Page 154 of The Temporary Fiancée
The way he says it tugs at something low in my stomach. I close the last few feet between us, and his hands are on me before I’ve fully closed the distance, pulling me down to straddle his lap.
His palms slide up the backs of my thighs, moving around to grip my ass. I settle my knees on either side of his hips, and thehard line of his cock pressing up against me through his pants makes a fresh gush of wetness seep from me. Before I can stop myself, I grind against him, seeking more pressure against my needy clit.
“Christ,” he bites out. “You’re such a dirty girl, Liv. Riding me through my clothes like you can’t wait.”
I roll my hips again, getting friction right where I need it. “I can’t. God, Reed?—”
His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me down harder. His mouth crashes against mine, the kiss urgent and messy, as I thread my fingers through his hair and keep rocking on him, my breasts pressed against his chest.
He groans against my mouth, then his hand slides between us. His fingers brush across the front of his pants where I’ve been grinding against him, and he pulls back to look down. A sinful grin pulls at his mouth.
“You’re soaking through my pants.”
My eyes widen, and I start to pull back a little. “Oh shit! Sorry?—”
“Don’t be.” He bands his arms around me, keeping me from scrambling off his lap. “Look what you’re doing to me.”
I glance down. There’s a dark, damp patch on the front of his pants where I’ve been grinding against him, and the sight sends a zap of heat through my body.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Reed growls, mirroring my own thoughts. Because as filthy—and slightly embarrassing—as it is, something about it turns me on too.
“Reed, please.” My voice comes out shaky. “I need you.”
He doesn’t answer in words. His mouth meets mine again, and this time there’s no teasing at all. We’re both far beyond that point. He grips me by the waist and lifts me off his lap in one motion, then lays me down on my back on the couch. I land witha soft huff as my back hits the cushions, and he hovers over me, his expression hungry.
He glances over at the discarded lingerie, and something flashes in his eyes. “These are mine now, right? They’re my gift?”
“Oh.” I blink, surprised. “Yeah, I guess so.”
I’m still trying to figure out what he wants with lingerie I’m no longer wearing when he picks the pieces up. Then he takes my wrists, brings them together above my head, and loops the red lace around them, tying it off in a knot that’s snug but not tight. His eyes flick to mine for a beat, silently asking if this is okay. My pulse kicks up hard as I nod. The fabric is so soft and stretchy that I’m sure I could get free if I wanted to, but knowing I’m bound by the very thing I wore to tease him makes my clit throb.
He sits back and looks at me—naked, tied up, and splayed out for him—and lets out an appreciative sound.
“Don’t move.”
My breath stutters. “I won’t.”
His mouth lifts at the corner. He glances past my head to the side table, then reaches for something I can’t see. When he sits back, he’s holding one of the candy canes I set out earlier, and I gaze up at him, the heat in my stomach climbing.
“Reed, what?—”
“Shh. You’ll see.”
He tears the wrapper off with his teeth, his attention pinned on me, and a desperate, anticipatory mewl escapes me as my thighs clench. Then he draws the rounded top of the candy cane into his mouth, his tongue exploring the smooth curve of it. The flick of his tongue around the candy is dirty and shameless, and I can’t look away.
“Wishing this candy cane was your clit?” he murmurs, the words almost lazy.
“Yes.” My bound hands flex above my head. “Reed, please.”
“You beg so pretty, baby. I could never deny you.”
He shifts his weight and settles between my legs, easing my knees out wider. When I feel the smooth curve of the candy cane drag over my clit, I tense up as the contact sends heat shooting through me.
“Reed—”
“I’ve got you.”
He works the rounded top of the candy cane against my clit. It’s smooth and firm, slick from his mouth, and the peppermint adds a slight cooling sensation that has me whimpering and squirming beneath him.
