to sleep.
Chapter Eight
Crouched behind the boxwood hedge next to the back door, Carter strained to hear any sounds coming from inside. The woman had taken a tray of food upstairs not too long ago, but he hadn’t wanted to risk being seen if she suddenly came down again. His cell phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it. After a minute it buzzed again.
I’ll go in and get it when I’m goddamn good and ready.
He’d done plenty of B&Es in the past. He wasn’t going to risk being caught just because the person who’d hired him had a bug up their ass about this job. It wasn’t his fault the wreck last night hadn’t killed the targets.
The phone buzzed again, an angry, annoying insect that set his teeth on edge.
Biting back a curse, Carter pulled it out to find not a text from his current boss, but a message from Kevin.
Have computers. Flash drive downstairs in her office. Meet u in 10.
Well, at least something was going according to plan. No word on whether or not the accountant was still alive now that Kev had paid him a visit and taken the computers from his place across town, but at least he’d found out where the flash drive was. Carter hoped that meant Kev had only left the guy bleeding and beaten rather than dead, since the last thing they needed was to worry about being up for murder charges. Now the only remaining link to the file should be in the woman’s office. If he could slip in, grab it and get out undetected, the job was done. He’d rather not have to shoot her, but that was entirely dependent on how the next few minutes went.
Slipping the phone back into his pocket, he pulled his hoodie further up over his head and crept silently toward the door. Thankfully none of the neighbors were up yet, at least as far as he could tell. He’d planned to be in and out a long time ago, and her early-morning venture into the kitchen had forced him to wait out here in the cold drizzle. His palms were sweating lightly as he slipped the Leatherman tool into the back lock, praying she hadn’t set the perimeter alarm last night when she’d come home with that guy. Big dude who looked like he could do a hell of a lot of damage in a fistfight. He was still inside with her. Carter had no interest in tangling with him. He had to make this quick.
Keeping his movements slow and steady, he picked the lock and eased the back door open a few inches. No beeping, no indication he’d tripped an alarm sensor. Breathing a little easier, he eased off his wet shoes so he wouldn’t leave any tracks on the floor and stepped inside, shutting the door silently behind him.
He could see the office doorway from the kitchen. Since Kev had said the flash drive was there—he didn’t want to know how he’d gotten the accountant to talk—and the desk seemed like the obvious place to look, he’d start there first.
Not taking any chances in case someone came downstairs before he could get out, he drew the pistol from his waistband and thumbed off the safety, the little click loud in the quiet. He took a cautious step toward the office.
A long, low moan from upstairs made him drop to a crouch and freeze. His heart hammered as he waited there for long moments, head tilted slightly as he tried to figure out if anyone was coming down the stairs.
Another throaty, female sound, this one so obviously sexual it sent a shock of awareness throughout his body. He grinned in amusement and relief. If they were getting busy upstairs, that would likely give him at least a few minutes of uninterrupted search time.
Carter rose from the floor and continued through the kitchen toward the office, his grip tight on the pistol. Just in case.
* * *
Becca cracked one eye open when Reid gently eased away from her and sat up. “What time is it?” she mumbled, pushing the hair out of her face.
“Almost nine. Sorry I woke you.” He ran a hand through his bed-head hair, his biceps and chest flexing with the movement. Even rumpled and in serious need of a shave, the man was pure, raw sex.
Realizing she was staring, she gave herself a mental shake. “It’s okay, I need to get up anyhow.” She dragged herself out of the warm cocoon and entered the bathroom, where she shut the door for some privacy and tidied up.
When she came out a couple of minutes later in her robe, he was putting the clothes he’d tossed onto the floor neatly into a duffel he must have brought upstairs with him last night. She drank in the sight of him standing there naked and comfortable with it, all that pure masculine power on display for her appreciative gaze.
“Can I grab a shower up here?”
“Sure, help yourself.” She stepped aside to let him pass, liking the thought of him in her bathroom and making himself comfo
rtable in her space. It was too much temptation not to steal a peek at the way his naked ass flexed as he walked into the bathroom. For a moment she thought about joining him in the shower then decided against it—if she did, she knew they’d wind up having sex in there and then right back in bed afterward. She had things to do, like have “the talk” with Reid, check in with the police and see how David was doing. For that, she needed to be dressed.
Stifling a yawn, she crossed to her closet. She rubbed at the back of her neck and the tops of her shoulders as she perused the hangers, aware of the lingering tenderness in her muscles. The impact had jarred her worse than she’d realized last night. Funny it hadn’t bothered her during sex, she thought with a grin.
After dressing in jeans and a comfy black turtleneck, she took her work phone from its charger and checked the call log, frowning when she saw the last number. Apparently it had been David calling her both times while she’d been engaged in illicit acts with Reid.
Pushing aside her annoyance at how he’d behaved during and after the crisis last night, she played the message he’d left her.
“Becca, it’s David. If you’re there, please pick up.”
The urgency in his voice shot through her like a lightning bolt.
On the message a few seconds later when she obviously hadn’t answered, David gave a tight sigh. “I just got home from the hospital, and they’ve trashed my place. Everything’s destroyed.”
Becca’s eyes widened as her hand tightened on the phone. Someone was still after him? She could hear the faint sounds of him moving through the rubble.
“Christ, they’ve stolen my desktop and laptop.” A tense pause, and she could all but feel the alarm crackling across the line. “Look, I know they’re targeting us.”
The word “us” echoed in Becca’s ears. Holy. Shit.
“I think you need to get out of your place, just in case. If I’m being paranoid then fine, but at this point I don’t think so. Take the flash drive I gave you and get out, just until the police can make sure everything’s—”
