Page 35 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
As she starts to move her legs, I know she’s getting close and I have to taste her.
“Reid!” she calls out when I remove my hand, and I don’t waste a second.
I grip her legs, tossing them over my shoulder, and then I run my tongue against her pussy. She lets out a loud groan and I do it again.
Her hands grip my hair, both pushing me away and then holding me close. I take my time, making her sweat it out, make her work for her release. Sure, I could make it easier on her, but my entire goal is to drag this out as long as I can. I need her desperate for it.
“Jesus. Please. Reid ... I’m so ... so close!”
I increase the pressure from my tongue, and start to finger her at the same time, wishing it was my dick inside her. She’s soft, warm, and if I don’t get my cock inside her, I might possibly die.
Seriously. It could happen.
“Let go, Willow,” I say and then gently use my teeth on her clit.
She’s fighting it, barely holding on, until she can’t anymore. She calls out my name as she finally finds the edge, her breathing is labored, and I could listen to her say it that way a million times.
I climb up her body, her hands pressing against my chest. “That was …” But I can’t even describe it.
“Yeah.”
“I want you, Wills. Now.”
She nods. “I want you too.”
I push up, looking down at the girl who has turned my entire world upside down in only a week.
Her hands lift to my pants, removing my belt, then undoing the button, and I push them down, letting my rock-hard dick spring free.
Willow and I have technically seen each other naked, but this is like looking at each other for the first time.
She smirks, and I swear I get even harder. There’s something sexy about a woman looking at your cock and smiling.
I lean over into her top drawer where I know she keeps condoms and the vibrator she claims she doesn’t have. I grab one of the packets and tear it open.
“Reid?” Her voice is filled with fear.
Dear God, please don’t want to stop.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just ... I don’t want this to change us.”
“I thought you wanted things to change.”
“Not like this. I mean, this is ... we need to …” She lets out a heavy sigh. “You’re my best friend and this can’t change that, okay?”
“Nothing will change. I’m not going anywhere. Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Good.”
I line myself up and try to think of anything to keep from embarrassing myself. I go over financials in my mind while I slide in.
Four hundred emails to answer.
Holy fucking shit she’s tight.
