Made for You (12 page)

“Happy Anniversary,” she said before rising up on her tiptoes and kissing him.

Chapter 11

Reese broke the kiss and Kelley found herself breathing hard as his gaze held hers. He cupped her face with one hand and brushed his thumb over her cheek. “You are something else, Kelley.”

“What?” she asked, her voice low and breathy.

“You’re so special to me.” He lowered his head and their lips met again.

She could almost swear fireworks sparked behind her closed eyelids as he kissed her. It was a kiss like nothing she’d ever experienced before, a kiss she never wanted to end.

He scooped her into his arms, catching her off guard. She clung to his neck and he swept her out of the kitchen and down a hall, his stride long and deliberate. When he reached what she guessed was the master bedroom, he pushed the door open and set her on her feet on a hunter green rug next to a rustic four-poster bed. He swept aside the pillow from the top of the plaid comforter and pulled the comforter back with one hand.

Her insides tingled and then he was kissing her again while exploring her body with his fingertips. His touch was gentle when it came to her shoulder, but he pulled her tight up against him so that she felt the hard ridge of his erection against her belly.

He picked her up by her waist and set her on the edge of the mattress. She watched him, hunger growing within her as he knelt in front of her and tugged off one of her leather shoes and then the other. His gaze met hers as he peeled off each of her socks.

When her feet were bare, he caressed then before sliding his hands up her calves, over her jeans, on up to her thighs. The heat of his palms burned through the denim to her flesh. His hands continued on to the button of her jeans.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him, her heart pounding faster with every movement he made. She braced her hands on the mattress and leaned back. Butterflies skittered through her belly as she raised her hips so that he could pull her jeans down.

Her breath caught in her throat as he removed her jeans, leaving her in her black panties. Still on his knees, he pressed his big body between her thighs, pushing them apart.

“Your skin is so soft.” He skimmed his palms along her legs, causing goose bumps to rise up on her flesh. “I didn’t know how much I wanted to touch you until this moment.” His blue eyes held hers. “And now I don’t think I can get enough.”

She shivered as he said the words and he moved his hands over her hips, sliding over the silk of her panties to the hem of her white T-shirt.

“Is your shoulder going to be okay if we take this off?” he said as he paused.

She raised her arms. “My shoulder is fine now.”

Still, he carefully eased the T-shirt over her head and arms. When the shirt was off, he set it aside, and he looked at her, taking in her black panties and matching satin and lace bra.

She bit her lower lip as he traced the line of her bra, skimming her breasts with his callused fingers. Her entire body grew sensitized, his every touch making her want him that much more.

He watched her as he cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her satin-covered nipples. They tightened and ached and she wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his mouth on them.

Unable to move her gaze from his, she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his palms. His eyes seemed to burn like blue flame as he reached behind her and unfastened her bra. He slid the straps down her arms and bared her breasts.

A low rumble rose up in his throat and he lowered his head and caught her nipple in his mouth. She gasped as he ran his tongue over the hardened nipple and then she sighed with pleasure. He slowly slid his lips from her nipple and down the mound to the valley between her breasts. He kissed the soft skin and moved his mouth up the other breast to the nipple and teased it with his tongue.

She slid her fingers into his light brown hair. The strands were silky to her touch and she gave a low moan as he teased one nipple with his fingers and another with his tongue. He raised his head, leaving her nipples damp and cool.

He studied her face then brought his mouth to hers, slowly kissing her as his fingers explored her body. She loved the way he kissed, the way their tongues met and he slid his into her mouth.

She brought her hands to his face and felt the day’s stubble on his jaws beneath her palms. He kissed the corner of her mouth and kissed his way down her neck and to the hollow of her throat. He continued on, toward her injured shoulder.

He was far more gentle than she’d ever imagined he would be in his lovemaking. His touch was firing her up even more than she’d dreamed.

A feather-light touch of his lips skimmed the bullet wound and he kissed it softly. “I could have lost you.” His voice sounded rough and he raised his head to meet her gaze. “I can’t imagine life without you here.”

Her throat constricted at his words. She tried to let them sink in but they seemed to skitter away as he reached for her panties. She braced her hands on the bed, raised her hips, and he slid them down to her feet.

Instead of tossing them aside, he brought them to his nose and inhaled. “You smell so good.”

Wild sensations pinged through her body as he set her panties on the floor and pressed her thighs apart so that she was wide open and bared to him. He ran a finger over her shaved mound.

“I like this,” he murmured as he touched the smooth skin. He continued on and skimmed her clit as he slid his finger down her wet folds.

Her eyes widened and her heart pounded harder against her ribcage as he stroked her slick flesh. Desire curled in her belly.

He got to his feet and she looked up at him, so tall as he towered over her. She swallowed as she watched him toe off his boots and then strip off his socks. He took his time, making her wait for him as he brought his hands to his belt and unfastened the buckle. She held her breath as he slid the leather from the belt loops.

The buckle thumped on the carpet when he dropped the belt. His top button was undone, but he didn’t pull down his zipper. He shrugged out of his overshirt and tossed it on top of the belt, leaving him in a T-shirt. He tugged the T-shirt over his head and her mouth watered at the sight of his muscles flexing as he stripped.

Now he was just in his Wrangler jeans. He watched her as he unzipped his jeans, revealing black boxer briefs. He pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. His erection was huge behind the soft material of his boxer briefs. As he pushed them down, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

The moment he released his cock and stripped out of his boxer briefs, she wanted to touch him, wanted to taste him. She slid off the bed and went to him. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and got down on her knees.

Reese hadn’t expected Kelley to get down on her knees like this. He’d planned on giving pleasure to her, not taking for himself. But she had her fingers wrapped around his cock and she lowered her head.

She slid his cock into her mouth, bringing him deep to the back of her throat. He couldn’t help but groan as she moved her wet mouth up and down his shaft. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before taking him deep again.

A throaty moan rose up in her as she bobbed her head up and down. He slid his fingers into her hair, stroking strands away from her face as she looked up at him. He could get lost in the depths of her blue eyes.

Her mouth was so warm on his cock. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way before. With Kelley it was so intense, so raw and filled with passion.

She made soft sounds of hunger and need as she sucked his cock. She moved her hands away from his erection, still bobbing her head. And then she was digging her nails into his ass.

The slight pain made the experience even more erotic and he groaned. That seemed to spur her on and she took him deeper yet.

He didn’t think he could survive much more of the sweet torture she was inflicting on him. He pushed back the oncoming orgasm. He didn’t want her to stop, but he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.

His gaze met hers again, and her eyes were dark with passion. An orgasm was rushing toward him and soon he would be powerless to stop it.

He leaned down and slid his fingers into her hair and he clenched the strands in his hands. “Stop.” The word came out in a harsh tone. She let him slip his erection from her mouth and she gave him a smoky look filled with desire that he knew could lead into something fierce and primal if he let it go in that direction.

If it weren’t for her shoulder, he would probably have acted like an animal, taking her too fast. “You make me crazy.” His throat worked. “I want to take you hard and fast and out of control. But this is right…slow is the way you deserve to be taken.”

She almost couldn’t breathe as he bent and took her hands in his and helped her to her feet. When she was standing, she took his injured hand in hers and kissed the stubs where his fingers used to be. Her lips were soft against his skin.

When she raised her head again, he picked her up by her waist and laid her on the middle of the bed.

The tough, sometimes prickly female detective stared up at him and smiled, not looking so tough or prickly at all. She looked soft, warm, and inviting…and all his.

Kelley looked up at Reese in his masculine perfection. No, maybe not perfect in the Michelangelo’s David sort of way, but perfect to her. The power of his presence, of his bearing. She’d known he was built well, but she’d never known just how well. His muscles were well defined but not too big…just right.

His cock, nestled in tight dark curls, was thick and long and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her. He bent, picked up his jeans, and took his wallet out of his pocket. From his wallet he withdrew a foil packet, which he tossed on the bed before dropping his wallet on top of his jeans.

She held out her arms to him and he moved toward her. He eased onto the bed and knelt between her legs before pushing her thighs wide apart with his hands. While he watched her face, he slid two fingers into her moist core. Her eyes widened as he thrust his fingers in deep, down to his knuckles. He placed one hand on her knee as he moved his fingers out, ran them along the length of her folds and then slipped them inside her core again.

“Please.” The word came out with a hoarse edge to it. “I want you inside me.”

His smile was so carnal, so filled with passion, that she caught her breath. “Not yet.”

He lowered himself so that his shoulders were between her thighs, his face close to her sex. He blew lightly on her clit and she nearly came up off the bed.

Before she had a chance to recover from the zing that had shot straight through to her belly, he shifted so that his face was close to her folds. He slid his fingers inside her at the same time he licked her clit.

A cry caught in her throat and she gripped the sheet in her fists as if that might hold her to the bed. She felt like she could go flying at any moment and he had barely started.

Her body felt like it was on fire, her legs trembling with the need to climax. He slowly licked and sucked her while slowly moving his fingers in and out.

An orgasm built and built within her. Perspiration broke out on her body and she was fighting to remain grounded, like she might fly into pieces that could never be put back together again.

He made a low rumbling sound against her folds and she lost it. She cried out loud and long. It was like a bubble burst around her and she was set free, floating up into the night sky. He continued licking her, as she floated but then her body tensed and from out of nowhere another orgasm slammed into her. She twisted in his grasp, no longer able to take any more of his tongue on her clit.

As she came back down to earth, she felt the heat of him against her as he eased up on top. She loved the feel of his hard body as he pressed it to hers. He braced his hands to either side of her shoulders, holding most of his weight off of her.

He lowered his head and brought his mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her, a hard, intense kiss that made her heart skip a beat. He rose up and braced himself with one hand while grasping his cock in his other and pressing it against her core. She looked to see that he’d put on a condom, likely when she was in the middle of her massive orgasm.

She gasped as he pushed his way inside her. He moved slowly but he was so big and she was so petite that it almost hurt as he stretched and filled her. But at the same time it felt so incredible that what little pain she’d felt vanished.

He began moving in and out of her and she rose up to meet his every thrust. She’d never felt anything like having him inside her, his body pressed to hers. His skin was hot and she felt their perspiration mingling as he took her.

His thrusts grew harder and faster and it felt as if he was going deeper with each movement. She watched the intensity in his fierce expression, the set of his jaw and the wildness in his blue eyes. She had no doubt that he was close to coming.

Her own orgasm came closer and closer. She felt fire burning through her body again and knew it wouldn’t be much longer…

“Come for me, honey.” He said the words in a growl.

She completely lost it. She cried out again as her mind seemed to spiral and her body vibrated. Her core spasmed around his cock and a beat later he gave a loud shout. She watched him as he came, loving how he looked as he lost control.

He thrust in and out several more times and then he rested his big frame against her. She loved the feel of his body and didn’t want him to move, but then he was rolling onto his side, taking her with him. He tucked her head in the crook of his arm and held her close.

She sighed, pleasure filling her from head to toe. A smile touched her lips and she wanted to tell him how good he’d just made her feel.

And how much he meant to her. But she wasn’t ready for that. She wasn’t even ready to admit to herself how she cared about him in ways she had never cared for anyone before him.

She snuggled closer. For now she wanted to feel happy, secured, and cared for. They both let the moment fill them as if neither one of them wanted to disturb the beauty that had just happened between them.