All the Pretty Poses (Pretty #2)(44)
Author: M. Leighton

But Reese is only ready to play, not to ease the perpetual ache that resides within me, an ache that burns solely for him. With one fingertip, Reese teases my folds, running it up and down, side to side, all the while swirling his tongue over me with the lightest of touches.

He plays until I feel near screaming, until my level of frustration is near unbearable. But then, as if sensing my threshold, Reese’s touch becomes more insistent, firmer. He licks with purpose. He probes with intent. It’s when he sucks my clit into his mouth and drives his fingers deep inside me that I feel the implosion in my core.

Penetrating me with his fingers, Reese flicks his tongue over me until I feel the gush of heat and wetness pour through me. Then he’s cupping my ass. He’s holding me to his mouth. He’s moving his lips over me like a man starved of this needful nourishment. And when the tide that washes through me settles into a slow lapping, Reese buries his tongue inside me and licks me until there’s nothing left.

When he releases me and reaches for my hands to pull me into a sitting position, he slowly sweeps his tongue through the inside of my mouth.

“You taste like every dream I’ve had since I was nineteen years old,” he says huskily. “I’ve looked for this all over the world and I couldn’t find it anywhere but here.”

Reese licks at my mouth and bites at my lips as he unzips his pants. When he pulls me into his arms, my legs wrap automatically around his waist. I can feel his erection touching my butt as he moves to sit on the piano bench.

“I want to watch your face as you come in the sunshine,” he whispers, teasing me with the head of his shaft. Already, I feel my passion for him returning, I feel the trickle of liquid as my body prepares for what’s to come. “I want to wet my c**k in you by the moonlight.” With every word that comes out of his mouth, my body reacts, clutching desperately at him. “And I want to make love to you at a piano,” he says, raising me up to impale me on his long, broad length.

We both grunt at the same time and then Reese pauses, buried to the balls inside me, and we savor the exquisite fullness of the moment, the feeling of him stretching my body to its maximum.

“There will never be anything but this, but us. You’re mine, Kennedy Moore. All. Mine.”

Like the flip of a switch, Reese becomes urgent, feral. He slams me down on him over and over, pulling my hair, biting my neck. He growls in my ear, telling me again and again that I’m all his, no one else’s.

My orgasm has come and gone again, but Reese is still frantic when he stands. With me still wrapped around him, he leans me into the piano, pounding into me as hard as he can.

“Look at me,” he finally says, his voice a hoarse croak.

I do as he asks, watching that angrily possessive light flicker in his eyes. He groans one word as he comes inside me, mutters it over and over again as he pumps hot liquid into me. “Mine.”

When we’ve both regained our breath, Reese sets me on my feet in front of him and helps me into my panties, straightening my dress before he stands to sweep me into his arms. He gives me the gentlest kiss before carrying me back to my room. That night, he makes love to me time and time again, like he’s trying to memorize me and the way my body feels under his. It’s the most perfect night of my life.

Right up until a woman bursts into my room the next morning.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE – Reese

“How could you?” Claire Norton rails when she flings open the door. I don’t have a lot of patience to deal with her when I’m wide awake, much less first thing in the morning.

“Hello, Claire,” I say, rubbing a hand across my face. “You’re looking well.” And she is. With her rich black hair and equally black eyes, she looks like a million bucks, which is probably what she spent to get that way.

“You need to kick your latest floozy out right this minute. We have to talk,” she fumes.

“Claire,” I begin, my temper spiked instantly by her derogatory reference to Kennedy. However, my angry retort is squashed by a small voice.

“Reese, who is this?” Kennedy asks. I turn to find her sitting up in the bed, holding the sheet up to cover her all the way to her chin.

Before I can answer or explain it like it needs to be explained, Claire hisses, “I’m his fiancée, sweetie. Or didn’t he tell you about me?”

Oh shit.

I release a heavy sigh. This is not how I wanted to tell her.

I see the color drain from Kennedy’s face and, with it, any trust I’ve managed to build over the past weeks.

“It’s not what you think,” I assure her, reaching for her hand beneath the covers. She pulls away.

“So she’s not your fiancée?” she asks. I can hear the hopeful note in her voice and it kills me to have to listen to it die. I know what she’ll think.

“It’s a long story. Just…just give me a minute and I’ll explain.”

I fling back the covers and stalk bare-assed to get my pants where they’re folded over the vanity chair, jerking them on angrily. Claire’s timing could not be any worse.

Half dressed, I stomp across the room to grab Claire by the arm and haul her out of Kennedy’s room, closing the door behind me. I release her and yank open the door to my room, waiting for her to come inside before I slam it shut.

“I don’t appreciate that kind of entrance, Claire.”

“Why?” she asks waspishly, her eyes flashing furiously. “Afraid it might ruin your fun?”

I sigh. I don’t have time for this. “What do you want?”

“You promised Daddy no more boats until this deal went through. You promised.”

She has to be referring to Sempre.

“I didn’t have to touch any money promised to your father to purchase it. I agreed to take on an investor. He’s in for forty percent,” I snap.

I see some of her indignation flee. “Oh. Well, Daddy doesn’t know that.”

“Then maybe Daddy should’ve asked before sending his daughter halfway across the world.”

“I was vacationing in Fiji, thank you. I thought we could spend some time together when you got into port. As a surprise. But it seems like that isn’t going to happen.”

“Not when you spring it on me like this, it won’t.”

Like the last five minutes never happened, a smile curves Claire’s glossy mouth and her voice turns to a purr rather than a screech. “This morning was just a misunderstanding, obviously. There’s no reason we can’t still enjoy the rest of our stay.” She closes the distance between us, dragging the backs of her fingers down my cheek. “Especially once you wash off the stink of your latest victim.”