Honor

Chapter 57

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

E vie

I stand near the window in my room as Reid slides two condom packages out of the pocket of his swim trunks and tosses them on the bed. “Two?”

“For now,” he affirms with a sharp nod of his chin. “The first time I fuck you won’t be the last, Evangeline, and I’m man enough to admit that I likely won’t last long.”

“It’s going to be quick?” I toy with one of the strings on the side of my bikini bottoms. “Thanks for the warning.”

His hands drop to the waistband of his trunks as he huffs out a deep laugh. “I’ve been aching to fuck you for a long time. You can’t blame a man for losing it as soon as his dream comes true.”

“No pun intended, right?” I tease him.

“You are a dream come true,” he says with a serious expression. “I’ve never known a woman like you.”

I can’t say that I imagined the exchange we’d have before we fucked would go this way. I thought he’d dirty talk his way into my pants and I’d give it up easily because the man is as hot as sin.

His gaze jumps to the vase of pink roses by my bed. “You like pink roses.”

He’s right. I do, but I’m surprised he knew that. I assumed when he came back with them earlier that they were a random choice meant to put a smile on my face.

“The day I carried your groceries to your apartment, I saw a few pink roses in a tall glass on the table.”

I stare at him, stunned that he noticed something like that. “I did.”

“You always look so happy when Norbeta hands you a chocolate chip cookie, so I bought you a dozen today,” he confesses in a low tone.

“Her cookies aren’t good,” I tell him something he probably already knows. “Baden made me throw out the last bunch.”

He tugs on the waistband of his trunks as if he’s about to lower them, but then his hands stop. “What else do you like?”

I want to say “ you ”, but that feels like too much, too soon, and yet it doesn’t feel like enough. I like him a lot, but that’s something I don’t need to share.

“Bandello’s red wine doesn’t make the list,” he answers for me. “Does a bartender with tattoos?”

I smile at the reminder of Zeke, the bartender at Tin Anchor. That was weeks ago. Obviously, Reid hasn’t forgotten that I hung out with Zeke while he shared a drink with Cleo and Baden.

“I don’t know him,” I say, shaking my head. “I only saw him that one night.”

“Are you sleeping with anyone?” he asks.

“That’s an interesting question to ask after you’ve…” My voice trails.

“After I spent most of last night feasting on your pussy.” He approaches me with wide steps, so the distance between us closes quickly. “Is that what you were going to say?”

“Yes,” I whisper, unable to retreat, not only because of the window behind me but because I want to be as close to him as possible.

“Seeing you like this.” His hand reaches out to toy with the same string on my bikini bottoms that I was just tugging on. “When I see you like this, I don’t want to share. I don’t want you to fuck anyone else.”

“Not even Pete?” I tease.

His face is stern, unwavering in its seriousness. “No one, Evangeline.”

“This weekend, or for longer?”

“Much longer.” He tugs harder on the string. “I want this to continue when we go home.”

I didn’t view that as a possibility, but sex with a man this hot has all kinds of pros, including endless orgasms. My career tops the list of cons, and that’s impossible to ignore.

“One day at a time,” I say to slow this down until I can think more clearly. “Or one fuck at a time.”

I know the impact that word will have on him before he even hears it. He tugs harder on the string on the side of my bikini bottoms until the knot unfurls, and before I can register what’s happening, I’m in his arms, pressed hard against him.

“One fuck at a time, Evangeline,” he whispers in my ear before he trails kisses over my neck. “Starting now.”

My bikini is on the floor, and I’m on my back on the bed before I catch my breath. Reid is still wearing his trunks as he hovers above me, his body weight supported by one hand that rests next to my head.

His other hand is charting a painfully slow course down my neck. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this.”

His words fuel me in a way I didn’t know I needed. I’ve never sought validation from a man about my appearance, but knowing that he thinks I’m beautiful strips away the vulnerability I usually feel during sex.

He takes my mouth in a deep kiss before he pulls back to lock eyes with me. No words are spoken, but something profound passes between us. It’s an understanding that this is what we both need. It’s something we’ve both been craving.

He drops his head to take one of my hardened nipples between his lips. He lashes at the sensitive bud with his tongue, driving me wild in the process.

“Please,” I whisper.

He stops mid-lick to gaze up at me. “Please what?”

I know what to give him, so he’ll give me exactly what I desire. “Please fuck me, Reid.”

“I will,” he murmurs before his mouth is back on me. It’s the opposite nipple this time. He circles it with his tongue before he blows on it, hardening it to the point of pain.

“Oh,” I purr. “That’s so good.”

“It’s all so good,” he says. “You’re so good.”

I want to be everything to him. I want to be the best lover this man has ever had. I want him to feel things with me that he’s never experienced before.

Every one of my senses is overwhelmed, but I reach up to run my fingers through his hair so I can yank his head back. “Fuck me.”

“Such a greedy little one.” He chuckles. “I told you I won’t last long when I feel your tight pussy around my cock. Give me this, Evie. I’ll make you come now with my hands; with my mouth. Then, I’ll take what I want.”

The promise of that is so much that I can only nod and rest my back on the blanket as he continues his path down my body.