Page 26 of Control (Everyday Heroes 3.50)
“Rez—”
His chuckle against my lips is laced with so much intention that if I weren’t already aching for him, I definitely would be now. “You’ll get it all right, but like you told me, you only get one chance to make a first impression...and hell if I don’t plan on impressing the hell out of you, Desi.”
My eyes must widen or my body must stiffen or hell if I know, but I only see his eyes daring me to challenge his statement. I only hear our ragged breaths highlighted by raindrops beginning to fall outside.
He wets his lip with his tongue as a ghost of a smile paints his mouth.
“We don’t need this anymore,” he murmurs as he reaches for the hem of my tank top. I raise my arms as he pulls it off. When it clears my face, I love how his eyes widen in pure male appreciation.
“No?”
“No.”
And this time when he steps into me and meets my lips, it’s slow and soft. Sure there’s hunger beneath the surface, vibrating to show me this tempo is as difficult for him as it is for me. But while our previous kisses were like a Molotov cocktail thrown at me already on fire, this kiss is like a slow-burning ember that’s just starting to ignite. My body warms bit by bit, from the center out to my fingers and toes.
With his hands still cuffing my wrists, the focus is solely on our kiss. On the connection of our tongues. On the finesse of his skill.
His lips coax me, brand me, warn me of the promise of what is to come. I already know without a doubt I’ll take whatever he is going to give me. I’ve not known this sort of...need before. But I want him.
God yes, I want him.
Whereas before I wanted to rip his boxers off and get to the good stuff, the way he’s pouring everything into this kiss—as if this is the end game—makes me want to melt into him and realize that this is the good stuff.
This is...the flutter and the swoon and every damn thing between.
It’s intimate. Reverent. Everything I shy away from and tell myself I don’t ever want.
But damn if it isn’t all-consuming.
Lightning flashes and thunder roars. Enough to shock us apart and snap me from the spell I never agreed to fall under.
Our eyes meet across the darkened room and I see the desperation in his gaze. It looks the way I feel.
“Fuck me, Reznor.”
That chuckle again. The one that feels like it rumbles through me deeper than the thunder does as he loosens the grip on my wrists and slides his hands between my thighs.
I sigh. I step farther apart. I dig my nails into his shoulders as he cups me and runs his finger up and down the length of my slit on the outside of my shorts.
“I never thought you’d ask,” he says, moments before his lips crash back against mine and his fingertip slides beneath the hem of my shorts and finds me wet and wanting and oh-so aroused.
The next few moments feel like the lightning flashing around us. Unpredictable. Energetic. Explosive.
Clothes are removed in the short seconds that our bodies separate before they crash back together again. Stumbling steps are taken down a darkened hallway. His mouth is on mine. His hands are running over me. His body is against mine.
And this is how we fall onto his bed—in a torrent of unsated desire where we can’t get enough. A rush of words falls from our mouths.
Please. Hurry. Yes. You ready? Oh, God.
Then there is nothing but pleasure as Reznor licks his fingers and rubs them up and down the length of me before using the crest of his dick to do the same. And then with eyes focused between my thighs and his tongue just barely between his lips in concentration, he pushes that glorious cock into me.
All words turn to groans.
All muscles tense and liquify as the pleasure of him sliding across my G-spot hits me.
“Reznor.” It’s a moan. A plea. A thank you.
“God, that feels good.”
