Page 151 of His Reckoning

I look up and see her head leaning back against the tiles, eyes closed.

“Open your eyes. Now,” I demand.

Her head lifts from the wall, and her gaze drops to me.

I go back to work and suck on her clit, then push my fingers against her favorite spot.

I don’t know what just came over me.

When her eyes were closed, it felt wrong, too distant, like she could be anywhere in her head.

I want her looking at me—to know exactly who’s making her feel like this.

It’s primitive as hell … and I don’t like how much I need it.

Kayla runs her fingers through my hair, which makes me groan into her center. She pushes me against her harder and gets on her tiptoes.

Her jaw goes slack as she watches. I can tell she is getting close.

I move my free hand behind her and slip my thumb into her ass.

“Oh fuck, Sawyer,” she screams as I feel her walls ripple in waves against my fingers.

Her fingers clutch on to my hair like she’s terrified I won’t ride out her entire orgasm. I lick and suck until I know she’s done. Until her body relaxes against the wall.

I stand up and grab one of her wrists, then spin her around, placing her hands up on the tiles.

Her perfect ass sticks out, baiting me. I can’t help but give a cheek a good slap. She throws her head back in response.

I squeeze that cheek and jiggle it, then spread her open.

“Fuck, Kayla,” I say as I rub my dick up against her back entrance. “Have you ever been fucked here? You’ve never written about it in your books.”

She glances over her shoulder. “How do you know I’ve never written about it?”

I stick my thumb back in, and her eyes flutter like she can barely keep back a moan of pleasure.

“I’ve read all of your books.”

That gets her attention. “You’ve read all of my books?”

I pull my thumb out and tease her ass with my tip one more time. “Don’t ignore me. Have you ever?”

My body tenses as I wait for her response. I ignore how pathetic it is that I’m holding my breath for the answer.

“No,” she whispers.

“One day”—I push in just a centimeter, then pull away— “I’m going to be the one who does.”

I move down to her pussy, and before I push in, I realize I don’t have a condom.

“Fuck,” I growl.

She looks down. “I’m, um … on the pill. And clean.”

Her suggestion throws me off. Not so much that she said it, but that my first reaction isn’t hell no.

Not even close.