Chapter Five

Reece’s lips met hers, a soft caress before he pulled back. “So sweet,” he whispered, before leaning in and kissing her again.

The kiss was tender, careful. She wrapped a hand behind his neck and pulled him closer. He deepened the kiss, using his tongue to make a soft exploration of her mouth, and the heat was on her again, but different this time. It was still desire, a fierce, burning lust, but it was also the warmth of comfort and trust and belonging, somehow.

Reece pulled away, staring into her eyes for endless moments. It was as though they exchanged unspoken thoughts, feelings, and she found herself lost in that beautiful blue gaze, in everything he seemed to be communicating to her, and she to him. His eyes narrowed and his focus seemed to shift deeper. She moved closer, unable to look away, drawn into him, into his shadowed gaze, and something inside her shifted, clicked, and her body relaxed all over. She wanted to melt into him, but there would be time for that.

Finally he smiled a little and said, “Come on. Let’s get these wet clothes off you, darlin’.” He spoke quietly, as though he didn’t dare ruin the moment.

He ran his hands lightly down her arms before helping her to slip out of her wet sweater. Next were her jeans. They were plastered to her skin, but together they peeled them off and he tossed them on the floor. He stopped, leaving her in bra and panties, and picked up the towel again, rubbing it over her skin, carefully, caringly. She shivered.

“You’re cold.”

She didn’t bother to correct him. He stood close enough that she could breathe in the male scent of him, clean and masculine and so sexy. Had any man ever smelled so damn good? She moved closer.

That was all the signal he needed. He swept her up into his arms, then laid her on the bed, brushing his fingertips over her face, her neck, her shoulders, exploring her skin before sliding one bra strap down, then the other. She trembled, fire blossoming between her thighs. Her breasts ached for his touch, and once more, as though he knew instantly what she needed, he drew his fingertips over the edge of her bra, undid the clasp in the front, and cupped her breasts in his hands. She moaned, her nipples coming up hard beneath his palms.

God, his hands felt good on her, but she wanted more. He paused long enough to strip away his pajama bottoms and get into bed with her. But not before she’d caught sight of his erect cock. Big and full, the head of it swollen, and God, she needed to touch him. Needed him inside her.

She ran her hands down the length of his body, loving the solid muscle she felt everywhere, like iron sheathed in smooth, golden skin. When she feathered her fingers over the darkening head of his cock, he groaned. And the feel of him, that lovely velvet softness, hearing his gasping breath, made her wet. Soaking.

He worked her panties over her hips, down her legs, then he kissed his way down the front of her body, his mouth hot on her skin, leaving a trail of fire, of desire scalding her flesh. When he reached the damp vee between her thighs, she opened her legs and arched into him.

He gave her bare mound a few teasing sweeps of his lips, then laid a soft kiss on the tip of her clit. A long shiver of desire rippled through her. She thought she’d go wild if he didn’t start working her in earnest.

“Reece…I can’t take it. I can’t wait.”

“I have you, darlin’. I’m right here. You’re so wet for me. Do you know what that does to me? Seeing you like this… Lord.”

Using his fingers, he caressed the seam of her pussy lips, a maddeningly gentle touch. And the small kisses that followed, over her swollen lips, her hard and aching clit, were enough to drive her mad. One soft kiss after another, making her crazy with need, never quite slaking the keen edge of desire.

“Reece, please,” she breathed. “Now. I need you now.”

“Your wish is my command, my darlin’.”

He spread the lips of her sex wide with his hands, took her clit into his eager mouth and sucked hard. At the same time, his thumbs entered her, pushing deep inside her pussy. In moments she was coming, fierce spasms of pleasure wracking her body, making her writhe while he sucked and stroked her. She shook with the force of it, ran her fingers through his thatch of dark hair, held on.

“Reece, I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me.”

He snaked his way up her body to face her. His blue gaze burned into her. “You know it might happen again. I think it will.”

“I know. But I need to feel you. I won’t be afraid this time, because it’s you. I don’t even know what that means, but it doesn’t matter, does it?”

“Nothing matters but the two of us,” he said, his tone fierce.

He kissed her hard, his mouth crushing hers. When he pulled away it was only to lean over and pull a condom from the nightstand drawer. He quickly rolled it onto his beautifully erect shaft. Then he was on top of her, and she opened her thighs for him. For him. He kissed her mouth, his still salty with the ocean scent of her juices.

“We’ll take it slow,” he whispered.

He raised himself up on his arms and she looked into his face, stunned once more by the pure male beauty of his features. She locked onto his fevered blue gaze as he pushed into her.

The first moment was a shock of molten pleasure that reverberated through her body. He inched further in, and she had that odd surge again of doubled sensation, of both cock and pussy, sheathed and filled. She saw his blue eyes go wide, saw her own green ones answer in kind, as he must see her. But she concentrated on the sensation, focused.

“Incredible.” His voice was ragged with pleasure and wonder. He thrust a little deeper, watching her face. “Are you alright?”

“It’s okay, Reece. I want it all. You. Me. Everything between us.”

He groaned as he rammed in to the hilt. His thick shaft filled her, stretching her, making her shiver and clamp around him. And when he pulled almost all the way out and thrust home again, it was even better. For her, for him…it was all the same. Pussy and cock, skin and skin. Pleasure and pleasure. Together.

He fell on her, kissing her neck, licking the sensitive skin there, arching his hips again. He began to pump in a rhythmic motion, and the sensation was overwhelming, flooding her mind with incomprehensible images and her body with a nearly painful pleasure. His thick cock pulled at her insides, he was sheathed and squeezed by her hot, velvet pussy. His balls contracted, pulling tight, and she felt it all as though it were her own male body, as though she were male and female at the same time. Two bodies, two sets of sensations.

Impossible, but she no longer cared. It was too good. It was incredible.

“Harder, Reece.”

“I want to take you from behind,” he panted.

“Yes. Do it.”

With strong hands, he flipped her over, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up onto her knees until her ass was raised high in the air. She felt open, exposed. Lovely.

The tip of his cock brushed her opening, then pushed inside. One hand caressed her breast, teasing the nipple, rolling it between his fingers, pinching, and he reached down with the other hand and teased her clit in the same way. When he began to move, sliding in and out of her, she was in his head again, feeling and seeing it all—her hard, tight nipple in his fingers, the swollen nub of her clit. And the sliding sensation, moving in and out of her pussy. Even the sight of her own rounded ass was thrilling through his eyes.

She rocked back against him, wanting to come again, taking him deeper.

“Harder, Reece. Please…”

“Anything you want, Destiny. Anything for you.”

He rammed into her, his cock a solid shaft driving pleasure deep into her pussy, into her system.

Two bodies. Two sets of sensation. Cock and pussy and him. In her body. In her head.

“Reece!”

She came in a torrent, her sex grabbing hard around his cock. Pulsing. Electric. And all the time she could feel him holding back, on the brink himself, making her own orgasm more intense, stunning her.

Suddenly, he turned her onto her back, plunging into her again before she had a chance to think about it.

“I need to see your face when I come,” he rasped out. “I need to feel you, be with you.”

“Yes. Please.”

And while her body still shuddered with climax, he thrust into her, bringing new waves of sensation. His gaze was hard on hers, those blue, blue eyes looking into hers, seeing her. And her heart swelled, reached out to him. Connected.

He pounded into her, each sharp motion of his hips bringing her exquisitely close to the edge once more. He was close himself—she could feel every lance of sensation as though it were her own. Still he held back, waiting for her to reach again for her own peak.

And when she came once more, he was coming, too. Body to body, mind to mind. Her pleasure, his, it didn’t matter. It was all the same, rolling over them both in a hot and powerful tide. It went on and on, a relentless wave that reached deep into her body. Into her being. Into her soul.

 

The lazy aftermath of sex had never felt so good. Her limbs were liquid, tingling. And the sex itself…well, it was incomparable. That final moment when he’d locked gazes with her she’d been so much a part of him, and he’d been a part of her, in a way she’d never experienced before. She’d never had this odd intensity of connection, this exchange of body, heart. Soul. She knew she never would again, not with anyone else. And she wasn’t scared this time, because he was right there with her.

Reece.

He wasn’t a stranger to her now. Maybe he never really had been. The idea fought against every ounce of logic in her, but despite what logic was telling her, she’d been right there. She’d felt it. And she knew the truth.

He lay stretched out on his side next to her, one arm looped over her hip. She noticed for the first time how the muted glow of candlelight tipped the dark hair on his forearms in auburn. Turning, she took in his face, his features relaxed, his eyes closed. Reaching out, she traced the tender skin of his eyelid with her fingertip. Stirring, his eyes fluttered open, and her stomach quivered as that brilliant blue gaze caught hers. The quiver turned into a warm rolling wave that spread throughout her body when he smiled.

“Hi, darlin’.”

“Hi.”

He reached up and stroked the tip of her breast with one finger. Her nipples sprang to attention.

“Randy little thing, are you?” he teased.

“Only with you. A lot of things are different with you.”

“Yeah, aren’t they? Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head, her curls brushing her bare shoulders. She was hyper-aware of everything, as though being with Reece made her nerve endings more raw, more open to touch. “Not now. Not yet.”

“There’ll be plenty of time to figure it out later.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” She snuggled into his chest and breathed him in. He smelled of the earth, but also faintly of the rain still falling outside. And he smelled of sex. Of come, his and her own.

She smoothed a hand over his chest. His heart drummed a steady beat beneath her palm.

“This is real,” she said quietly.

“Yeah. Somehow…but it is. Unless that waitress spiked our coffee.”

“There’s no drug for this,” she murmured against his shoulder.

He reached down to tilt her chin in his hand, bringing her gaze back to his. “You’re my drug for this, beautiful girl.”

She smiled, joy seeping into her body, her bones. “That’s all I need to know right now.”

“Come here.”

He used his arm to gather her close, pulling her tight against him. His body was long, strong lines, hard-packed muscle. And his cock was hard again. She arched her hips against his heavy erection, felt it twitch and pulse in return.

“And you call me the randy one,” she said. “And where on earth did you get the term ’randy’, anyway?”

“From my Nan.”

“Ah, it’s back to the grandmothers again. It feels totally inappropriate to discuss anyone’s grandmother at the moment, don’t you think?”

“You did ask.”

“Sometimes I need to shut up.”

“I know just the trick.”

Reece leaned in and crushed his lips to hers, those lush lips of his, so soft and warm they made her melt inside. The melting turned into a simmering liquid as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. And when he slipped a hand between her legs and found her damp cleft, she went soaking wet.

“I like that you’re always ready for me, darlin’.”

“Always,” she gasped.

He slipped a few fingers inside her, and her inner walls clenched around them. Using his thumb, he massaged her clit in lazy circles. Pleasure was like lightning in her system, hot and sharp. She was ready to climax almost instantly, but she wanted him with her, inside her, when she came.

Again, he seemed to read her mind.

“Not yet, my darlin’ girl. But I am going to fuck you.”

“Yes!”

“And we’ll have to make it a little dirty because of that grandmother comment.”

She laughed at his wicked grin, and her sex gave an anticipatory squeeze.

Reece grabbed her around the waist and rolled until she was on top of him. He sheathed himself in a condom, then encircled her waist with his hands. Raising her up, he paused there for several long, breathless moments before impaling her on his thick shaft.

She groaned with the heat and the size of his hard cock, with the dual sensations of her own pleasure and his. He used his hands to guide her, up, then down again, filling her almost to bursting. Shivers raced through her, up her spine, deep inside her.

“Oh…”

“Not yet,” he commanded, and pulled her up, his cock slipping out of her.

Using his hands again, he held her up on her knees while he slid down until his face was beneath her open and aching pussy. Her thighs quivered simply thinking about what he was going to do to her.

Reece used his fingers to spread her pussy lips apart. She’d never felt so open, so exposed, and his fingers on her slick flesh were too good. If only he’d move them an inch or two higher…

“You’re eager, are you?” he teased, massaging her swollen lips, manipulating them, sliding inward, teasing at the edges of her opening.

She shivered, wanting to come simply from having him look at her this way, being open to him. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes—and almost jumped when his tongue shot out and flicked against her hole. But it was too good, and she surged down, wanting his whole mouth on her.

“Not yet,” he said once more.

He licked again, then shoved his tongue inside her.

“God, Reece…”

Her thighs shook as he used his tongue to thrust in and out of her like a small, wet cock. And she swore she could taste the flavor of her own juices.

She angled her hips, wanting his mouth on her pulsing clit. She found if she concentrated, she could feel the pulsing beat of his cock as if it were her own, heavy between her thighs. Wanting, filling, growing thick with the same exquisite need that thrummed in her clitoris, throughout her body.

“More.” The demand slipped from her lips.

He laughed, then sat up, picking her up in his arms and carrying her through the house.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. “Where are we going?”

“The bedroom isn’t nearly dirty enough. And I did promise you dirty.”

He carried her down the hallway and into the kitchen, where the candles still burned on the table, illuminating the room with a faint golden glow.

“What to do with you?” Reece muttered, making her sex throb at the thought.

“Anything. Everything.” She bit his neck.

God, he smelled good. Tasted even better. Like man and sex and him.

He deposited her on top of the kitchen table. The granite was a shock of cold against her skin.

“Reece! This thing is freezing.”

“I’ll warm you up.”

He pushed her down on her back, encircled her waist with his hands and slid her to the edge. Then he seated himself in a chair between her legs and parted her thighs, draping her legs over his shoulders.

“I’ve never seen a lovelier sight,” he said in hushed tones.

She felt completely open to him in every way. She would have done anything he wanted. But at this moment she wanted this—wanted him to see her. Wanted even more for him to touch her, to lick her.

He brushed his fingers over her cleft, used them to spread her pussy lips open. Her whole body shuddered, and her sex flooded once more with a new wave of soaking wet heat.

“You’re all smooth and glistening.” He used his thumbs to delve inside. “And so damn hot.”

“Please, Reece…touch me. Taste me.”

He leaned in and started in with his mouth, licking and sucking on her clit. Everything felt so damn good, even his fingers holding her open felt amazing, and the cold, hard granite against her back only added to the sensation.

She was wet, throbbing, on the edge of orgasm right away. And he didn’t stop, just kept working her, quickly, expertly, pausing only long enough to reach up and push a finger into her mouth.

“Yes, that’s it, darlin’. Take it in, suck on it, suck on it like it’s my cock in your lovely mouth. Yes.”

He withdrew his finger, and with his mouth on her clit again, he slid that damp finger between her ass cheeks, seeking out her other hole. Yes, she wanted that, too. Moaning, she bore down, opening herself to him in any way she could. Sensation was exquisite as he pushed the tip of his finger into her ass, moving it slowly in and out, in rhythm with his hot, sucking mouth.

Her climax rolled over her, crushing in its intensity. Her pussy clenched, her hips thrust into his mouth and she cried out as pleasure shook her, stabbing through her, blinding her.

She was shaking when he stood up, held her thighs wide and slid into her. One smooth motion, slippery and thick, his cock went into her, right to the hilt.

“Ah, God, Reece. Yes. Fuck me.”

He grunted in answer, closed his eyes and let his head fall back, taking in a deep lungful of air. She watched his smooth, muscled chest expand with it. When he let it out he opened his eyes and pinned her with his gaze.

That’s how she felt—pinned. Impaled. By his pulsing cock. By his eyes, that deep blue gaze hot with lust and something else…

Even as new waves of pleasure swept through her body, her heart surged. There was so much in his eyes. Raw desire, the hot sizzle of pleasure, all of it swimming in that stunning blue. All of it drowning her in sensation—hers, his, the flavor of her pussy on his tongue, his cock filling her, pressing against her g-spot, his flesh and hers merging.

Impossible to think when he pulled out and surged slowly into her again, driving pleasure deep into her body. Leaning in, he kissed her, harder than he ever had before, then he pulled back, his hips going still, his lips feathering over hers. Her heart surged, and she knew that in the last few moments something had shifted, changed.

His lips were velvet soft. Soft and pliant. He deepened the kiss, but it was sweeter than it had been before. Beneath the animal lust between them was something more.

She reveled in his kiss, in everything it made her feel. Her body hummed with pleasure, with the sensation of his cock buried deep, filling her, with the faint impressions of being inside his body. But his kiss, his presence, filled her, too.

When he pulled his mouth away, he murmured against her lips, “Ah, Destiny, what is this?” He pulled back a bit more and looked into her eyes.

“Reece…”

She reached out and laid her hand over his heart, felt the heavy drum of it beneath her fingertips. And once more she was in his head. There was something different this time, though. She could still feel his body as though she were a part of him, but there was also an unfamiliar rush of rough emotion—unfamiliar to her, and to him. It was several moments before she realized she was feeling what was in his heart.

Warmth suffused her body. Her being. And she knew he could feel it, too.

“Destiny.” His voice was low.

“I know.” But did she? What was this exactly?

“I don’t want this to stop here. I want us to be together.”

“I want that, too. I want you. I want to see what this is between us.”

“There has to be a reason.”

“It’s all just impossible—”

“But it’s not. It’s happening. It’s real. We’re real.”

He moved inside her to emphasize his point, and again she felt that strange sensation, body to body, pleasure upon pleasure, multiplied.

“I don’t understand it,” he went on. “I don’t have to. All I know is we were meant to be together like this.”

…the merging of two destined souls.

Yes. Perhaps it was exactly as Madame Anna had said. As impossible as it seemed, maybe she was right. The irrefutable evidence was right before her. Inside her. A part of her.

“I need to feel you, Reece,” was all she could say. It seemed to explain everything in that moment.

He groaned and pushed deeper into her body, over and over. The pressure built, her body trembling with the sheer pleasure of dual sensation, dual emotions. She let it happen, let it all go finally, until they were two beings so thoroughly entwined she couldn’t tell where one left off and the other began.

It was meant to be like this.

That was her last thought before he tensed inside her, and she tumbled with him over the edge. Body. Heart. Soul.