Seducing Cinderella (10 page)

Reid didn’t give her the chance to debate the outcome with him. He dipped down and licked a path from the bottom all the way up, adding a bit of pressure when he got to her clit. She cried out and her hips tried to jackknife, but he held her in place so she couldn’t screw with his aim. She tasted like the sweetest of nectars. He could happily spend the rest of the night between her legs.

Over, around, and straight up the middle, he kept his tongue in constant motion, breaking it up with kisses and nibbles. He paid attention to every moan, every whimper, learning what she liked and what drove her positively fricking insane.

Sweat covered her body, her breasts heaved with her short breaths, her head thrown back and eyes squeezed tight. She was a sight like no other, writhing in the throes of passion. But there was something that would make it even better. For both of them.

“Lucie, baby.” He waited for the rasp of his voice to penetrate her lust-clouded mind. A moment later her lashes fluttered and her silver irises stared back at him. “Raise yourself up on your elbows. I want you to watch what I’m doing to this sweet pussy of yours.”

Slowly she did as he asked until she was propped up. With her legs bent and spread wide and her ass on a large pillow she had the perfect view. She’d been close to the edge before he’d stopped. Now it was time to bring her right to it and keep her there until she begged him to bring her over the other side. A devilish smile lifted a corner of his mouth as he once again sank between her legs.

This time he made sure to keep his head angled to the side so he didn’t block her view. With the tip of his tongue he teased her outer lips for several strokes before finally burrowing in to find the swollen nub that had her raking in a sharp breath at first contact.

Adding to the sensation he slid a thick finger deep into her pussy and pumped it in and out as his tongue alternately circled around and flicked over her clit. Her eyes looked like liquid silver on fire. Her breathing became labored through parted lips.

“Oh, God…
Reid
.” She started shaking her head. “I can’t— You have to—”

Almost there. So close. He added another finger and pursed his lips over clit, applying pulses of suction.

“Ah!” Her hips moved, grinding her pussy against his face, and he knew she was at the point where she couldn’t control them even if she wanted to. She was firmly balanced at the edge of climax, just where he wanted her.

“Come for me, Lucie,” he ordered. “Let me drink your honey.”

He increased the pace of his thrusts with his fingers, reveling in the juices that coated them. Locking his lips over the bundle of nerves again he worked it with his tongue. Seconds later, at just the right moment, he lightly clamped his teeth on it, finally pulling her over into the abyss where her body shattered and she screamed his name to the heavens.

The walls of her sheath squeezed his fingers as she came down from her climax, simultaneously lowering herself to lay spent on the pillows. Too bad he wasn’t nearly done with her. His cock was hard as a sledgehammer and he had every intention of finding his release in her body. With a quick reach over to the side he retrieved the condom he’d set out and had himself covered before she even knew he’d moved.

“Lucie?”

She kept her eyes closed and had a sated look on her face. He smiled when he thought about how short-lived her satiation would be once he worked her up again.

“Hmm?”

“I was just wondering if that did anything for you.”

Her eyes flew open. “Not really, no. What else have you got, hotshot?”

He narrowed his eyes at her as he hooked an arm under one of her knees and lifted to open her wide to him. “You realize you’re on very dangerous ground, don’t you? Not only did you insult my sexual prowess, you also challenged a highly competitive athlete.”

She gave him a heart-stopping smile and said, “Then I guess you’d better prove yourself.”

“Oh, I’ll prove myself all right. Consider yourself warned, sweetheart. You asked for it.”

Continuing to hold her one leg up and to the side, Reid lined up his throbbing cock with her tight, dripping pussy and sat himself balls deep in one hard thrust of his hips. A mix between a grunt and a moan rent the air from her.

“Holy shit, you’re so big.”

He wasn’t a conceited ass when it came to his dick, but it wasn’t the first time he’d heard a woman say that. However, coming from Lucie he suddenly felt like He-Man, minus the fur underwear. He also felt as big as she claimed. He’d never been inside a woman so tight, so perfect a fit for him. Unable to hold still any longer he withdrew almost completely, pushed all the way back in, and then set a slow and steady rhythm to bring them to their peaks gradually.

She expertly rolled her hips up to meet each of his thrusts, adding to the waves of sensation emanating from his cock to swirl around in his balls and settle at the base of his spine.

“Goddamn you feel good, woman.” Looking down at where their bodies joined Reid got an eyeful of the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Her slick lips sucked at his cock each time he pulled away and coated them with her sweet cream every time he rocked forward.

He hadn’t been aware she was watching the same thing until he her heard her say, “That’s so hot.”

“Hell yeah, it is.” Even more so now that he knew she liked the look of him driving into her. Needing to take as much of her as he could, he released her leg in favor of bracing himself over her on his forearms. He picked up speed as he captured her mouth with his, fucking her mouth with his tongue in tandem with his lower half.

Their sweat soaked bodies slid over one another, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh in several places and heavy breathing peppered with moans filled the air. Lucie wrenched her mouth from his, lifting her chin and inciting him to move to her neck to continue his goal of devouring her whole.

“I’m so close. I can’t believe I’m going to—
uhn
—again.”

He smiled against her throat when her grunt took the place of the word “come” when he’d added a twist of his hips to a thrust. Taking his cue from that he did it again. And again. And again. Until she was calling out his name over and over between pleas to stop and never-ever stop.

Sneaking one hand between their bodies he easily found her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb and dragged it over the top of it with one last hard thrust. He wasn’t typically vocal during sex, but he couldn’t have held back his groan if his life had been threatened when they came together, her pussy convulsing around him as he spent himself in powerful spurts.

As they came back to each other over the next several minutes of harsh breathing and muscles collapsing, Reid recognized that sex with Lucie blew all of his other experiences out of the water. It didn’t matter that he’d had wilder sex, longer sex, or kinkier sex than what they’d just had. There was a huge difference. Miles and miles of difference. He just couldn’t pinpoint the why of it, and he was too exhausted to try.

Carefully, Reid pulled out of her and wrapped the condom in the paper towel he’d placed off to the side to dispose of it in the morning. Then he settled himself on the bed of pillows, pulled a blanket over them, and wrapped her in his arms. Her head fell naturally into the dip between his chest and shoulder and her arm banded around his stomach. Within seconds he heard the soft sound of snoring and felt her body lose all tension as she drifted off to sleep. And with a grin on his face from a happiness he didn’t fully understand, he wasn’t far behind.

Chapter Twelve

Lucie sat on her couch, curled up with her book, and once again stared at the pages without seeing a single word. But this time, instead of her stomach in knots from anxiety, she caught herself smiling like a total idiot from what she could only describe as giddiness. Her night with Reid had been so impassioned, so all-consuming, that she’d been on the longest sexual high of her life all day.

When she’d woken up that morning he’d already started his stretching exercises. She’d been terrified things would be awkward between them, that in the garish light of day he’d have realized his mistake and wished he could take it all back. Her plan had been to avoid him until she had time to think, to batten down the hatches on her stupid girly emotions that made her unable to regret even the one night with him.

Wrapping the soft throw blanket around her and tucking it under her arms, Lucie held her breath and did her best Invisible Man impression as she passed the workout room.

“About time you woke up, sleepyhead.” Lucie froze in midtiptoe as his strong arms banded around her from behind. She knew he was shirtless by the way his chest warmed her upper back not covered by the blanket. “Why did it look like you were trying to sneak by me?” he asked before nudging her hair aside with his chin so he could place moist kisses along her neck.

“I…um…”
What did he ask? Crap.

Suddenly his body tensed. “Do you regret last night, Luce?”

Before she spoke Lucie prayed her damn nerves stayed out of her voice. “Do you?”

He turned her around and tipped her chin up. His eyes looked more on the light brown side in the morning light. “I’m not going to lie. The sex was amazing, and I
never
regret amazing sex with an amazing woman.” He gave a small sigh as he studied her face and tucked her hair behind her ear. “But I don’t want to compromise our friendship either.”

“No, of course.” She cleared her throat and tried to keep her eyes from shifting away as they rejected the coming lies. “I mean, it’s definitely best we keep it to a one-time thing.”

“Right.” His eyes fell to her lips. He licked his own with the flick of his tongue. “We don’t want to make things weird between us. After all, you’re on your way to dating your doctor and soon I’ll be back in Vegas.”

The shine on his lips transfixed her gaze and the rhythm of her pulse kept time with the seconds that passed before she remembered it was her turn to refute the idea of a phenomenal no-strings attached sexcapade with one of the hottest men in sports, not to mention her childhood crush. But she couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

“Luce,” he rasped, his hands settling on her hips, his eyes never leaving her mouth. “We shouldn’t…right?”

She tried to respond, her mouth opening several times to say something, anything. Finally she gave up and settled for grabbing the back of his head in one hand and kissing him senseless.

Reid responded in kind, yanking her into his body and taking control of the kiss with a simple angle adjustment and thrust of his tongue. It was a well-coordinated attack she had no defense for, even if she wanted one.

He pushed her back against the wall, grinding his body into hers, which skewed the blanket into a bunched up mess between them. Reid, being the gentleman he was, helped her with her creative wardrobe mishap by shoving it to the floor. Problem solved.

Breaking the kiss he moved his mouth over her jawline, following it back to that sensitive spot behind her ear. One hand cupped a breast, the other squeezed her ass like he was holding on for dear life. His thick erection rubbed against her clit through the mesh of his shorts creating delicious friction and making her lose her mind.

“Oh, God, Reid,” she panted. “What are we doing? This is crazy.”

“No,” he argued, biting her earlobe and making her gasp from the strange pleasure/pain she was only beginning to learn about. “
This
is foreplay.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth for a brief, hot moment, and then said, “The fact that I can’t keep my goddamn hands off you is crazy.”

“That too.” Just as they were about to lose their minds in each other, her cell phone started playing “Jackson” by Johnny Cash. “Shit! It’s my brother.”

Reid pulled back and gave her a you’ve-gotta-be-kidding-me look, but Lucie snatched the blanket off the floor and tucked it around her as she raced for her phone. Her brother was worse than a mother hen and if she didn’t answer, he’d be calling her grandmotherly neighbor to come and check on her.

Flipping the phone open she said, “Hey, Jackson. What’s up?”

“Since when does something have to be ‘up’ for me to call my little sister? And why do you sound like you just raced to the phone?”

“Uh, because I did. I’d forgotten it in my room so I ran to get to it because I know how you are. I didn’t want you to have to call the cavalry for no reason.”

“I’d hardly call Mrs. Egan a cavalry,” he answered wryly. “Besides, the last time I asked her to check on you she brought you fresh brownies. I can see how that’d be a huge burden to bear for your brother’s peace of mind.”

“Fine, I suppose you have a poin—
ah
!” Reid’s large hand had startled the crap out of her when it reached under the blanket to her stomach, and now it was snaking its way toward her breasts.

“You okay?”

She slapped Reid’s hand and pushed it away. When he chuckled in amusement she glared at him in warning, but it didn’t seem to faze him in the least. “Nothing, Jax, I just, um…”
Think, girl, think.
“…stubbed my toe on the coffee table.”

Jackson’s smile came through the telephone. “Still as klutzy as ever, huh? Good to know some things don’t change.”

Her hair was moved to the side before a hot mouth seared her neck with moist kisses and the occasional scrape of teeth. A throbbing deep in her core sent shockwaves of tingling through her body with every beat. Her limbs weakened. Her arm didn’t want to hold the phone up to her ear and her legs didn’t want to hold her up at all. And what the hell had she been saying?
Klutzy! That’s it.
“Yeah, well, it would be nice if that…you know…ah, thing…could change, er…whatever.”

“Hey, are you feeling all right?” Jackson asked. “You sound strange.”

Reid licked the shell of her ear and whispered, “Get him off the phone, or I’ll get
you
off with him on it.”

The idea of messing around while listening to her brother was like standing under a bucket of ice water balanced on a ledge with a string that said Pull Here. Nooooo thank you.

“Actually, Jackson, can I call you back later? I really did a number on my toe and I need to go put ice on it and stuff.” She did the requisite pauses and “uh-huhs” as he wrapped up his brotherly advice on how to care for a sprained toe and how to know if it was broken, yadda yadda. Finally, he finished, and she was pulling the phone away from her ear before she even finished with a rushed, “Okayloveyoutoo.”

Just as she finished her incoherent babbling and dropped the phone to the couch, Reid’s hand slid down to her sex. Without pause he plunged two of his fingers deep inside her while his free hand reclaimed one of her breasts. A myriad of sensations crashed over her all at once. His rough palm abraded her taut nipple and his fingers ignited toe-curling pleasure deep within her as they thrust over and over into her body.

Her head pressed into his chest as she arched her back and brought her hands behind her head to sink her nails into his shoulders. He hissed in a breath at her ear. She knew he loved the sting from her nails and teeth and she was no longer shy about giving it to him. He reciprocated with a pinch and pull of her nipple, the sensation like fireworks in her chest.

“Ah, yes!”

“That’s it, baby. God, you feel so hot. Come for me. I want to feel your body sucking my fingers deep inside you.”

His words were the accelerant on the flames of passion burning within her, causing an instant wildfire. With one final thrust of his hand and the feeling of his teeth sinking into the taut cord in her neck, Lucie flew apart, shattering completely until she was sure she no longer stood on the normal plane of existence with the rest of the world.

When she finally managed to turn around, she eagerly stroked him over his shorts, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. “Hold on.”

“What’s wrong?”

“As much as I would
love
to finish this, if I take you to bed—or to couch, floor, kitchen table, or anything else—I’ll keep us there all day and we’ll get nothing accomplished.”

Lucie felt herself nod even though her body was giving the order to pounce. “You’re right, we have…uh, things, like…”

The corner of his mouth hitched up. “Exercises, training, boring stuff like that.”

“Right, yes, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Why don’t you go do whatever you do in the mornings and you can meet me in the workout room when you’re done.”

She wasn’t entirely sure she was retaining everything he said. She still felt like she was coming down from an incredible high, but she figured it was probably safe to agree with whatever he suggested. “Excellent idea. I’ll just go do…that.”

He chuckled low in his chest—his wonderfully bare, ridged with muscles chest—and turned her toward her bedroom. Then with a light slap on her ass, he ordered her to get a move on.

Somehow they managed to keep from groping each other while they finished his PT exercises and their regular workouts. Then they spent the rest of the day figuring out how to alter Reid’s normal strenuous training exercises to accommodate his healing injury so he could stay in fighting shape.

After taking her shower, she sat on the couch waiting for him to finish his so they could relax together and watch a movie after a long day. She’d intended on reading, but the only thing in her mind at the moment was a splendidly naked Reid Andrews with water sluicing over his body. As her body heat shot through the roof, she turned her book sideways and turned it into a fan.
At least I’m using it for something.

When she heard the bathroom door open she quickly put the book back in front of her face and pretended to look for all the world that she hadn’t just been on the path to imagining doing wicked things to him under the hot spray of water. Nope, nothing lewd going on in her brain. She was simply doing some light reading. Totally. Innocent.

“Whoa. That book must have some pretty hot scenes in it.”

Her eyes flew up to his as he took his seat next to her on the couch. “What makes you say that?”

“Because your cheeks are flushed and you have a crease in your lower lip from biting it.” He cupped her chin in his hand and used the pad of his thumb to drag it across her swollen lip. “Which I now know is something you do when you’re incredibly turned on. Are you turned on, Lucie?”

So much for totally innocent.

…

“I’ve been wanting to see
Warrior
.”

Reid dropped his hand and smiled at her abrupt change in topic. He couldn’t help it. One night of curl-your-toes sex and an orgasm in her living room later and she was still shy with him.

She put her book on the end table and fidgeted with a couch pillow. “It’s about two brothers who enter the same MMA competition and have to fight each other.”

“I know. I’ve seen it.”

“Oh,” she said, frowning.

“But I’d like to see it again. I watched it with several of the guys from the gym and they were pretty obnoxious, so I missed a lot of it.” That wasn’t actually true, but a small lie to smooth the crease in her brow was worth it. Her smile was a bonus.

“Great. Okay, you cue it up and I’ll make the popcorn.”

She practically bounced off the couch with excitement. One second she was crossing in front of him on her way to the kitchen, and the next he heard a
thump
and
oof
as she crumpled to the ground at his feet.

“Whoa there, Lubert.” He picked her up and sat her next to him with her legs over his lap. “You didn’t notice that coffee table, or what?”

She glared at him as she sucked in air through a clenched jaw and fisted her hands in front of her. “Oh, man, why does stubbing your toes hurt so bad? Owie, owie, owie.”

“Here, let me hold it for you.” He carefully placed the toes of her right foot between his palms and pressed to keep a light pressure on them. When he realized they’d been sitting like that for quite some time, he raised his head to find her studying his hands, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Hey,” he said softly, cupping her cheek. “Does it hurt that badly? Maybe you broke something.”

Lucie gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head. “That’s what my mom always said when we banged ourselves up. ‘Hold it.’ I always thought it was a silly thing to say, but it always helped.”

“Are you kidding? It was a brilliant thing to say. You know how many times I’ve ‘held it’ after getting knocked around in grappling exercises? Hundreds, if not thousands. And it always helps.” With a half grin he added, “Either that or an ice bath. It’s a toss-up, really. Comes down to how much time I have.”