The Sweet Addiction Series Collection: Sweet Addiction, Sweet Possession & Sweet Obsession (28 page)

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 who 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 I have a business to run? And what time do
you
have to go to work or are you
that
important that you can 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.

“Oh, God,” 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 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 for 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 you accidently fell asleep and 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. Do 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 hook ups.

“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 he placed on the sink, making a break for it toward 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.

“Like what you see?” he asks, winking at me as he walks into his closest, momentarily stunning me.

I drop to my knees and glance under the bed. “Panties?”

He’s not long and re-emerges with a dress shirt, khakis, and tie, shrugging at me and barely holding in his smile.

I stand and grip my towel. “You have them, don’t you? What, are you starting some weird collection of my lingerie?”

He drops his towel and begins dressing, causing me to look away quickly before I jump on him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I believe I provided you with some boxers to put your sexy ass into, so I’m not sure what the problem is.” He slips on his boxers and pulls his white T-shirt over his head.

“Humph, pervert,” I reply and his smile spreads across his face as I drop my towel. I feel his eyes on me as I step into his boxers, rolling them as I did before to make them fit me better. Next, I get into the sweatpants, which I also have to roll several times at the waist. Slipping on my bra, I pull the T-shirt over my head. It’s an old University of Chicago shirt and has apparently been worn repeatedly.
Did he give me one of his favorite shirts?
I glance at him as he stands in front of the mirror hanging on his wall, putting on his tie. He looks devastatingly handsome and oh, so yummy in the morning, freshly fucked and showered. He eyes me quickly and I smile before I walk out of the bedroom, needing to leave his presence before I rip his clothes off. Grabbing my purse off the dining room table, I slip into my heels and shake my head at how ridiculous I look in them with his sweats.

“Ready?” He walks down the hallway toward me and stops when I turn to him. I let out a heavy sigh at his appearance as his eyes fall onto my feet. “You look beautiful,” he states as if it’s obvious, and I run at him, meeting him in the hallway and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Whoa. Hi, love.”

“
You
look beautiful. I look rightly silly. Now come on, I’m late enough as it is and you’re making me want to throw you back into your bed.” He turns me around and starts back toward his bedroom as I giggle into his neck. “No. We can’t.”

He grunts in protest as he carries me toward the door and we finally leave with me still in his arms.