Page 46 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, grabbing his cock and squeezing it so tight it looks painful. “Condom?”

I shake my head. He knows I have the implant, and a condom is a layer I don’t want between us. I want to feel all of him.

He grunts in approval, then lines himself up and leans over me, kissing me hard .

I wrap my arms around his neck while he notches himself at my entrance. “I’ve waited a long time for this. For you,” he says before kissing me again.

He lifts his head to watch me as he starts to push in, and I tell him the words I’ve felt deep inside for over half my life. “I love you, Reece.”

He groans loudly, pushing all the way inside, and making me cry out as I become completely filled by him.

His mouth presses against my neck as he holds himself there, unmoving. After a few moments, I buck my hips up against him. “Reece, are you okay?”

He lifts his head, and his chocolate brown eyes meet mine as he whispers, “The love of my life loves me, I’ve never been better.”

His hips pull back a few inches before he pushes into me slowly. And after a few small thrusts, I use my heels to encourage him to move faster.

“Reece, stop holding back,” I whisper, seeing his teeth clenching as he tries to keep his body from taking over.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t. I’m not breakable. I want you to let go, I want to feel the real you. Give it to me, Reece. Please,” I beg as I lift my hips against him.

His eyes search mine before he slowly nods, then he sits up, grabs the back of my thighs and pushes hard into me.

“Yes!” I exclaim as pleasure shoots through me. He slams into me again, harder this time, and when he sees that not only is he not hurting me, but that I’m enjoying it, he starts to let go of his control and starts pounding into me.

My fingers tighten in the sheets as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. “Reece! I’m gonna come!” I warn him when I feel like I can’t hold back anymore. His thumb moves to my clit, and he starts rubbing it quickly, sending me flying over the edge as I scream my release.

“Reece!”

He grunts as his thrusts grow ragged until he pushes into me one final time, cursing as his release shoots inside of me. “Fuck!”

When he finally finishes, he pulls out and drops down beside me, hugging me against his side, and kissing the top of my head as we both pant heavily.

“Fuck, Darla, that was incredible.”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble, unable to come up with any real response right now, my body still pulsing with aftershocks.

“You were incredible,” he whispers.

We lay there for a few minutes in silence. My body starts to feel normal again as my hand roams his bare chest. His fingers gently stroke up and down my arm and I become more aware of the fact that we are both still naked.

My core clenches and I glance up at him to find his eyes closed.

“Hey, Reece?”

“Hmm?” he asks without moving.

“You wanna try that again?”

His eyes shoot open, and he looks down at me as I thrust my wet core against his leg to let him know I’m serious.

His eyes heat as he pulls me tighter to him. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Show me?” I ask, egging him on as I give him my big puppy dog eyes. He pushes me to my back and proceeds to show me exactly how much he loves me… three more times .

It’s late morning by the time we manage to drag ourselves out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around my body, I head towards the door, but Reece grabs my wrist and pulls me back around to face him.

“For you.” I look down at the pink and black gift bag he’s holding between us.

“What is it?”

“Take it back to your room. Maybe if you find something you like, you’ll show me later?” The corner of his lip pulls up in a smirk before he turns and heads into his closet.

I peek into the bag and see lace and satin, so I quickly run back to my own room, shutting myself in and dumping the contents on the bed. There has to be at least eight different styles of bras in here, each in slightly different colors with matching underwear… all thongs.

I start to go through the bras and notice that although they are all different, not one of them has wire in it.

They are all also in my size. A huge smile splits my face, realizing that he remembered our conversation and specifically figured out my size and got these for me.

At least I hope he did, and he didn’t send Arnold out to get them, that’d just be weird.

I shake that thought from my head as I pick up a mid-toned blue one.

No, this has Reece written all over it. It has one-inch straps and is made of a smooth satin material that feels incredibly soft on my fingers.

It has a wide band to rest against my abs, under my chest, and the cups look like full coverage.

I drop my towel and try it on, marveling at how nice it feels compared to even my sports bras. I feel… sexier in this. I pull on the matching undies and take a look at myself in the full-length mirror.

It’s still weird seeing my grown-up body and face, and I hope I get used to it, eventually. Right now, I feel like I’m looking at someone else.

Whoever she is, she looks hot .