Текст книги "Throttled"
Автор книги: Elizabeth Lee
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I felt like my heart was going to beat clean out of my chest, but I tried to pretend like I was calm and collected as we walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Her small hand was in mine, leading the way. There wasn’t a thing in the world that I wanted more than to take her to bed. I’d been thinking about her since the moment I’d last saw her and the fact that she showed up in the middle of the night, well, that was just like having a genie grant my unspoken wish. The black leggings she was wearing clung to the curves of her hips and ass, leaving little the imagination. The view in front of me was nice, but I had a feeling peeling her clothes off was going to be much more satisfying. She kicked off her shoes when we walked through the door and reached for the zipper of the sweatshirt—my sweatshirt—she was wearing.
“Let me.” I placed my hand over hers and slowly pulled the zipper down. “It is my shirt after all.”
“I think I’m going to keep it,” she said with a grin. “Looks better on me.”
“It does look better on you, but it will look even better on the floor,” I said, pushing the jacket from her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap behind her. “Speaking of things you stole from me,” I chuckled, when I saw the motocross T-shirt she had on underneath of the jacket. It was one of the very first TEAM TRAVERS shirts that I’d had made when I was on the amateur circuit.
“This one is mine,” she corrected. Turning to show me the back of the shirt, her hand brushing her long hair to one side. My racing number, 237, in the middle of a big pink heart. Yeah, that was definitely her shirt. A rush of warmth spread through my chest seeing my number on her body again. A sight I wasn’t sure I’d ever see again.
“I’m surprised you kept it,” I confessed, replacing her hand with mine and moving her hair a little farther to the side. That fact that she had kept it all these years made me wonder if that meant I still had her heart. The coy smile she was giving me over her shoulder reminded me she definitely still had mine. I lowered my mouth, my lips touching the space where her neck and shoulder met. She trembled against me as I pressed my body up against hers.
“You know, I just couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it.” She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over head. I stepped back to give her room. She turned to face me, the thin white material of her bra softly cupping her perfect, perky breasts. It reminded me of the night we’d spent together in this very room after prom. The night we’d first had sex and the nervous way she crossed her arms over her flat stomach as if she had a reason to hide her body. There was not a thing for her to be self-conscious about. She was perfect then. She was perfect now.
“You look incredible,” I told her, moving to place my hands on her hips. “You always did, but even more now.” I paused. “I’m so sorry,” I apologized. “I’m sorry I wasted so much time.”
“The past is the past,” she said softly. “I don’t want to waste another minute dwelling. I want to be in the present with you now.”
She was always beautiful, but the way she’d matured since I’d last seen her was enough to make it feel like our first time all over again. I pushed aside any thoughts I was having about not being able to please her the second she let her arms drop and allowed me to really see her. She was mine. I knew exactly what she liked. What she loved. Seven years might have changed some things, but I was confident that I could still make her body hum with excitement. Instinctively, we knew what each other liked, even time apart couldn’t change that. Being able to touch her again, to kiss her, to hold her, it was the best second chance I’d ever gotten. I would make sure that I never took a single moment with her for granted.
She reached for my shirt and I raised my arms as she slid it up and raised up on the tips of her toes to get it over my head. Her chest pressed against mine, and it took every ounce of control I had not to devour her. Her fingers traced down my chest as her eyes followed the ink that stained my skin. When she placed a soft kiss at the center of my chest, a moan rumbled from deep in my throat urging her exploration of my body. The control that she had was much more than I had myself, so I let her lead. It was a big step for her to come back here tonight.
I wanted to reciprocate, but I was anchored in place as her hands moved to my hips. Her thumbs tucking under the waistband of my pants as she continued to pepper kisses across my chest. Wearing sweats that night was one of the best decisions I made that day as I could easily remove them, but this was her show. I let her continue her slow assault on my senses, enjoying every second. Her mouth seemed innocent—her kisses soft and unrushed. But when her tongue slipped between her pouty pink lips and flicked against my nipple, I knew that her intentions were anything but.
When I just couldn’t take it anymore, my hand tangled in the hair at the back of her neck and pulled her face back up to mine. I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her deeply. My tongue swept between her lips and moved against hers as I walked her backwards towards my bed. Deftly, I unhooked her bra before I tugged it from her body and let it drop to the floor.
There were so many things I wanted to say to her, but showing her how I felt about her seemed to be a more pressing issue. My cock was throbbing and begging to be released as I she sat on the edge of the bed and started to scoot back. Her eyes locked on mine, tempting me to follow her. Before she scooted out of my reach, I grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled them down her long tanned legs, leaving just the scrap of fabric she considered underwear.
“You forgot something,” she said with a mischievous grin, snapping the side of her panties with her fingertips.
“I didn’t forget.” I said lowering my body to the bed to hover above her. My head resting just above her stomach. “I need a reminder to take this slow.” I bit my lip, drinking in the image of her, and looked up to see her anxiously anticipating my next move. “Once those are gone, all bets are off,” I warned.
I began kissing my way up her legs—back and forth between the left and right—until I spotted a small pucker of skin on the inside of her left calf. I pressed my lips to the scar, remembering exactly how she got it. It had been my fault. The first time I’d ever given her a ride on my bike she’d been wearing shorts.
“You remember?” she asked softly.
“Of course,” I said, dropping my lips to her skin again. “I should have told you to put on some pants.” I remember how terrible I felt that day. I was only fifteen and thought surely she’d never speak to me again. I was showing off, taking her a little too fast around the curves. I was lucky that burn from the motor was all that happened. My stupid teenage hormones and pride had gotten the best of me. She’d tried to play it off and act cool—fighting back the tears and a scream when we stopped to assess the damage. “Sorry, baby.”
“Don’t be. I’d do it all over again,” she said. “Reminds me of you every time I look at it.”
“I felt like a complete jackass that day,” I said with a chuckle as I moved up her body.
“I think I fell in love with you that day.” She smiled down at me. “You were so worried about me.” I had been worried. I’d hauled her back to my dad’s truck and pulled out a first aid kit like my life depended on it.
“I never want to see you hurt,” I confessed. That day was the day I realized how important she was to me. “I loved you long before that. First day I saw you.” Maybe even before that. As soon as I started noticing girls, I’d been dreaming up Nora Bennett. She might not have known it, but I was elated when my brother invited her over per my request. Hoyt always was the best wingman. I was an idiot to think that I could ever live without her.
I trailed my tongue up her body before taking the peak of her breast into my mouth. My tongue swirled around her nipple. Her back arched and her hands grabbed onto my arms as she begged for more.
“Yes, Reid!” Her fingers dug into my biceps as my mouth continued to work over the most perfect pair of tits I’d ever seen or had the pleasure of touching. Hearing my name roll off of her lips had me feeling like I could do anything. A lot like when she cheered for me at a race. Her voice alone was enough to make me think I was invincible. Each and every move I made sent her writhing beneath me. She was so eager. So responsive. Exactly how I remembered. I knew each and every inch of her skin and what she needed from me.
“That feels so good,” she panted. “Don’t stop.” She moaned out my name as I pressed the ridge of my hard cock against her center. I knew she was close to coming undone as I lowered myself back down her body and pressed my mouth against her. The wet heat of her pussy radiating through the thin material of her panties. “Take them off,” she begged, as I pressed my tongue through the fabric against her most sensitive spot. “Please.”
The grin that spread across my face as I pulled her panties down and saw her completely naked for the first time in years was matched only by what I felt when I licked down her center and tasted her. Better, sweeter, and more addicting than my memory was capable of recalling.
“So fucking sweet, baby,” I said. Her hands tangled in my hair as her legs fell to the sides and she opened up her body for me. Resting on my arms, I continued moving my tongue to alternate between lashing against her clit and delving as deep inside of her as I could. I slipped two fingers inside, her walls clenching tightly as I sucked her clit between my lips. Her body quaked as she came and the sweet sound of her ecstasy echoed in the room.
When she finished, I looked up to see my wild-eyed girl grinning down at me. Her hair a tangled mess. Her lips parted slightly as she caught her breath. I stood up and pushed my pants to the ground. Her eyes widening even more as she watched my hand stroke my length as I walked over to my suitcase to retrieve a condom. Between work and riding and chasing a girl that I thought I’d never get again, I’d barely unpacked. I was so used to living out of a suitcase that it didn’t seem abnormal.
“You’re sure?” I asked, as I tore the wrapper open.
“Absolutely,” she answered, rising up on to her knees. I sheathed myself before joining her on the bed. My lips finding hers as I matched her position. She trailed her tongue along my bottom lip and knowing that she could taste herself on my mouth had my cock damn near bursting. She nudged me backwards until my back hit the bed. She straddled my lap, her arms latching around my neck, as I gripped her hips and lowered her on to me. The position allowing her control as her body familiarized itself with mine again. With my hands on her ass, I guided her up and down slowly, her tightness relaxing slightly around my already throbbing cock. “That feels so good,” she said against my lips. Our easy movements turned when she bit down on my lip.
“You have no idea.” I said, switching positions and lowering her back to the mattress, sinking even deeper between her thighs. I swirled my hips. Her legs wrapped around my body as I pulled back and thrust into her. Again and again. Until her eyes closed from the pleasure of it all. When I felt her contract around me, I knew I couldn’t hold off any longer. Together, we finished and I kissed her lips before falling onto the bed beside her.
Any thoughts I had about being able to live without her were gone. She was the first girl I’d ever had sex with and now I was damn sure she’d be the last.
“Didn’t you mention something about… what was it? Talking?” Reid asked as we lay side by side, each composing ourselves from the not one, but two times that we’d made love. I was starting to feel like I would never get my fill of him. How had I lived so long without him? He rolled onto his side and pressed a kiss to my cheek before placing his arm across my body and tugged the sheet up around us. My body was still humming. My muscles quivering as I turned to face him. The emptiness I felt between my legs after being filled by him made me want to summon up a second, scratch that, third wind and do it again.
“I think I’m too exhausted to talk,” I said with a grin. Everything felt too perfect to ruin with talk of what might happen between us. We might make it as a couple. We might not. There was no way of predicting the future and the idea of spoiling the fantastic time we’d just had seemed like a terrible idea. “I kind of just want to lay here. With you.”
“Sounds just about perfect,” he said as I rolled onto my side and pressed my back against him. He fit his body around me and slipped his arm underneath my head.
“Reid,” I said right before I felt myself start to drift off to sleep.
“Yeah, baby?”
“We are going to make this work, right?”
“Of course,” he said, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m not letting you go that easy.”
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t think about the future. I let myself fall asleep in his arms and focused on the present and the feel of the man I’d always loved wrapped around me.
* * *
The next couple of weeks passed in a blur. A hot, lust-fueled blur of kisses and “I missed you” and “don’t stop”. I felt like that teenage girl again. The one that fell with her whole heart and not just a tiny piece of it.
As comfortable as I was with Reid and as great as our history was, the relationship between us now felt new. We were different people now, but the adult versions of us seemed to have just as much in common as the teenage versions. I still liked to force him into watching scary movies and he still blared that Bon Jovi CD when we were in the car together. I think just to see me smile and sing along. We fell back into what felt like it was always supposed to be. With a past and present so perfectly in sync, it made me hopeful for the future.
Despite the fact that I’d rushed into his arms the day I’d broken up with Beau, Reid insisted that we do things right. He wanted to date me. To woo me. He wanted me to see that he had every intention of being the kind of boyfriend I needed him to be.
Between my job and Reid’s building project, we didn’t have much time together during the days, but every night he’d pick me up or I’d go out to the cabin. We’d go to dinner, watch movies, and sometimes we would just talk for hours about everything. We told each other everything that happened while we were apart. I filled him in on my college life and he told me about life on the circuit. I told him more about the miscarriage and how I never told anyone about it. It felt good to finally confess all of the emotions I’d went through. From grief to peace. He sympathized and I knew that it hurt him to know the truth. Neither of us hid anything, good or bad, from each other.
Avoiding the past seven years would have never worked, and in our talks I realized that I’d forgotten that besides being my boyfriend, Reid used to be my best friend. We didn’t stay together every night, despite knowing that each of us wanted to. Some nights he would kiss me and tell me good night before leaving, others he would ask me to stay or vice versa. I was content with either way. I loved the nights we did stay together, but the nights we didn’t, I loved the anticipation that built up because we were apart.
The being apart was something I was going to have to get used to. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he had to go back to Texas and get back to racing. I knew that it was part of the package, and I wanted all of it with him.
“I sold a house today,” I told him that night when he stopped by my house after work.
“That’s great,” he said with a smile.
“I guess. Pays the bills”
“You should be more excited,” he said, nudging his shoulder against mine as we sat on the couch. “Isn’t the goal to sell a house?”
“It is.” I nodded. The truth was, I’d sold quite a few houses since I’d started working at Hillcrest Realty. The first time I’d waited for the excitement to hit me, but it fell short. I was proud of myself, sure, but it wasn’t the thrill I’d hoped for. “It’s just a job.”
“If you don’t like it, don’t do it.”
“What else am I going to do?” I asked. “I need a job. I have to earn money somehow.”
“I seem to recall you being a kick-ass photographer at one time. You could always do that,” he suggested. I let my head fall onto his shoulder and laced my fingers between his. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You can do whatever you want, Shutterbug.”
Could I? Could I really just quit my steady job and do whatever it was that made me happy? Could I earn a living taking photographs? It seemed too good to be true. The anxiety of not knowing exactly what I wanted to do with my life turned my stomach. I lifted my head to look at Reid, leaning in to press my lips to his. He knew about taking chances and I could tell by looking at him that he believed what he was saying to me.
“Not trying to sound like some alpha male here, but I can take care of you if you want to give something else a try,” he said. “I mean, I could help you with bills and stuff until you’ve figured it out.”
“I can’t take your money.” I shook my head. “You earned it. I need to earn my own.” I’d always considered myself a competent woman, capable of taking care of herself.
“What’s the point in me having money if I can’t help the people I love?” He had a sweet smile on his face and shrugged nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just offered something monumental. Why did he have to be so considerate? I shouldn’t have been complaining, but he being all flawless had me noticing all of my own shortcomings. The only thing I wasn’t short on was knowing that he loved me. We hadn’t outright said it to each other yet, but he’d made a few comments that led me to believe it was true. I knew that I felt that way about him.
“You’re too good to be true.”
“I don’t know about that,” he chuckled. “I’ve got some flaws. Have you seen the laundry in my room? I’m kind of a slob. And, I’ve been told I snore.”
“You don’t,” I promised. “I would have let you know if that was true.” We’d spent quite a few nights together over past few weeks. If he did snore, I was oblivious. Every night I spent with him I found myself peacefully drifting off to sleep in his arms.
“Oh, and I hate to lose. But, I’m guessing you figured that one out already,” he said with wink before leaning into touch his nose to mine.
“I did.”
“I love you, Nora Bennett,” he said, confirming my suspicions. “And I’ll support anything you want to do. If you want to sell houses, great. You want to take pictures, even better.” He laughed. “Hell, if you tell me tomorrow that you want to audition for the circus, I’ll go out and buy you a trapeze. I want us to be a team. I want us to be there for each other no matter what.”
“I want that too.” I placed my hand on his cheek and peered into his big brown eyes. “I love you too, you know?” I said before kissing him. I could feel his smile underneath my lips before our kiss deepened. He pulled me onto his lap, my knees settling on each side him as our tongues tangled together.
“Yeah, I know.” I could feel his smile on my lips.
My sister was working, the house was empty, and as I felt him harden beneath me I was grateful for her absence. I’d never been so turned on by another person. We could go from having a serious conversation to lust-fueled in no time flat. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of wanting him or of him wanting me. His hands moved to unbutton my shirt. I was still dressed in my work clothes—a cream colored button down shirt and a pair of black pants. I’d had a wide belt around my waist, but the second I walked through the front door it went on the floor along with the black heels I’d been wearing. There was nothing sexy about the outfit I was wearing, but as he worked his fingers over the buttons, and revealed the nude colored lace bra I was wearing underneath, I watched his eyes drink me in like I was a supermodel. He made me feel sexy, desirable and wanted.
He dropped his head to my chest, kissing the tops of my breasts as I shrugged out of my shirt. I sat up and he pulled the cups down, my nipples hardening into tight peaks from his gaze and the anticipation of what I knew would be coming. He took one nipple between his lips while his hand worked over the other one, pinching and pulling in the most delicious combination of pleasure and pain.
“That feels amazing,” I said as I tangled my hands in his hair, inviting him to apply more pressure. He nipped at me with his teeth and for a moment I thought I might just come apart at the seams.
“You feel amazing,” he said, his cock throbbing into my center. His arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed me again. “Do you know how many times a day I think about being inside of you?” he growled. “Too many to count.” He reached between our bodies and slipped his hand down the front of my pants, his fingertips grazing my sensitive flesh, soliciting a cry for more from my lips. “You’ve been thinking about me too, haven’t you?” He said, slicking his fingers through my already wet heat between my legs. It was true. I thought about sex with him more than I’d ever thought about sex with anyone. “Tell me what you think about doing to me, baby?” His rough whisper in my ear fueled my courage.
Verbalizing what I wanted to do to him seemed too easy. I wanted to show him. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside with a wicked grin. I lowered my head to his chest and began kissing my way down, nipping at his solid wall of muscle as I lowered myself off of his lap. My fingers softly scraping down his skin as I moved between his legs.
“I think I like where this is going,” he said, with a soft laugh. A laugh that immediately ceased the second I cupped my hand around him. Even through his jeans, I could feel just how hard he was. Just how much he wanted me. I unbuttoned his pants and worked them down enough to free his erection. A sight that I had me clenching my thighs together. The sheer size of him alone was enough to have me seeing stars. I licked my lips in anticipation as he watched me run a hand down the full length of him, my fingers unable to wrap around him completely. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said through gritted teeth. The tip of him glistening with just how much he loved having my hands on him. I licked the evidence away before taking him in my mouth. The fullness that I felt as I took him deep in my throat was exhilarating. Knowing I had this big, strong man at my mercy made me feel alive, and knowing that every move I made gave him pleasure was worth even more.
His head fell back against the sofa as I moved up and down, sucking and swirling my tongue around him until I felt him throbbing inside of my mouth. His quiet moans spurred me on. His hand tangled in my hair, and I knew that he was giving me fair warning that he was close to his breaking point. I pulled him in a little further and felt the first burst of his heat in the back of my throat. I used my hand to help him finish and then wiped the corners of my mouth with my fingers as I sat back on my heels to look at him.
He didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath before he swooped me up into his arms and stood. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he carried me to my bedroom and kissed my lips until they felt swollen.
“My turn,” he said as he lowered me onto the bed. The smirk of satisfaction and promise on his lips exciting me for what was about to come.
