Sweet Addiction (18 page)

 “What are you
thinking right now?” he whispers and I lean in, pressing our foreheads together
and closing my eyes. God, what wasn’t I thinking right now. That I love being
with him like this in his bed, that I am so wrapped up in him and at certain
moments, I think it might break me. That I’m scared, terrified of my feelings
for him and his possible lack of feelings for me in the same way. I need to
give him an answer so I do.

I open my eyes and
connect with his. “That I’m scared I’m going to fuck this up,” I reply, so
soft, so low that I think maybe he misses it, until his eyes widen. I swallow
and continue. “I don’t really know what I’m doing. I mean, I’ve never done this
before.” His hand brushes my hair back. “You make this look so easy and I just,
I feel like I’m struggling.” My voice breaks at the end. I sound weak. Pathetic
even. His silence eats away at me so I shift down a bit to lay my head against
his chest in my favorite spot, nuzzling his neck. I need his scent right now. I
am anything but relaxed after that admission and I know it will soothe me.

“I think you’re amazing,”
he pronounces into my hair, his hands wrapping around my waist and holding my
body against his.
Amazing? At this? Really?
I exhale slowly and feel all
the tension leave my body. That is all I needed to hear. If he thinks I’m
amazing at this, than I must be doing something right. Closing my eyes, I
concentrate on his breathing and let his smell wash over me. His hands dip
under his dress shirt and stroke my back lovingly, just like he did last week
on his couch after our long talk. And once again, there is silence between us.
But this kind of silence, the kind where no words are welcomed because just
being together, holding each other is better than anything that could possibly
be said. This kind of silence is perfect. And then I pass out from my favorite
form of intoxication. Reese Carroll.

I’ve always slept
soundly in my bed, wrapped up in my nine hundred thread count sheets and down
comforter. My feather top mattress gave the illusion of sleeping on a cloud and
once I lay down on it, I was out for the count. Dead to the world. I could
usually sleep through anything except my daily 5:00 a.m. alarm. I once slept
through the commotion of two fire engines and several ambulances when a
building across the street caught on fire. I had no idea. When I eventually
woke up mid-morning on that Saturday, I was shocked at how loud the sirens were
that I had slept through. So most mornings even when I did have to wake up at
5:00 a.m, I felt extremely well rested and ready for the day. A good night’s sleep
is very important for your body to properly function and I usually achieved one
nightly. But this morning, as I slowly shift my head from side to side, eyes
still closed and the feel of something heavy on top of me, I feel like I’ve
been sleeping for days. I’ve never felt this revitalized. Slowly fluttering my
eyes open, I spot a wild mess of dark brown hair spread across my chest. Hot
breath blows across my breast, tickling my nipple, and it takes me a minute for
process what’s in front of me, or really, what’s on top of me. My eyes shoot
open and I turn to the alarm on the table next to me. 7:12 a.m. it flashes.
7:12
a.m.? Fuck!

“Reese. Get up.” I
wiggle underneath him but he’s not budging. He’s not even shifting his weight
at all. He’s clinging to me like saran wrap, his head nuzzling between my
breasts and our legs tangling together in the sheets. I almost don’t want to
move because being under and wrapped up in him this way feels amazing. But its
morning, and I fucking slept over. “REESE.” Gripping his shoulders and snapping
back into my sanity, I push with everything I have and he grumbles, rolling
over onto his back and slowly opening one eye. That one eye scans my body and
he smiles.

“Morning, love.”
Whoa.
I’m momentarily stunned by his deep groggy bedroom voice. Low and throaty, it
sends a chill through me. I glance down quickly, noting that I’m still wearing
his dress shirt that is completely open and my garter and stockings. Darting
his arm out, he pulls me close to his body and wraps around me again.

“You look wildly sexy
right now, in my shirt and in my bed.” His hand runs down my stomach and
brushes between my legs. I involuntarily moan, knowing full well that I do not
have time for this. But my body belongs to this man and I can’t help how it
reacts. “You’re so wet. Were you dreaming about me doing this?” One finger dips
in, then two, and I throw my head back and arch my body off the bed.

“Oh yes right there.”
My head falls to the side and my eyes meet the clock again as his fingers move
in perfect rhythm. It’s after 7:00 a.m. The bakery opened at 7:00 a.m. “Fuck.
I’m so late.” I bat his hand away and try and sit up when he slams me back
down, moving on top of me and pressing me into the mattress. “Reese, seriously.
I don’t have time for this. Joey is probably freaking out right now.” He rolls
his hips against my pelvis and I moan at the sensation.
Bakery? What bakery?
Who the fuck is Joey?

He kisses me hard,
darting his tongue into my mouth and I taste toothpaste.
Toothpaste?
I
shake him off me. “Hey, why do you taste like you’ve brushed your teeth? Have
you been up already?” If he says no, then the man even has perfect morning
breath which would not surprise me. My eyes widen as his smell hits me. It’s
his usual decadent scent but it’s stronger. Fresher. His wicked grin beams down
at me and I grit my teeth and grunt. “Reese, did you already take a shower this
morning?”

“You’re not the only
one that gets up at five and works out. And Joey is not freaking out.” He
plants a quick kiss on my lips. “I called him and explained the situation.”
Another hip roll catches my breath.
Focus, Dylan. It’s just a penis. The
best penis but still, just a penis.

I glare up at his giant
grin. “Are you telling me that you got up at five and didn’t wake me? Do you
not
realize that I have a business to run? And what time do
you
have to
go to work or are you
that
important that you come and go as you
please?” I groan as he rolls again. “And stop doing that.” My hands frantically
push against his body to remove him off me but nothing happens.
Shocker.
He leans off a bit and grabs my arms, bracing them on either side of my head.
Dropping his head, he rests his forehead against mine.

“So feisty. You make me
want to keep you here all day just to see how mad I can make you.” I open my
mouth to protest and his tongue slips in, capturing mine and slowly sucking on
it.
Oh Lord, help me. I have no will power when it comes to him.
He
releases me all too soon. “But I won’t because I do have to make it into work
sometime today. And just for the record, I did try to wake you up to go for a
run with me but you were in a coma.” I grunt loudly and make a face at him.
That
I can definitely believe.
I wiggle underneath him and he arches his brow,
moving his hips up to rub his length against my clit.

“OhGod,” I whimper,
clamping my eyes shut.

“Now, you have three
options here. You get to pick how I make you come before I take you to work.”
He wiggles his brows at me and I giggle. Playful Reese is impossible to say no
to.

“I don’t have time for
this,” I plead weakly. His eyes narrow at me and I issue him a smirk.

“Who are you trying to
fool here, Dylan?” Hip swivel and I groan. “I could make you come in two
minutes if I had to.”
Yeah right. He’s good but not that good.
“Hands,
mouth, or me.”

Holy hell.
I’m trying desperately not to allow my smile to crack my face in half but I’m
failing miserably and hardly caring. I jerk my hips up against him and see his
eyes widen. “You.” He licks his lips and releases my arms, reaching down and
wrapping my legs around his waist. He enters me in a quick thrust and I cry
out, my head rolling back and my arms reaching above me to grasp the headboard.
“Yes, oh yes.” My hands grip the posts and I push down with my arms, meeting
his movements and forcing him deeper inside me. “Reese.”

Gripping my thighs, he
brings my legs to his front and rests them on his shoulders as he pummels into
me. His groans are loud and throaty. “Feel it, love. Feel what only I can do to
you.” He arches back and holds my legs as he drives into me. “Nobody will make
you feel this good, Dylan, just me.” My eyes are glued to his and I can’t look
away. I want to tell him that he’s right, that I know no other guy will ever
make me feel like this and I never want to give one the chance. But I don’t.
Instead, I just feel him. Every stroke, every push, I feel and take everything
he gives me.

Deeper, deeper, harder
and he’s relentless. I’m close, so close that I can’t believe I actually
doubted what he does to me. Clearly my insanely good night’s sleep has rendered
me stupid. His hand trails down my leg as he thrusts and his thumb finds my
spot. With the slightest twitch, I’m done.

“I’m coming. Oh fuck.”
I close my eyes and scream so loud my voice breaks. I hear his loud cry and
flick them back open to see him glued to me. Green and piercing, he captures me
and I watch him fall apart. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites
down as he pumps into me, giving me his release. Turning his head, he presses
his mouth to my leg and pants, his jagged breath bursting across my shin. He
stills inside me as we slowly come down together.

“Jesus Christ.” I feel
and see his lips curl up around my skin. My legs are dropped from his shoulders
and he moves off the bed, lifting me up into his arms. He carries me down the
hallway and straight into the bathroom. I’m placed on my feet in front of the
vanity and glance at myself in the mirror. “Oh shit.” My hair looks rightly
fucked but not in the unbelievable Reese hair sort of way, my lips are swollen,
cheeks flushed, and my breasts are beautifully tainted with his marks. My
fingers frantically comb through my hair as he smiles behind me. “I need
something to wear out of here. Any suggestions, or would you like me to just
wear what I have on?” I arch my brow and crack a smile as his fades
. Oh, Mr.
Possessive is back
.

His hands come up and
rake through my hair, messing up what I’ve just tamed. “You’re hilarious. Would
you like to take a shower with me?” he asks as he walks over and turns it on.
His bathroom is far nicer than mine, massive even with a shower that could
probably fit ten people.
Nine women and Reese possibly?
Ugh. Don’t go
there
. I shake the thought out of my head.

“Yes, but it has to be
quick. No funny business.” I bend and begin unhooking my garter, sliding my
stockings off my legs. He disappears after I catch him watching me after
several long seconds. Always watching. He reappears moments later as I slip
into the shower, a pile of clothes in his hands. “You don’t have conditioner?”
I ask as the warm water cascades down my body. The only thing in his shower is
shampoo and his body wash which I grab quickly and take a sniff of. I close my
eyes and let the citrus scent run through me, opening them to find Reese
standing in the shower with me and smiling.

“You use that and
you’ll smell like me.” He smiles, pulling it out of my hands and squirting some
into his palm. “I think you like how I smell.”

“I
love
how you
smell,” I reply as his hands work into a rich lather and he begins rubbing them
over my body. “And now I won’t even have to see you again today to get my Reese
fix.” He laughs softly and I watch his concentration as he washes me, starting
at my neck and moving down each arm. He covers every inch of skin in suds and I
giggle as his hands work my breasts, meticulously washing them for several
minutes. “I think they’re clean.”

“I’ll be the judge of
that.” His hands move down my stomach and around my waist, dropping to my ass
and working the lather there as I squirm against him. “So, since you’ve
survived a sleepover with me, that means we can have them all the time now
right?” he asks playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Absolutely not. I
never intended on sleeping over, in fact, I think you let me fall asleep on you
on purpose and tricked me into it.” He kneels in front of me and washes between
my legs, lingering with a grin before he moves down. He massages my thighs and
my shins, bringing each foot up and washing them thoroughly as I grip the
shower wall. I’m terribly ticklish and he knows it. I think about what he just
asked me. Sleepovers all the time? There’s no way I can do the sleepover thing
again, let alone all the time. Even though I did get the best sleep of my life
and the sight of him wrapped around me this morning is a memory I’d like to
hold onto forever. “That was a special birthday treat.” I hold on to his head
to keep my balance.

He stands and grabs his
shampoo, squeezing some into my hand and doing the same to his. “Honestly, I had
every intention of taking you home last night. But I think we must have fallen
asleep at the same time. The last thing I remember before passing out is you
lying on my chest.” We begin washing each other’s hair together, my eyes
closing as I enjoy the scalp massage. He really is good at this. “And then when
I woke up at five and couldn’t get you awake without a fog horn, I called Joey
and told him that you accidently fell asleep and that you’d be a little late
today. He didn’t seem surprised.” Our hands drop and I back up into the water,
rinsing my hair and smiling at the scent that is now going to be on me all day.
I’ve honestly never smelt anything better, and I live in a fucking bakery.

“Do you always want
your flings to spend the night?” I move out of the water and switch spots with
him, allowing him to rinse his shampoo out. I grab his body wash and squirt
some into my palm.
Shit. Did I really want to know the answer to that? No, I
don’t.
“Never mind. I don’t want to know that.” My hands begin to wash his
body as his eyes study me. “It doesn’t matter. I just don’t think we should
make a habit out of it.” He moans softly as I move over his shoulders with
pressure, down his arms, his chest, and his stomach. I get nice and close to
reach around and wash his back, inhaling him deeply while I do it.

I kneel down and wash
his legs, his erection staring me right in the face. “Dylan, we’re casual and
everything, but I think you’re more than a fling at this point. I don’t usually
fuck my flings repeatedly.” I stand and look up into his eyes as he rinses the
soap off himself. His jaw is tight and his brows are furrowed. “Okay?”

I swallow and nod
slowly.
Okay. So I’m above his fling status but still casual, nowhere near
the girlfriend zone.  And according to Billy, he doesn’t do girlfriends so
with Reese there isn’t a girlfriend zone. I guess he does care about me more
than his other hookups.

“I’m all clean, feel
like getting a little dirty?” I ask and his eyes widen instantly. He reaches
for me just as I slip quickly out of the shower. “Sorry. No time for that this
morning.” I wrap a towel around myself and quickly grab the clothes that he
placed on the sink, making a break for it towards his bedroom. I hear his
laughs behind me as I drop the clothes on the bed and examine what he’s picked
out for me. Sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a pair of his boxers. W
ait, where are
my panties?
I glance around the room, looking all around the bed when Reese
walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist. I look up at him and my eyes
widen.
Sweet Lord
. I’ve seen the man naked several times already, but
the sight of him in just a towel makes me clench my thighs shut.