Wanting Reed (Break Me) BOOK 2 (62 page)

“Perfect,” he breathes. He cups my chin, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip before kissing me tenderly.

“It is. The rubies are beautiful.”

“It’s my birthstone, and the diamond is yours.” He winks. “April is a nice month for a birthday,” he states with a devious smile.

“How did you know?”

“I asked Jace. He’s eager at giving up information.”

“Oh.” I shoot him a coy look. “Sneaky. I need to keep an eye on you two. I’d hate for him to share some of my annoying habits.”

“I’m just warning you tonight. You’re gonna have to get used to surprises.” He cautions before flashing me a quick grin
that melts into an intense gaze.

“Really,” I muse, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I may have a little surprise for you when we get back to the apartment.”
Oh, and I can guarantee he is going to love what I have for him, and it does not involve boxes or wrapping paper.
I take his hand in mine and look over at his snow-covered Hummer. “How about we walk back to my place instead of taking your truck?”

“Really?” he says, glancing down the newly plowed street.

“A little snow in your boots is not going to kill you.” I giggle. “Plus, there is a snow emergency- no parking on the street. You don’t want your precious little baby to get towed, do you?” He looks at his truck and then back at me, shrugging his shoulders with a look of defeat on his handsome face.

“Yeah, I guess when you put it that way,” he affirms. “A little snow is not gonna hurt,” he relents, tugging the collar of his jacket up around his neck and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “You ready?” he asks as I loop my arm in his.

“Yep.”

“This is going to be fun.” He laughs as he kisses me on the cheek. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, babe.”

It was just us, the falling snow and the star-filled sky as we walked back to my apartment. So far, this has been the most romantic and memorable Christmas Eve for me. I hope with what I have planned, I can and will make it more memorable for him. Reed is making hot cocoa in the kitchen as I slip on the red lingerie that I bought a few months back when he left for Texas. I also bought red stilettos and added red garters to my little Christmas getup. The tennis bracelet matches perfectly, and I’m sure by the end of the night, it will be the only thing I’m wearing. He thinks we’re going to watch
It’s A Wonderful Life
in the living room in front of the fireplace. I think he’s going to like what I have planned for him much better, and there’s no need for a fireplace to heat the bedroom. I light two vanilla scented candles on the bedside table, spray some perfume in all the right places, and place the tub of fluff wrapped with a red bow onto the bed.

“Elle, what’s taking so long?” he calls out from the other room.

“I need your help with something,” I reply, shaking my hair so that it cascades around my face. I position myself at the foot of the bed with the cuffs in my hand and legs crossed in front of me. I hear his footsteps and catch his perfect frame filling the doorway. Unable to see me in the shadows, he approaches the bed.

“What do you nee...” He exhales a deep breath and cups the back of his neck when he reaches the bed. “Holy fuck, doll,” he stammers, running his teeth across his bottom lip as a roguish grin appears on his face.

I smile wantonly as he follows my every move. I rise from the bed, dangling the cuffs in my hand. I can feel the fire raging between my legs, solidifying that my desire for him is all-consuming. There is not one “good” image running through my mind right now as I see him in only the silky, red lounge pants that I bought him. They are all bad. Wicked. Naughty. I trail my eyes over his taut, bare chest down to the erection in his pants and smile.

“Merry Christmas,” I breathe. I’m soaked from the longing in his eyes alone. Emotions swirl within me as pleasure washes over me, seeing him look at me this way.

“Best fucking present ever.”
His voice is deep and raspy.
He stalks toward me and stops inches from me. His chest is heaving, and his eyes flicker with want. He gently traces the lace of my bralette, brushing the hair away from my face. “My fucking God,” he whispers over my face, holding my cheeks in his hands. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls as he moves his hands and tugs my hair. He crushes his lips over mine, hooking my arms under his shoulders. It’s an achingly slow kiss that torments and teases me. Tenderly, he trails his hands down my body where he finally snatches the cuffs from my hand. “Let me take these. I’m going to put these and that tub of fluff to good use tonight.”

I stand, facing him and absorbing the moment. I eagerly hold out both my arms, so he can place the cuffs onto my wrists. Raising my arms over my head, I melt against his body, feeling his erection pressed against my stomach as he backs me toward the bed and gently lays me down.

“I can buy you a new pair of these,” he rasps as he tears the red lace panties off me. A low, satisfied rumble comes from the back of his throat as he licks his lips. “Scoot up, doll, you’re gonna love what I’m about to do to you.”

“What about the cocoa? It’s going to get cold,” I say innocently, tracing my bottom lip with my finger seductively.

He kneels at the foot of the bed and gently nudges my legs apart. “Fuck that.” He glances across the planes of my body with a salacious look in his eyes and a voice that is a daunting whisper. “What I’m about to have is much better than hot cocoa.”

I lie next to Elle, watching her breathe softly, her long brown hair spirals over the pillow and across my chest. Her warm breath rouses me as she plants small butterfly kisses onto my chest, pulling her body even closer to mine. I wake up every morning like this since I moved out right after Christmas. My life before her is a distant memory. I have her to look forward to. Better than heaven. Everything that I could ever want in my life is right here in this warm bed.

I understand so much about love now. It can hurt you, but also bring you so much happiness. The heat, the power and the lightning you feel can go either way. I’ve felt it all with her. The highs and the lows. I’ve learned that I’m actually worthy of this kind of love.

“Good morning,” she whispers, kissing a trail from my chest to my neck.

“Morning, doll.” I say, twirling a silky lock of her hair around my finger.

“I love waking up like this every morning.”

“I was thinking the same thing, babe.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s just you and me now. A new year. A new life. A new beginning.”

“I know,” she says, touching my cheek. “Do you remember the first time we met?”

“How could I forget that night at the park? It hit me right then and there.”

“Do you know how badly I wanted to kiss you that night? How beautiful you were to me, talking about all the things that you loved?”

“I felt it, too. Who would have thought that we would have ended up here after all we’ve been through?” she murmurs
against my neck.

“All I wanted was a chance with you, and when the door opened for me and I saw that you felt the same way, I grabbed it,” I voice with the biggest grin. “You just don’t let opportunities like that slip away.”

“Yes, you were quite the charmer.” She points out with a smile. “You knew just how to push my buttons.”

“Fuck, it was the sexiest thing to watch when you got frustrated with me.” I grin. “You don’t want to know how many times I wanted to rip off your clothes and have my way with you.”

“Ahh... now it all comes out,” she whispers with a keen smirk on her face as she presses her body against mine in response to my confession. “I had a few inappropriate thoughts myself.”

“Which makes the sex now fucking amazing,” I rasp, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Do you remember our first kiss?”

“I’ll never forget it,” she confesses, laying her head on my shoulder.

“Best birthday present ever,” I say, kissing her on the forehead. “Then, on the Fourth of July, you were a vision walking toward me in that skimpy red dress.” I shake my head at the memory. “It was all too much. I knew I had to make you mine.”

“Well...” she says bashfully. “I didn’t realize that I was doing that to you. I wasn’t trying to make things hard.”

“Doll, you could have fooled me.” I chuckle, glancing down at my ever impatient hard-on. She giggles innocently at my obvious gesture.

“Sometimes I think this is all a dream.” She drops her eyes to my arm, outlining the inked letters of her name. Her eyes and her attentive warm touch are driving me to the brink.

“I know where you’re coming from.” I pause. “I knew I had to chase these feelings, that they truly meant something.”

“I’m glad you didn’t give up,” she whispers.

“I’m happy you saw past all my mistakes and gave me another chance,” I say in a low voice. “I’ve never been a quitter, doll, and when it comes to you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

“Yeah?” she asks in a sly tone, throwing her sexy, smooth leg across my waist. She lets out a soft, sultry laugh. My lips curl into a smile as I clutch the top of her thigh and start caressing her. “I have one thing or... person that needs to be done.”

“Really now?” I say in a husky voice as I move my hand between her thighs and work my way up. “Do I know this person?” I finish, watching her lick her lower lip.

“Intimately,” she whimpers, giving me another sexy as sin smile. I feel her heart rate skyrocket against my chest as she molds her body against mine. She hypnotically looks up at me through eyes flickering with desire. What a way to start off the last day of the fucking fabulous year of 2013 by having amazing sex with my insanely hot and beautiful girlfriend.

“I’m all about what you’re saying right now,” I growl, rolling her onto her back and hungrily kiss down every inch of her body, pausing to kiss the tattoo that she got for me. I lick a trail up her thigh, and she lets her legs fall apart for me. Gently, I slide one finger into her tight, wet entrance, and she closes her eyes and gasps. I’m fucking hard as granite when I feel how wet she is. “Is this what you want?” I moan.

“Yes, please,” she pants as her legs tremble under my hands, loving that my touch renders her breathless.

I feel her walls clamp down around my fingers. I have to fight myself not to take her this fucking second. She’s flawless. I can’t get enough of her. I lower my mouth onto her and trace my tongue on her folds, pressing my thumb into her clit, and within seconds, she is screaming my name.

My mouth and hands travel up her body before I kiss her. I never break my gaze from hers as I slide into her wet, intoxicating entry. We take our time. With each slow push, I feel her body surrendering to me. Her hips instinctively rock back and forth against me as her walls compress on my aching cock. Minutes later, we gasp at the same moment as the sensation travels through every cell of our bodies. We lie in each other arms, without saying a word. I hope to have her one more damn time before this year is over, and I don’t think she will put up a fight or deny me that.

It’s New Year’s Eve, and we plan to go to the House of Blues to celebrate. Piper and Crimzen are the headlining act tonight. We haven’t hung out in a long time, and it will be good to catch up and hear them perform.

“Are you almost ready, doll?” I ask, pacing outside the locked bedroom door.

“Yes, one more minute.” She giggles from behind the door. I wait patiently, sort of. I stop and rock back on my heels and stare at my shoes. The anticipation is killing me. A couple of minutes later, she emerges from the bedroom, wearing the red silk dress from Bloomingdale’s that Juju helped me order online, accented by the ruby diamond tennis bracelet and her beautiful long wavy hair flowing down her bare shoulders. There aren’t enough words to describe how stunning she looks, and I allow my eyes to greedily take in her delicious body. She steps toward me, and I immediately take her into my arms and consume those plump lips.