Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (54 page)

She might be better off without him, but she’d come back and she’d decided to stay. He was going to do his best to convince her she’d made the right choice.

No matter how long it took.

Reid tried to seduce her slowly, but it was a hopeless goal. He was burning with need for her, his cock thumping and hard and ready, his body needing the feel of her skin against him. Avenging her on Ethan made him feel primal and passionate. He wanted to claim her repeatedly, to hear her cry out in pleasure and then make her come again. He wanted to taste her from head to toe, to caress her and pleasure her as she’d never been pleased before. He wanted her to forget every other man she’d ever known, or been with, or even thought of being with.

He wanted to be everything to her.

Kendra’s skin was sweet and her body responsive, but it was her character that had snared him completely. She tipped back her head and moaned aloud as he ran his teeth over her taut nipple, then suckled it hard. No matter what he did, no matter what option he presented, no matter how he pushed her, Kendra accepted it all.

And then she demanded more.

Perfect.

Reid ran his hands over the smoothness of her, knowing he’d never get enough. Her skin was like silk, and her puss was hot and wet. The smell of her desire fed his own, evidence that their pleasure was mutual. He stretched her out on his bed, then peeled off his T-shirt and cast it on the bed beside her. She eyed him and smiled, but before she could move, he dropped down onto the bed. He caught her ankles, one in each hand, then planted a kiss on her stomach so she didn’t move. He parted her thighs slowly as he held her gaze, inhaled deeply of her perfume, then bent to eat her. She was sweet and juicy and hot.

Kendra cried out in pleasure. Reid flicked his tongue over her clitoris, teasing her with the prospect of satisfaction, then set to building her desire to a fever pitch. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold out himself, but he loved how responsive she was to his touch. He tightened his grip on her ankles, liking how delicate she was, honored that she trusted him as fully as she did. She moaned and squirmed, then bucked her hips.

“Are you trying to escape?” Reid asked, blowing on her hot puss to tease her more.

“I want you to finish me off!”

“Not that quickly. You have to wait for it.”

“I have to earn it, you mean,” Kendra propped herself on her elbows to look at him. Her hair was tousled and her cheeks were flushed. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“It seems only fair, given your effect on me.”

She smiled. “Won’t the Jacksons hear me?”

“Would it bother you if they did?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Will I see them again?”

“When they serve you breakfast, assuming you intend to stay the night.” He said the words casually, hoping he wasn’t making assumptions that would prove untrue.

Kendra’s smile never wavered, but her voice dropped to a whisper. “Who’ll feed me in the safe room?”

Reid just smiled. He didn’t want to talk about the safe room, much less the fact that it likely wouldn’t be finished soon.

Maybe one day. Maybe when this was all over.

Maybe when she forgot this night’s trauma.

“Too bad it’s not finished,” she whispered, to his surprise. “We could use it tonight.”

“No,” Reid said firmly, shaking his head. “Not tonight.”

She studied him, uncertainty in her eyes. How could she want to be bound after what she’d endured tonight? Was she trying to show that she trusted him? “Don’t you want to explore fantasies anymore?”

He leaned over her. “Not that one. Not tonight. I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel confident.”

She smiled, and the sight made his heart clench. “I do feel safe with you, Reid. I trust you.”

“Then let’s see what we can do to each other, without toys.”

“Are you sure? I could use your T-shirt and gag myself for your pleasure.”

Her enthusiasm was the most powerful aphrodisiac he’d ever known, but Reid shook his head. “Just vanilla this time, Kendra. Just you and me. No distractions.”

“But...”

He touched his lips to hers, ready to make any concession to please her. If she needed to be captive to make love, he’d find a way. “What would excite you more? Fearing that you’re being heard, or gagging yourself to silence for me?” He watched as she considered the two choices, liking how quickly she decided.

“I’m not sure. I’ve silenced myself for you before and it was pretty hot.”

“Then consider this an experiment. I want to see that mouth, Kendra, and I want to hear the sounds of your pleasure.”

“Yes, Reid,” she agreed, and he noted how relieved she was to have had the decision made for her. Maybe that was it. Maybe having him choose was more important than exactly what he chose.

Maybe captivity, safe captivity, gave her the freedom to enjoy herself.

Reid was more than ready to untangle all of Kendra’s mysteries. He made another choice for her, hoping to augment her pleasure. “Clasp your hands together and stretch them high over your head,” he commanded.

Her eyes lit immediately, evidence that he’d chosen correctly. “As if they’re bound to the headboard?”

“Yes, but they aren’t. You’re holding the pose by choice.” He smiled and caressed her leg in a long stroke. “As if you’re truly submissive.”

She grinned, then sighed rapturously. “Yes, Reid.”

He smiled, glad to have found a compromise that excited her. “Make as much noise as you want and struggle as much as you want, but don’t come. I forbid it.”

“I knew there would be a catch,” she muttered, even as she stretched out before him. Reid smiled, appreciating the lean beauty of her body, particularly in contrast with the fullness of her breasts. She arched back and spread her legs wider, inviting his caress, and he bent his head to partake of the feast that was Kendra Jones.

* * *

Kendra wriggled. Kendra moaned. Kendra twisted against the smooth sheets, but Reid was relentless. He held her ankles firmly captive and his mouth tormented her beyond all belief. She was on the cusp of orgasm half a dozen times, that sweet heat starting to flood her body, when he changed tactics and began his sweet torture all over again. Her heart was pounding and she was warm to her toes, filled with a need only he could satisfy.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the safe room, and how time spent there would be the culmination of so many fantasies.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the look in his eyes when he realized she’d been hurt, and the way he’d said her name that first time.

This was about more than the awesome sex.

And she wasn’t the only one in thrall.

She felt her pulse begin to race and her clitoris harden. She felt her body tense and knew he’d draw back again, just to prolong her pleasure. Kendra writhed and groaned aloud, wanting him to know the extent of her frustration. She locked her thighs around his head, a move that seemed to draw his tongue deeper inside her, and gasped when he laughed against her puss. He gripped her butt in his hands, squeezing her tightly, then she could only feel one hand on her butt. She felt him moving and heard something fall to the floor, but he distracted her expertly. His tongue was wicked, diving into her then flicking against her clitoris, teasing her but leaving her unsatisfied. She rocked from side to side, then reached down to grip his shoulders.

Reid moved over her in one fluid move, burying himself inside her so quickly that Kendra gasped aloud. He drove deep, his eyes gleaming, then rolled his hips against her. “Get those hands up or I’ll have to punish you,” he whispered, his voice a dark threat.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” she whispered.

“Maybe you’re trying to drive me crazy.”

“Maybe it would only be fair.”

His grin flashed and he eased deeper inside her, making her gasp with the size of him. “How do you want to be punished, Kendra? With a spanking?”

“I like the riding crop.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He gave her a look and Kendra stretched her hands above her head, ready to do anything to keep him from pulling back again. He locked one hand over her wrists, holding them motionless over her head. He braced himself on that elbow, then wiped his mouth on his T-shirt and cast it aside. He ran his free hand over her, caressing her breast and nipple, then slid his fingers up her neck.

He cupped the back of her head and kissed her again, a soulful potent open-mouthed kiss that left Kendra aching with need. When he finally lifted his head, her blood was simmering and his eyes were deepest blue with satisfaction.

“Now you’ll be silent,” he growled. He braced his weight on both elbows and locked his free hand over her mouth. She gasped and her eyes widened, even as he smiled at her. “Are you my captive?” She moaned and nodded. “Then make as much noise as you can. Prove to both of us how helpless you are.” He moved inside her and Kendra inhaled, then she wrapped her legs around his waist. She heard him catch his breath with pleasure before he drove deeper again.

“I won’t last,” he whispered against her throat and she saw the perspiration on his temples. It thrilled her to get to him in the same way he got to her, and she loved the idea of making him lose control.

He moved slowly and deliberately, rubbing himself against her hard clitoris with every stroke. Kendra moaned. She quivered. Her pulse fluttered when he kissed her ear and her temple. He held her down and ensured that she had every bit as much pleasure from it as he did. She struggled against him, knowing that her muffled cries excited him.

They gave each other what they needed. Their union was sweet and potent, the heat rising between them with every stroke. Kendra watched him inhale sharply, felt him get harder and thicker, felt his muscles tense and knew she had to push him over the edge.

She opened her mouth and nipped at his palm, even as she locked her legs more tightly around him and drew him more deeply inside her. To her surprise, Reid clasped both hands around her wrists, and replaced his palm with his mouth. He kissed her deeply and thoroughly, demanding with his kiss as he never had before.

His kiss was too much. It overwhelmed her and pushed her over the edge, consuming her with a pleasure she couldn’t deny. Kendra shouted as her orgasm exploded. She felt her legs lock convulsively around Reid and he drove deeply into her one last time before he shouted aloud with his own release.

He was shaking when he leaned his head on her shoulder, and they were both breathing rapidly. She smiled as he ran one hand down the length of her, then he pressed a kiss to the racing pulse at her throat.

“All right?” he murmured against her skin.

“Perfect,” she admitted breathlessly and speared her fingers into his hair. “Just perfect.” She rolled him to his back, then kissed him, liking how he smiled before her lips closed over his.

* * *

Reid awakened in the early hours of the morning and breathed deeply of Kendra’s perfume. She was nestled against him, naked, her softness and warmth comforting beside him.

The sex had been phenomenal, and Reid knew enough of the world and himself to recognize what was different.

He loved Kendra Jones.

It hadn’t been sex: it had been making love.

And he wanted to do it for the rest of his life.

He didn’t want his relationship with Kendra to be a contractual one. Nestled beside her, he acknowledged that he never had. He’d seen something in her that first night, something that had kindled an intuitive reaction in him, something he couldn’t have denied.

Even though he’d tried. He’d wished earlier she hadn’t come to the house, because he’d wanted to keep her away from the investigation into Alana’s death. He’d wanted to protect her, at any cost to himself. On the other hand, he was fiercely glad Kendra
had
come to him, and not just because he was the one she trusted. She’d told him off. She’d confided in him. She trusted him.

That choice made Reid aware of how little he’d confided in her.

It might have been better for Kendra to keep her distance from him right now, but he wasn’t really surprised by her choice. He admired it. She followed her passion, and there was no pretense about her. Kendra wasn’t deceptive and she didn’t go through the motions for anything or anyone. She knew what she wanted and she went after it.

They had that in common.

As much as he was concerned about his current sense of a trap closing around him, Reid was fiercely glad to be the object of this woman’s desire. As he stared at the ceiling and held her close, he realized that he couldn’t really keep her safe unless he was with her. And that meant fighting for the future he wanted with Kendra the way he’d fought for anything else he’d wanted.

Which meant Reid was going to have to tell Kendra the truth. All of it. He wasn’t looking forward to that. He wasn’t good with confessions and she might not like the ones he made. Some of them certainly wouldn’t make him look good. Still, it had to be done, if they were going to have a future.

He had to give her proof of his trust in her.

Reid kissed Kendra’s temple and eased out of the bed, trying to not disturb her. She made a sound of protest then rolled into the hollow his body had left. She nestled into his pillow, sighed and seemed to fall asleep again.