KNOT: A Wake Family Novel (27 page)

Oh, how I like that face.

He had many sexy looks, but that one was the best of them all. The stress he typically wore on his forehead had disappeared. The trepidation I’d recognized many times in his eyes all but vanished.

He kissed me again and feeling that smile pair with mine was incredible.

This was actually happening.

I pulled the shirt off his shoulders, and then he dragged his undershirt up his back and over his head. His bicep flexing in the process, and I placed a kiss on it, too.

Desperate, I inched my way closer to his stomach on his lap and lifted up on my knees. He ran his finger through his mouth, then touched me. Slipping his fingers through me for the first time and then running them back up the front to my clit where he stopped and teased me in circles.

I trembled, and an appreciative hum came from his chest.

When I braced myself on his shoulders and looked down, I found his eyes on me again, so I kissed him with everything I had.

Tongues. Lips. Breathing into each other as the moment propelled us both forward. I reached between us and ran a free hand down his cock. Soft skin, but rigid and stiff.

I moaned into his mouth as he applied just the right pressure to me, my grip tightening as I stroked him. Then, I added my other hand, and laced my fingers together, running him through my palms.

He slipped a finger inside me, and my legs felt weaker than before, my body instructed me to sit, to press down on him. He held me in place with his other arm, his fingers splayed across my side.

I moved my legs closer to him and began guiding him to me, then the reality of what I was about to do hit me.

“Reagan, do you have a condom?” I didn’t know his history. In turn, he didn’t know mine.

Where was my head?

I had some, but it would be much more convenient if he had one nearby. Say in a pocket.

“Shit. I’m sorry. In my wallet.”

I leaned over the side and reached down into the back of his pants and found it. When I offered it to him, he wasn’t willing to let go of me having directed his attention to my breasts once again. Unremarkable as they were, he seemed to like them just fine.

“Go head. It’s in with the bills,” he instructed.

It was hard to focus as he lightly bit and sucked on me. I had to blink a few times before I flipped it open above our heads. All the while I could feel him close to my entrance and I couldn’t help myself from rubbing against his length.

He chuckled around my nipple, the vibration almost leveled me. Then he said, “You don’t have to go slow with this part, Nora.” I smiled down at his cocky face. So, he was
a little
funny.

I found it, threw the wallet and ripped it open with my teeth, but I wasn’t fast enough and in one quick motion he lifted me and sat me down on his hard cock. It slipped right in, and I felt my shoulder slump from the sheer perfection of it.

“I didn’t put it on you yet,” I panted and lay my head against his shoulder.

“Goddammit. I know. I couldn’t wait. I can’t help myself. I had to see what you felt like first.”

I lifted up leisurely, enjoying the way he fit me. The sensation of his thickness against my most intimate skin caused a delicious friction. Then, I sat fully on him and rocked forward—just once. He was already there. What was the harm?

“I should have known better. Nothing will ever feel this good again,” he said into my neck, his arms holding me tightly to him.

His words were just as lovely as he felt, and I agreed.

I placed a kiss on his shoulder and lifted. I knew if I waited any longer, we’d abandon the condom altogether. I leaned to one side and rolled it over his tip. It fit tightly over him, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was painful.

I knew I was clean, and I had an implant to prevent pregnancy, but we hadn’t had a discussion about it. I feared, had we stopped to do all of the talking he suggested, we wouldn’t be doing what we were.

I would have second guessed myself.

If excuses weren’t obvious, I would have created one eventually.

I would have missed out on how good he felt. How he tasted behind his ear. How his voice changed to something akin to music. Finally, a song I liked.

“I’m glad they canceled. I’m so fucking glad,” he said. It was becoming clear that Reagan was a vocal lover.

I liked it. The thick gravelly sound of his deep voice in my ear. It usually took me a while to warm up to talking during sex, and since I didn’t frequently have sex that wasn’t very common.

The tone he used was somewhere between the bold, confident one he used when being stubborn, and the gentler one he used when calm—which wasn’t all that often.

He was a big man, blessed by whatever higher power decided what size anatomy he was capable of handling. He was deliciously thick, and the way he stretched me was exquisite.

“I want you to tell me everything you like. Everything you want,” he said between kisses along my jaw.

I still couldn’t speak.

No. I was somewhere else, going up in flames as I sat myself on him once more.

His hand held onto the back of my neck and pulled my face back so that he could look at me, but I didn’t want to be looked at.

There was no way to know if I could tolerate his laser-like attention. Not only was it the first time I’d had sex in over six months, but it was the first time in years that I’d been in a one-on-one situation.

I’d never been more uncomfortable or turned on.

Feel it, Nora. Listen to your body.

Reggie—Thursday, July 3, 2008

I
had every intention of coming back to Nora’s apartment and talking.

Talking
and listening
.

Sure, I hoped that after we discussed everything, and we came to a mutual agreement, I might kiss her. Touch her. Still, it had to feel right.

I didn’t expect anything else would happen. It was all so fast, and had I not asked her to slow down, it would have been over before it really even began.

We hadn’t discussed anything, and while I was happy to explore her body, there were a lot of things still hanging in the air. I didn’t know what that meant, but fuck if I could help myself.

She had a hard time making eye contact with me, and as much as she usually spoke, she stayed nearly silent. My hand behind her head, I tried to steer her gaze to meet mine, but she was eluding me.

How many times had I pictured taking her? Claiming her? Teasing and showing her how good we could be? This was so different from every scenario I’d played over in my head.

There was no better or worse, it was just different.

We fit together like our bodies had been precisely machined to be the other’s counterpart. The way she moved had me forgetting how I usually reveled in control, but since there had been no discussion to hinge anything on, I was left to be in the moment.

She leaned into my touch and my balls tightened.

I gave up trying to capture her gaze and refocused my attention on holding my composure.

She was a tight, hot, wet
Heaven
.

Like this, my mind was almost crystal clear, and I was thankful.

She rocked into me and having sensed that she was a little nervous, I let her lead where I could. Riding me, she found a pace that was both hypnotic and measured. Her hands cupped my face and she kissed me like we’d been together for years.

Her teeth grazed my bottom lip as quiet whimpers tumbled from her mouth into mine.

The condom had been smart, but knowing first-hand how she felt without it was a mistake. Feeling every bit of her was more than I’d bargained for, better than I’d expected.

Although what she was doing was bending my sanity, I wasn’t able to move like I wanted. Wasn’t able to reach the spot I knew was there.

I needed to fuck
her
.

Moving forward, I lifted under her ass and rolled her onto her back, my knees meeting the floor. Swift as I was, our connection never broke. She propped herself up on one elbow, and her other hand hung onto me.

Her ass was hanging off the ottoman in such a way that I managed to push into her like I wanted. Like I needed.

Sure I’d wanted to be gentle, but I didn’t have any willpower left in me to hold back anymore. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

The way her hair fell to one side showing me her long neck.

Her bare chest provided a view of a pair of breasts I’d no less dreamed up because they were flawless. Small, yet full. Delicate, rosy nipples responsive to my touch. I buried my face there and took turns as I pulled one and then the other into my mouth as she bucked against me.

“Ah,” she panted. Her fingers tangling in my hair holding me against her.

She still hadn’t told me exactly what she wanted, but I was learning a few things on my own. She liked deep strokes inside of her and tightened around me, it seemed, on every inward thrust.

“You like that,” I said raising up to speak to her.

Again, she averted discussion and turned her head, eyes tightly shut. Hopefully she was distracted and not ignoring me.

“Tell me when you’re close, Nora.”

Wordlessly, she moaned, which I accepted as an answer. Yet, I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted a real confirmation. My lips found her ear and I spoke into it.

“You don’t have to talk. I
feel
how much you like it. Don’t shut me out, though. Not like this.” Her cheek rolled into mine, and her breathing came in sharp, rapid spurts. “You’re getting there. I can tell, baby,” I said. I wasn’t sure when I’d made the decision to call her that, but it happened that way. And each time I said it, she’d responded.

Her arm slipped out from under her, and she fell back onto the cushion. I slid my arms under her to hold her securely to me. I embrace her tightly, and as I pressed into her, I pulled her onto me.

“Tell me when,” I instructed. It was one small way I could be myself.

She shook her head slightly, and her fingers dug into my shoulders, driving me into a place I couldn’t control any longer. I wanted her to be there. With me. I’d do anything to ensure that were the case.

I felt her internal grip squeeze me tighter and tighter.

“Nora, I’ll slow down. Please, I need this. Look at me,” I said and pulled back the few inches I could spare. Her eyes were still screwed tight, her mouth panting in the shape of the perfect O. “Open your eyes.”

I needed something. Anything.

Then something beautiful happened. Her lust-filled eyes opened and fell on mine. She lazily blinked, and then her lips moved ever so faintly, and I watched her mouth the words, “Reagan, don’t stop. I’m coming.”

What a sight.

What a gift.

She’d done these two small things, and that was where I lost it all. Every shred of poise I had splintered. Every last drop of control evaporated into thin air.

There was no holding back. There was nothing to gain from biding my time.

With my back into it, flexing and reflexing, I gave her all of me. Everything escalated. Sounds fought their way out of my throat, but I never dared look away.

She didn’t either. The look of blissful agony on her face mirrored what I felt, and the sensation of my own release surged through me. A tight clenching throb pulled at both my cock and my heart.

I pushed hard; she pushed back.

She shouted, and I shouted, and with one final thrust, I forced everything I had out of myself and into her. It was only a second, a brief moment, but she then gave me the most splendid, satisfied grin.

I heaved a breath, and my body continued to impulsively shudder inside of her. Feeling her do the same in response.

“Jesus,” I said. Pressing my forehead against hers as I tried to catch a lungful of fresh air.

“I know,” she agreed, panting.

None of it was how I’d wanted our first time to be, but it was so fucking incredible I didn’t want to wish it away. I only prayed I’d have a chance to give her more, preferably in a bed or somewhere more comfortable. The ottoman had just been the first thing I saw. She relaxed further into the big stool, worn and sated, and laughed.

That had to be a good sign.