23
Nelson’s coworkers had been loitering outside the closed door of his office, trying to eavesdrop without being too obvious. When Reid and Nadia emerged from the room, the nosy reporters scattered in different directions like rats scurrying from a spotlight.
Reid and Nadia grinned at each other. Then he took her hand and muttered, “Let’s get out of here.”
She gave a breathy laugh. “Good idea.”
Halfway to the exit they were met by Nelson, who was grinning from ear to ear. “That was very touching and all,” he said to Reid, “but can I get a real exclusive next time?”
“Absolutely,” Reid agreed without hesitation. “Let’s do it when I get back on Friday.”
Nelson pumped his fist. “Yes!”
Tightening his grip on Nadia’s hand, Reid strode out of the building, practically tugging her along behind him.
The sky was overcast, the cold air carrying the scent of snow.
Reid led Nadia across the parking lot to his dark blue Ford pickup. He opened the passenger door for her and helped her up into the cab. When a throaty groan tore from his throat, she looked over her shoulder to see him staring down at her legs encased in sheer black tights with vertical stripes.
He licked his lower lip, his eyes glittering with a stark hunger that made her belly quiver.
She watched as he closed her door, then rounded the truck and slid behind the wheel. As he turned on the heat, she took out her phone and called Emily to tell her she was with Reid, and she was taking the rest of the afternoon off. Emily was only too happy to cover for her.
She’d barely put her phone away before Reid cupped the back of her head and pulled her toward him. He laid a scorcher on her—tongue and all—that stole her breath and curled her toes.
After a few sizzling moments of tonsil hockey, her panties were completely drenched.
Reid broke the kiss, fighting for breath against her mouth. “God, I’ve missed these lips.”
“And they’ve missed yours,” she whispered.
His eyes gleamed with hunger. Then he turned away, his fingers fumbling with the keys before he started the engine and growled, “Let’s go.”
“Go where?”
“Your place. It’s—”
“—closer,” she said with a breathy laugh.
Reid backed out of the space and rocketed out of the parking lot, tires squealing as he sped away from the newspaper building.
Nadia laughed again and crossed her legs, her skirt rising up her thighs to reveal the lacy tops of her tights.
The movement caught Reid’s gaze.
“Jesus, Nadia,” he gasped, nearly swerving off the road.
Her place wasn’t close enough after all.
He drove a few blocks and then swung a hard right, aggressively veering into the empty lot of a vacant lumberyard. Finding a secluded spot under some trees, he brought the truck to a rocking stop.
Nadia grinned out the window. “Need some wood?”
A low, rough laugh escaped him. “I’ve got all the wood I can handle right now.”
Her laughter was cut short when he leaned over and took her mouth in another devouring kiss. She shivered and moaned as he ate her with searing intensity, biting at her lips and soothing the sting before plunging his tongue inside her mouth.
With a quivering cry, she climbed over the console, hiked her skirt up her thighs and straddled his lap. Pleasure arced up her spine as her pussy settled over the hard bulge of his huge cock. She plowed her fingers into his hair and kissed him feverishly, meeting the gliding thrusts of his tongue. The seat was pushed back pretty far to accommodate his long legs, so she didn’t have to worry about the steering wheel digging into her back. Not that it would have mattered. She didn’t care about anything but getting her body reacquainted with his.
He rolled his hips, grinding himself against her as his tongue delved in and out of her mouth. Her nipples pebbled and need spiraled through her. She reached for his belt buckle, fumbling it open and ripping at his button fly. At the same time his hands slid under her skirt, running up the back of her thighs to cup her ass.
Before she could take his cock in her hand, he roughly pulled her bikini panties to one side and pressed his thumb against her clit. She gasped sharply, her back arching as he rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Watching her face, he parted her slick folds and pushed his finger inside her.
She whimpered and moaned, bracing her hand on his shoulder as she rode his thrusting finger. With her other hand, she reached inside his boxer briefs and fisted the throbbing length of his shaft.
“Jesus,” he gasped.
With their eyes locked, they masturbated each other, groaning with pleasure as they writhed together. The scent of their arousal filled the air, a heady musk that inflamed Nadia’s senses. Spurts of precum dripped from Reid’s cock, slicking her palm as she jacked him off.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he rasped, his eyes blazing with feral hunger. “I need to be inside you.”
Her pussy spasmed. “Good thing that’s where I want you,” she breathed.
A hard shudder ran through his big body. He seized her panties and ripped them off, making her gasp. Then he raised his hips and shoved his pants and underwear halfway down his muscular thighs.
Her heart was hammering, her breath coming quickly. She was almost dizzy with need, trembling in anticipation of that first deep thrust.
Suddenly he let out a frustrated groan.
She stared down at him, her eyes wild. “What?”
“Fuck.” His whisper was harsh. “I don’t have any condoms on me.”
“That’s okay.” It wasn’t the first time they’d had unprotected sex, although it was usually only in the shower.
He eyed her hopefully. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’m on the pill, remember?”
That was all he needed to hear.
Grabbing her hips, he positioned her right on top of his erection and stroked the slick head of his cock back and forth along her slit. The erotic friction shot heat from that spot all the way to her toes, causing her to shiver and moan. She was aching, burning up with fever. She needed to be filled with him, completely taken and possessed by this man.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers sinking into the dense muscle that padded his shoulders. His body was tense with an urgency that mirrored her own desperation.
“Reid—” She sucked in a breath as he moved with slow power into her. His penetration was like an electric shock to her body. She nearly came at the feel of him inside her. Hot, hard, naked cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned thickly. “I’m not gonna last very long.”
“Neither am I,” she panted.
Sheathed to the root, he began rocking up and down, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass cheeks. She flung her head back and moaned with helpless pleasure, letting him take the reins and set the pace.
The slapping of skin on skin filled the truck as he pumped in and out of her. She clung to his shoulders, her breathless cries mingling with his guttural groans and the hoarse chanting of her name. They were desperate for each other, moving together in an urgent rhythm made all the more intense by their close proximity.
Reid forced himself to slow down, gasping against her neck for control. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.” His voice was a rough growl that sent shivers through her. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, undulating her hips. “Please don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to. But it’s been so long, I wanna make this last.” Slowing his strokes to a sensual grind, he swiftly unbuttoned her sweater and pushed the halves apart. Then he unhooked the front clasp of her bra and eased back the demi cups, exposing her breasts. She shivered from the cool air and the scorching heat of his hungry gaze.
Unable to wait any longer, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her aching tits. “Squeeze them,” she panted. “Pinch my nipples and twist them between your fingers.”
He did as she asked, reveling in her wild cries of pleasure. Then he lowered his head and sucked her breasts, his hot mouth moving from one to the other. Her nipples were hard and throbbing, and he suckled them urgently.
She sobbed his name, her hips grinding faster against his. As he deepened his strokes, she reached her arms above her head, flattening her palms against the roof of the truck to anchor herself.
“Shit,” he groaned raggedly, watching her above him as he reached down to rub her engorged clit.
“Reid…ohh, baby…”
He cupped her nape and pulled her mouth down to his, kissing her while he stared into her eyes. “I missed you,” he whispered fiercely. “God, I missed you, Nadia.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. “I missed you too!”
He thrust into her, again and again, pounding hard and deep. Crying out with pleasure, she gripped his shoulder with one hand and flattened her other palm against the window as her head fell back. Her entire body sang to the beat of his movements, danced to the rhythm of the blood pulsing in her veins.
She came in a sudden explosion, riding his cock as her eyes closed tight in the agony of ecstasy and her scream echoed around the truck.
“Ah, fuck,” Reid whispered roughly. “I’m right there too—”
He erupted with a raw groan, pumping furiously into her. She held on tight while his hips pistoned through his release, his neck corded with strain as he threw his head back against the seat. The force of his semen spurting deep into her body made her cry out.
She stared down at him, her eyes glazed with tears. His come face was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, one she thought she’d never see again.
They sat there panting for a long time, her hands braced against the seat on either side of his head as their chests heaved together, fighting for oxygen. It seemed an eternity before her pussy stopped convulsing around him, before her heartbeat slowed to some semblance of normal. Every fiber of her being felt singed.
Reid stroked her hair back from her damp forehead, smiling into her eyes. “Now that’s what I call makeup sex.”
She let out a breathless laugh.
Then he pulled her close for an intoxicating, endlessly deep kiss that drugged her senses and left her even weaker. She sagged against him, dropping her head onto his shoulder and closing her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. He was still buried deep inside her and she didn’t want to let him go. Like, ever.
“By the way,” she murmured, slowly refastening her bra, “how did you know where to find me?”
She felt him hesitate.
“I followed you from work.”
“Seriously?” She lifted her head to stare at him. “You were stalking me?”
“Sorta.” A sheepish look crossed his face. “I was coming to talk to you, to beg you to take me back. I know how much you love reenacting scenes from old movies,” he teased, reminding her of their spaghetti dinner roleplaying from Lady and the Tramp. “Since I have an old boombox, I was thinking about reenacting that scene from Say Anything.”
Nadia laughed. “Seriously? The one where John Cusack’s character stands outside the girl’s house playing ‘In Your Eyes’?”
“Yeah.” Reid grinned, buttoning her sweater. “I was either gonna play that song, or ‘On Bended Knee’ by Boyz II Men. But I changed my mind and scrapped the whole idea.”
She was amused. “Why?”
“I was afraid you might think it was too cheesy or unoriginal. Plus I think you deserve so much better than a scene that’s been spoofed on Saturday Night Live and South Park.”
Nadia laughed, making him smile before he continued, “Anyway, just as I pulled into the parking lot outside your building, I saw you leaving. So I followed you to Nelson’s job. I didn’t know what I was going to say, didn’t know how I was going to convince you to give me a second chance. All I knew was that I wasn’t taking no for an answer this time.”
“Oh my God,” Nadia whispered, gazing at him. “So that whole ‘interview’ speech was totally spontaneous?”
He nodded.
“Oh, Reid.” A sweet ache bloomed in her chest. She found herself blinking back tears for the umpteenth time that afternoon.
He framed her face with his palms, his fingers sliding through her hair. “I love you, Nadia. Love you so fucking much.”
Her heart swelled, every part of her shivering with joy. “I love you too.”
He lifted her hand and kissed the back of her fingers slowly, his eyes focused on her face. “I’m totally lost without you. Please don’t ever leave me again.”
“I won’t,” she whispered.
His expression softened. “And I won’t give you any more reasons to.”
“Good.” She sighed blissfully, running her hands over his shoulders before sliding them into his hair. “For the record, I definitely prefer the apology you came up with. It was original, and so beautifully heartfelt I’m getting choked up again just thinking about it.”
He smiled, then leaned in and gently brushed his lips over hers. “Look outside,” he whispered.
She turned her head to look out the window. A light snow had begun to fall, dusting the treetops and windshield.
She and Reid stared at each other. She knew he was thinking the same thing she was, that the falling snow signaled a fresh start for them. A new beginning.
“Are you hungry?” he murmured.
“I am.” She paused. “For the first time in weeks.”
He gently stroked her cheek. “Let’s get some lunch, then stop by your place so you can pack an overnight bag.”
She smiled. “Are we having a sleepover at your house?”
“Yeah.” His eyes glinted. “We have to make up for lost time.”
“Sounds good.” She nipped at his lips, then climbed off his lap and crawled back into her seat. When her bare ass hit the cool leather, she gave a startled squeak and lifted her hips, tugging her skirt down over her bottom.
Reid chuckled, tucking himself back into his pants and refastening his belt.
“Can we stop at my place before we go to lunch?” She gestured pointedly to her torn panties on the floor. “It’s too cold to be going commando.”
He grinned wickedly. “I like knowing you’re naked under there.”
“Yeah? Well, I like not freezing my coochie off.”
He threw back his head with a shout of laughter.
As she grinned and adjusted her sheer black tights, he winked at her, then turned on the engine and backed out of the parking space.
When “In Your Eyes” suddenly came on the radio, they stared at each other in surprised wonder…and then smiled.