Page 14 of Stick to the Deal (Friendship Springs Romance #3)
Cold Feet
H is gray eyes reveal nothing as I lean in. Mine drop to his mouth and then return to his steely gaze. Slowly, I press into him until my lips are a whisper away from his.
Reginald’s fingers squeeze my waist gently as his head leans back. “What are you doing, Nic?”
I play with the ends of his hair by his nape, the dark strands are soft as I run my nails through them. “I told you. I don’t want to think right now. Who better to lose myself in than my fiancé?” I let go, and move as if to stand. “Or should I find someone else?”
With a growl, his hands slide to my ass and his fingers dig in with bruising strength. The darkening of his eyes is the only warning before his lips descend—firm, unrelenting, as they mold mine as he wishes.
My grip returns to his soft hair, and my head tilts to match his kiss. Tongues dance and teeth gnash as we fight for dominance. His cock hardens, pressing my core through his slacks. I rock my hips, teasing us both with the friction.
With a single fluid motion, Reginald stands, still gripping my ass, and lays me down on the nearby table.
Thick fingers trail up my legs, finding the hem of my dress and pushing it to my waist, revealing my black thong.
“I think I can manage.” His words rumble against my stomach as he peppers kisses along my skin .
His teeth catch on the thin strap of silk. The sharp contact warring with the gentle touch. The rough material scrapes down my thighs and calves until finally it comes free from my heels. Reginald stares down at me like a man studying a painting, still fully dressed.
Now that won’t do.
Sitting up, I reach for his bow tie, still draped at his open collar. One large hand grips both of mine. “Not so fast.” The scrap of cloth is deftly tied around my wrists which he pin above my head on the table as lays across me.
I pout, lifting my head and trying to catch his lips again. “But I want to see too.” My hips tilt to press against him.
Without moving his lower body, Reginald quickly unbuttons his crisp white shirt.
He shrugs it off and tosses it carelessly to the floor.
The low lights from the kitchen cast his bare chest in a warm glow.
Dark hair peppers his trunk, thinning to a line that disappears into his slacks.
His eyes burn as he lowers his mouth to my thigh.
The faintest of stubble grazes my sensitive skin as his lips blaze a trail to my hip.
Reginald kneels, putting himself at eye level with my weeping center. It’s been months since I’ve experienced an orgasm that didn’t require batteries. If I have an itch, I scratch it, but the Time shoot has kept me too busy to prowl the nightlife scene.
His tongue laps me from crack to clit in a torturous lick, causing all thoughts to still. Perfect.
This is exactly what I needed.
My back arches and I moan as he settles between my thighs.
He grips my legs, spreading them wider apart for better access.
His broad thumbs stroke the sides of my mound, simultaneously massaging and opening me further.
Teasing licks leave me panting. My tied hands arc down as I reach for his silky hair, only to whimper as he lifts his head.
Reginald lays along my length as he pins my wrists back to the table above my head.
“Stay.” His fingers take their time, trailing over my body as he reclaims his spot.
Without warning, he thrusts his tongue fully into my pussy.
It takes all of my concentration to keep still.
Once again, his fingers dig into my thighs as he pushes them impossibly wider.
Just as I grow used to the rhythm, his lips surround my clit, sucking gently, before fucking me again with his tongue.
“Please. Oh, god, Ren.” My head thrashes against the table, begging for release. One hand releases my thigh so he can rub my sensitive nub as his tongue continues its assault. Within moments, light bursts behind my eyes as my body spasms in ecstasy with a guttural moan.
His low voice rumbles in my ear, “Good girl.”
I never thought I had a praise kink, but fuck me, I orgasm again at the words. The crinkle of foil is the only sound besides our ragged breaths. The blunt end of his crown butts my sensitive pussy, making me cry out.
“Ready, Princess?” Reginald stands over me, one hand cupping my hip, the other gripping his girth.
Licking my lips, I nod my head.
“Say the words,” he commands, rubbing the thick head against my clit, teasing me.
“Fuck me, Reginald. Now.” I wiggle my hips, trying to guide him where I need him.
“As you wish.” He slams into me. We both groan as we adjust. My pussy quivers around his length as it gently stretches me. His lips skirt my neck and nibble on my pulse point as he thrusts in quick bursts.
I’m lost to the sensations as another orgasm builds. He stands, his fingers dig into my ass and he pulls me to the edge of the table. He grips my ankles and places them by his shoulders, my stilettos glitter by his ears. His stormy eyes hold me hostage as his hips snap against mine.
“So good, Princess.” His fingers find my clit and circle the sensitive nub. The clap of our bodies and the rumble of our moans echo through the cavernous room. He grips my ankle, eyes closed, turns his head, kissing the tender skin on the inner bone.
A spasm ripples through me. My breathing quickens. “I’m close. Oh, god. Reginald.” My third orgasm rockets through me. A second later, he joins me, thrusting deep as he swells and empties himself.
My eyes shut on a contented sigh. I lay completely still as he leaves me to take care of the condom. Gentle tugs urge me to a seated position. The tie falls from my wrists as firm hands lift me from the table and set me on my feet.
Reginald pads across the floor, then stops in the opening of a hallway. Looking over his shoulder, he only says, “Coming?”
I follow him into a large bedroom. More dark wood furniture fills the space.
Reginald pulls a T-shirt from a drawer and lays it on the navy blue duvet, then heads into the adjoining bathroom.
I slip out of my dress, carefully laying it over the back of a chair before slipping the shirt on.
The cotton is soft, obviously well-worn, and carries the faintest hint of sandalwood.
“I left a toothbrush for you by the sink.” Reginald leans against the doorframe, his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets. His eyes burn as they sweep over my bare legs.
“Thanks,” I say as I pass him, with a little extra sway to my hips. He’s already under the covers when I return; the opposite side turned down. The sheets are smooth and cool as I slip under the heavy blanket.
He clicks off his bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
“Goodnight.” It comes out in a whisper, but I know he hears me. A warm arm snakes around my waist, dragging my body against his. “Oh,” I start, “I wasn’t expecting cuddling. It’s fine.”
The arm turns to steel around me. “Shut up, Nic.” I’m somehow pulled deeper into him as his warmer body engulfs mine. My feet brush his shins, shocking a hissing breath from him.
“Sorry.” I quickly pull my legs away. “My feet are always cold. Circulation issues.”
His foot hooks my ankle and sandwiches my icy toes between his legs. “Did I tell you to move them?” I smile into the dark. Bossy Reginald is kind of fun. “Admit I was right.”
I turn to look over my shoulder, our mouths inches apart in the darkness. “Right about what?”
“Sex isn’t an issue.” His voice rumbles deeper. “Or do I need to prove my point again?” His cock twitches where it nestles along the curve of my ass.
“Tempting, but I need to fly back to New York in the morning. Time has been calling and I can’t put it off any longer.”
“How long are you going to be there?” Is that a slight whine?
“A week, but then I need to be back in Florida. I’m going to be an auntie any day now.”
He grunts behind me. “When am I going to see you again?”
I flick through my schedule in my mind. There’s no hurry to come back to London as long as I’m on the outs with Grandmama. Would Reginald come to Florida?
Oh god, the girls! I have to tell them first .
My stomach twists. For some reason, the idea of sharing Reginald with others bothers me. I like this bubble we’re in. The romance may be fake, but enjoying his company is not. If only we could get away together. Then it hits me.
“Fancy a mini-break to Sweden?”