Page 44 of Kiss Me Forever

“Damn straight. You’re stronger than they are.”

By the time we made it to the other end of the event center, he pulled my purse from my hand and dug through it for the hotel key.

“I never understood why they gave you a hotel room for helping organize. I guess it’s in case you drank too much?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.” My mind whirled, but then I found myself being practically dragged down the hall, up the elevator, and into the small suite they’d provided.

It was as if I blinked, and I was suddenly standing in the suite, Reece in front of me, his chest heaving.

“We can go. If you want. We can go. But I’m not going to let them have the satisfaction of seeing you break down.”

“They hate me so much.”

“Fuck them. They don’t matter.”

“What if they somehow make sure the Longs hurt you? I don’t want this to hurt Bella.”

He cursed under his breath, took a step back, and undid his tie. “Fuck them. I’m not letting go of my daughter. Do you get that? No matter what, she’s mine. Cassie took her away and hid her for years, and if this is the crowd that they want Bella to grow up in, fuck them. She’s my family, she’s a Fox. Fuck, she’s more of a Montgomery than she is a Long. Fuck them. They’re not touching my kid.”

My lip wobbled, and I hated myself just then. I had to be stronger than this. “Why do they hate me? I didn’t do it. I didn’t take Duke away. He’s the one who did it. He took his own life, and I don’t know why he was hurting so much and why we couldn’t see it, but we didn’t, and I can’t take it back. But I didn’t do it. And they can’t realize that.”

“They don’t see you for you, Brooklyn. They never have.” He cupped my face, and I looked up at him then, my heart racing.

“We should go home.”

“We should,” he said. “After.” And then his mouth was on mine and I couldn’t breathe.

He pressed my back to the door, my chin lifting as he slid his mouth down my neck, over my collarbone. He tugged on the top of my dress, so he could nibble at my shoulder. My hands raced up his back.

“Reece.”

“I know. I know.” Then he took my mouth again, and there were no words. His hands were on my sides, pulling up my dress slightly, and I spread my legs, letting his knee slide between my thighs. He ground himself against me, my clit pulsating with each movement, and I moaned into his mouth.

“That’s my girl. You’re here. You’re mine.”

Oh, how I wanted that to be true. But in that moment I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think about anything else but his hands.

When he slid a hand up my thigh and over me, I let out a gasp.

“So wet. And look at all this lace.” He shoved up my dress and went to his knees.

My mouth opened to say something, but then I couldn’t do a damn thing. He breathed cool air over my panties, and my knees went weak. When he slid my panties to the side, and began to lick and suck, I lost all sense of thought. All sense of decorum.

Instead, he explored me, sucking on my clit and spreading my folds. When he speared me with two fingers, rubbing over a small bundle of nerves on the first try, I came, quick on the trigger.

“You taste fucking sweet, Brooklyn. Look at you when you come, all pink and blushing for me. Look at what you’re doing. Do you see my face? You’re so fucking wet that you’re gushing. And that’s for me, Brooklyn. No one else. It’s just you and me right here.”

I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn’t. Not with Reece there, holding me close. And when he stood up and took my mouth again, I tasted myself on him. He lifted me up by the waist and carried me to the bed. Without words, he stripped me out of my dress, tossing my heels to the side. He shoved off my panties, and I reached around to undo my bra. He threw that to the side as well, and then his face was between my breasts, his beard rough against my flesh, and I swallowed hard. He sucked and he nibbled, biting my nipples. As he met my gaze, his smile was wicked.

There was just something about him, nearly fully dressed with me naked, that left me vulnerable. And yet I knew I was safe in his hands, in his inked, and oh-so-sure touch.

He stood back, stripped out of his jacket, and then his shirt, and I moaned.

“That’s a good girl, that’s my Brooklyn.”

My eyes widened, tears threatening at his words, but then his head was between my legs again, and I couldn’t think of anything else. I ran my hand through his hair, loving the way that his dark and reddish hair between my pale thighs looked. He sucked and licked, and before I could tell him to stop, to tell him that I wanted him inside me, I came again.

I never came more than once during sex, and here was Reece Fox making me come twice in a row.