Page 40 of Reid

“If you need anything you only have to ask. I’d be happy to hand out a little punishment to someone willing to scare a woman, especially your woman.”

A tingle went through Callie at the sound of someone, especially a friend of Reid’s, calling her his. It should be irritating, and the fact she loved it probably put feminism back forty years, but she didn’t care.

She was a confident, self-assured woman who ran her own life, but she also wanted to be Reid’s in every way. That thought made her body light up wanting more.

As if sensing her change in mood, Reid stood. “Time to go. Thank you so much for having us around. Maybe when this over we can go out for a few drinks?”

Zin and Celeste walked them to the door, their arms around each other, her so small against his big body. The name Pixie fit her perfectly, but she wasn’t a delicate fairie, no she was fierce like Tinkerbell.

“Sounds good to me.”

They moved to the car in silence, hands clasped tight as the electricity fizzed and pulsed in the air around them. She wanted this man like an ache in her abdomen, and she was done waiting.

Chapter Sixteen

Reid held Callie’s hand as they walked up the steps to his home, his body shielding her as he watched for threats and found none. The electricity in the car had been off the charts; his dick was harder than steel. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone or anything, but despite her confidence and apparent desire for him, he sensed she was relatively inexperienced.

He wanted to make this good for her, make it last and spend the night worshipping her body. His primal part wanted to rip her clothes off the minute they closed the door and take her. Brand her and mark her as his own. It was a feeling he’d never had before and wasn’t sure he liked it now.

Love made people weak, made them vulnerable to getting hurt, and in his profession that threat was tenfold. Yet, as he stepped inside his home and closed the door, having her in this space felt right in a way he’d never experienced before.

Reid let her hand go as he slid his jacket off and tossed it on the couch. He needed a moment to calm down, or he was going to maul her like an animal and frighten the fuck out of her.

“Do you want a drink?” Reid walked to the fridge and grabbed a coke.

“No, thanks.”

Reid heard the nerves in her voice and looked over to catch her biting her lip, a worried expression on her stunning face. He was confusing her, and that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted her, her body and her mind, and whatever else she was willing to give him, and the truth was it terrified him. But scared or not, he wouldn’t hurt her because of his uncertainty. “Come here, sunshine.”

Callie walked towards him slowly. She looked like a vision of innocence, and he knew it wasn’t fake or put on for his entertainment. His sunshine was famous, wealthy, one of the most photographed, lusted after women in the world, but to him she was Callie. A woman who loved her dog, who cared for her friends, adored her brother, and wanted him as much as he wanted her.

She stopped as she reached him and looked up, her expression open and so damn beautiful he wished he were a painter. He lifted his hands, then placing them on her hips, drew her flush to his body. A hiss left her body as her nipples rubbed against his chest through her shirt.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” He saw the flare of hunger in her eyes at his words and his fingers flexed on her hips as he fought the urge to rush.

“I think so.” Her hands moved up his chest, and he felt the bite of her nails as she gripped his shirt and pressed deeper.

Reid went on as if she hadn’t answered. “I want you more than my next breath, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Callie wet her lips, and his control slipped another notch. “Then why don’t you stop talking and take me?”

Reid growled low in his chest at her words and the husky way she said them, but it was the slight shake of nerves at the end that was his undoing.

Bending, he swung her into his arms. Her laughter curled around him as she threw her head back in enjoyment at the gesture, her arms moving around his neck. Reid strode to his bedroom, pushing the door open with his boot, and kicking it shut behind them. He kept his gaze on her the entire time as he stalked to the bed, watching the way her irises darkened with desire.

Placing her on the bed, he stood back and stared at her as she lay there, her top half propped on her elbows as she waited for him to move, anticipation thick in the air around them. Going to his knees, he removed her shoes as she watched, tossing them behind him. Then he kissed her ankle before he slid his hands higher over her supple thighs. Callie tilted her head as she watched him, and he smiled.

“You plan on helping me undress you?”

His question was met with a grin sexier than any he’d seen before. “And miss the show?”

“Well if it’s a show you want….” He proceeded to pull her trousers over her soft tan thighs, following the movement with his lips. Her skin was sweet, and his dick ached at the thought of just how delicious her pussy would taste.

“Take your top off,” he commanded.

She did as he said, lifting her body and pulling it over her head, leaving her in a lacey pink bra that barely covered the sexy mounds of her tits. Throwing the trousers the way of her boots, he crawled up and over her, stopping only to drop a kiss on her navel. Her belly quivered in response to his touch, and he knew they would be fucking phenomenal together.

With his hands either side of her waist, he dipped his head closer to her face, his lips almost touching hers. He felt the flutter of her hands on his belly, as they roamed over the ridges of muscle until she found skin and he drew in a breath at the sensation.