Page 114 of Dangerous Attraction

"How are you feeling?" he asks as he brushes a strand of hair away, while pinning me under his intense gaze.

Smoothing my hand over the corded muscles of his back, I press my lips against his.

"I'm feeling great," I tell him, laughing when he smirks. "A little sore in some places, but I'm not complaining."

Rolling me onto my back, he moves, hovering above me as his eyes coast over me.

"You look good enough to eat," he grumbles as he swoops down and captures my lips.

His tongue swirls with mine as he presses into me. His dick nestles between my thighs, sliding against the wetness already seeping out.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lift my hips, grinding against his hard length and moaning into his open mouth.

He nips at my lips as he tangles his fingers through my hair. My body vibrates, already consumed by pleasure.

Still sensitive from last night, I can already feel the tension building inside my stomach. My thighs tighten around him, anticipating what's quickly approaching.

He thrusts again, his dick relentlessly bumping against my clit, and it drives me crazy.

It doesn't take long for me to shatter beneath him. Gasping for air and digging my nails into his back, he continues moving, intensifying the ecstasy pulsating through my body while dragging out my orgasm.

A few seconds later, he loses his rhythm, hips bucking wildly as his teeth sink into the side of my neck and he follows me over the edge.

Releasing his hold on my skin, he places gentle kisses along the length of my neck, rubbing his hands down the side of my body as I lie beneath him, catching my breath.

"That was unexpected," he whispers against my breast, flicking his tongue against my pebbled nipple. I squeal in response.

"The best things are always unexpected," I tell him as I grasp his jaw between my hands and drag his face to mine, kissing him senseless.

My phone buzzing against the nightstand interrupts us, and I reach for it blindly, almost knocking it to the floor.

Glancing at the screen, we both huff when we see it's almost 11 a.m.

"We better get up," Reeve says, pressing multiple kisses over my bare chest before dragging himself out of bed.

Sighing, I unlock my phone, ignore the text from Wanda and swipe onto mine and Emery's text thread, telling her to let me know when Liam's coming over.

Reeve saunters into the bathroom, and moments later, I hear the spray of water against the tiled floor.

I quickly drop my phone onto the bed and follow after him in the hopes that we can squeeze in another round of fun before we have to get ready for the day.

"You want a ride to your friend's house?" Reeve asks, sliding his arms into the leather cut.

I shrug, running the brush through my hair while looking at him in the mirror.

"If you have time to take me there. If not, I can walk to the trailer park, then call a car."

He screws his face up and scoffs.

"There's no way in hell I'll be letting you do that."

Sighing, I twist my hair up and wrap the band around it, securing it at the top of my head before I spin around to face him.

"What exactly did my dad want when he came here?"

Reeve slides his hands into the back pocket of his jeans and releases a deep breath.

"He wanted money. Tried blackmailing me for it."