Once he pulled the truck into the driveway and turned it off, they sat there for several minutes. The air was thick, heated, and the more time that passed, the more she felt that pleasurable suffocating sensation fill her.

  The reality of what she wanted to do with him was a very real presence between them.

  “Keira—”

  “Reese?” She said his name, cutting him off. He was going to say they didn’t have to, that they could wait. But that was the last thing she wanted.

  She heard him swallow before he answered. “Yeah, baby?”

  “I want this. I want you.”

  Time froze as those words hung between them, and then she saw something in him snap. He pulled her in and kissed her deep and rough, consuming every part of her.

  And when he broke away only long enough to suck in a lungful of air, she said, “Take me inside, Reese.”

  26

  They were in her house and up to her room only moments later. Keira shut the door behind her and leaned against it as she stared at Reese. She hadn’t bothered turning on her light, so the only illumination they had to work with was from the moon shining through the window and the glow from the patio lights.

  For long seconds, he stood there only a few feet from where she was, his gaze even darker with the shadows around them. “Come here, Keira.” She loved the way he said her name, so low and deep but filled with enough scorching fire she felt it down to her bones.

  That first step was hard, not because she didn’t want to take it, but because adrenaline pumped through her veins, making her feel jittery. Her legs felt weak, her heart thundering.

  When she was only a foot from him, she couldn’t help but breathe in his scent. She felt intoxicated, so high she didn’t know if she’d ever touch ground again.

  “Reese.” His name came out of her before she could stop herself. It was soft and needy, pleasure-laced and desperate.

  “Christ, baby.” And then he had his hand around her waist and hauled her against the hardness of his body.

  Her eyes closed on their own at the contact. His nose was by her throat, and the sound of him inhaling deeply had goose bumps forming along her arms.

  “You smell so good.” His lips were soft and almost hesitant as they skated up her throat and stopped at the corner of her mouth. He placed a soft kiss there. Reese moved downward again, inhaling as he went, as if needing her scent inside his body. Using his hand on the side of her neck to tilt her head to the side more, he ran his tongue along the column of her throat and groaned deeply. “Like vanilla.”

  Moisture pooled from her pussy, soaking her panties.

  “I could spend all night just dragging my tongue all over you, memorizing every inch of your soft flesh… making you mine.” He moved his mouth back to the corner of hers, and whispered, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

  She couldn’t form a single word, not with the fire engulfing her. She did nod though, a mewl slipping from her when his tongue came out and slid along her lower lip.

  “You like being mine.” He didn’t phrase that as a question. It was a bone-deep declaration. And he sounded proud at the fact. He traced her lips with his tongue over and over again until she quivered for him. “You like knowing that if any asshole fucks with you, I’ll break their bones.”

  God.

  His words turned her on even more.

  “I’m so obsessed with you,” he murmured, seemingly to himself. “You’re all I think about, all I want.” His voice was like an aphrodisiac, one that had her pressing her breasts against his chest harder and silently pleading for more.

  He gripped her ass and squeezed the mounds. A moan slipped from her as his fingers dug between the crease of her bottom and curled inward.

  He growled. “You’re mine. Only mine.” When he gripped the edge of her shirt and slowly dragged it up her body, it was torture all in itself.

  When he tossed the shirt to the side, she went for her jeans, popping the button and pulling the zipper down. The sound was so loud in the small confines of her room, intensifying and heightening everything.

  And then Keira stood in nothing but her plain white bra and panties, wishing she had undergarments that were more appealing than what she currently owned.

  But the way he looked her up and down made it clear he liked what he saw just fine.

  “God, you are so fucking gorgeous, Keira.” He lifted a hand and ran it over his jaw, breathing out when he let his arm fall back to his side.

  She liked the way he looked at her and loved the things he said. He made her feel alive in a way that wasn’t her inhaling, wasn’t her heart beating. It went deeper than anything she could ever imagine.

  She wanted to be beneath him, on top of him, and any other way he saw fit.

  “Reese.” His name was this harsh groan from her. She reached out for his shirt, tugged on the edge, and he helped her by tearing it off over his head and tossing it aside.

  This was the first time she had an unobstructed view of his chest, and God what a beautiful chest it was. Even in the darkness, she could make out the individual lines and shapes of his lean strength.

  Hard, defined muscle over smooth, hairless skin.

  “I want to go slow, baby. I really do, but if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to control myself.”

  She didn’t want him to control himself.

  Tearing her focus away from his rippling abs and pecs, Keira looked into his face. Shadows hid him partially, but she could still see his eyes, and what she saw in them had her reaching behind her and unhooking her bra before letting it fall to the ground. While keeping eye contact, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pushed them down her thighs.

  The air was cold, and her nipples hardened further. But it wasn’t the chill in the room that had her body reacting like this. It was the way he watched her, like he was starving and he wanted to devour her.

  He smoothed his hand over his mouth again, his eyes roaming over every exposed inch of her.

  “Keira,” he all but moaned her name. “Even in my fucking fantasies, I never envisioned you looking this good.”

  He quickly undid his belt and popped the button free on his jeans before sliding the zipper down. He took his boxer briefs down with his pants, and then he was standing before her. He was all hard, aroused, naked male flesh.

  Looking her fill sounded like a good idea, especially when her gaze went lower until she was staring at the massive length standing hard and at attention between his thighs.

  “Come here, baby.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her forward before she could obey. He then slipped his other hand through her hair, tilting her head back so her throat was bared.

  His eyes bored into hers with so much intensity it felt like an extra set of hands moving over her entire body.

  “I won’t let anyone else have you. Ever.” His declaration was fierce and strong and left no room for her to deny he meant just that.

  He turned them and took her down to the bed at the same time he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. The sheets felt ice-cold against her back, or maybe her flesh was just overheated. Either way, it was sensory overload, and she moaned.

  Keira spread her thighs wide so Reese could fit between them. An involuntary gasp left her when his cock pressed against her slick folds.

  “Fuck, baby.” He panted against her chest, right above her breasts, and her nipples tingled from the close proximity. “You’re so fucking wet and hot.” He pulled back just slightly so he could look in her face. “I want to taste you, Keira. Will you let me? Will you let me kiss you right here,” he asked and slid a finger along her soaking slit.

  She jerked from the touch. “I’ve never had anyone touch me like this, Reese,” she whispered.

  His nostrils flared and he groaned.

  Her mind was on hiatus, and her body was now running the show.

  “I want to hear you say it.” He was slowly moving his lips down her chest, the warm little puffs of air from his mouth heating her flesh, causing the blood to rush to the surface. Her back arched on its own when he latched his lips around her aching nipple, and she involuntarily reached out to dig her fingers into his dark, short hair, keeping him in place.

  Over and over, he tormented her body, alternating between breasts and sucking at her nipples so hard the pain and pleasure morphed into one.

  “Ask me for my mouth on your sweet pussy.” His words were dirty, filthy, but they fueled her on, and she found herself lifting her hips and crying out.

  “Please, Reese.” He moved down then and poised an inch from her pussy, his warm breath doing sensual things to the most intimate part of her. “I want your mouth there.”

  And then his face was right between her thighs, his tongue sliding through her slit. A sound of pleasure and surprise left her.

  “Christ, you taste incredible.” His words were murmured against her heated, over-sensitive, and wet flesh, sending vibrations to her core. He licked her from the opening of her pussy to her clit then slid his tongue back down again. He repeated this action until she squirmed beneath him, her climax approaching swiftly.

  “Reese!” she cried out. “Oh. God.” In a move so quick all she could do was gasp, Reese had her clit in his mouth and a finger pressed gently into her body.

  He sucked harder and faster than she could comprehend. And then she exploded for him.

  Ecstasy washed through her, stealing her breath, her pulse, her very sanity. He didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, even after she pleaded, begged, told him she was far too sensitive for any more.

  Legs shaking, heart racing, and sweat beading her brow, Keira finally felt him move up her body. He claimed her mouth, and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. She gripped his hair and opened her mouth wider, needing him deeper. His flavor mingled with hers, creating a plethora of sensations that burst along her tongue.

  Lifting her hips and grinding her still sensitive pussy on his cock, nervousness slammed into her when he reached between their bodies and placed the tip of himself at her entrance.

  She stiffened, not from fear but from anticipation.

  “God,” he groaned. “If I died right now, I’d already know what heaven feels like.”

  Her breath hitched, and she kissed him again, over and over until they were both breathless and mindless with their desire.

  27

  “I want to go slow, but fuck, I’m crazy in my need for you, Keira.”

  She slid her hands to his shoulders, gripping the steely muscles. Maybe it was her nerves, or maybe it was her need to feel comfort at that moment, but she asked, “Have you…?” Keira closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her face flamed, and she wished she’d kept her mouth shut.

  “Look at me,” he said low, his voice husky.

  She opened her eyes and stared into his dark ones.

  “Let me take care of you.”

  “I’ve never…. I haven’t had anyone touch….” She couldn’t force the words past her lips.

  “I’m going to take care of you,” he said again, and her breath hitched.

  He rose up and ran his lips along hers in a slow, sensual glide. “I'm never letting you go.”

  She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, feeling every hard, male part of his body come in contact with her.

  “Are you ready?” His words, his voice, were low, gentle.

  She nodded and felt him start to push in just a bit, the thick head of his cock stretching her opening. He was big, thick and long, and as he worked his way inside, claiming her virginity, making her his, she knew she’d never be the same.

  He worked himself in and out, and when he pulled out almost all the way, the tip lodged in her opening, she felt the stretch and burn move through her.

  “Relax for me?” he breathed out, his face strained with the struggle to go slow for her.

  He pushed every single inch back into her, groaning like he couldn’t help himself. Her inner muscles clenched around him, causing deep, whisper-like moans to tear from his chest. The discomfort was a lasting feeling, but the longer he tunneled in and out of her, the more she relaxed, the better it felt.

  He placed his forearms on either side of her head and pushed up so he hovered above her. He looked dark and dangerous, like a fallen angel... her fallen angel.

  He moved in and out, slow at first but gradually picking up speed. The discomfort turned to something darker, more carnal, and before she knew it, she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Never once did he take his eyes off her face, and for some reason, that made what they were doing all the more intimate.

  Perspiration covered his chest, and the moonlight coming through the window caused the beads of sweat to glisten. Keira let her gaze travel down to his lower stomach and watched in female appreciation as the muscles of his abdomen contracted every time he pushed deeper into her.

  “Keira.” Her name was a groan from his lips, and when he tilted his head back, the tendons of his neck stood out. “I’ve never felt anything so incredible. I never will again for the rest of my fucking life.”

  He slammed into her hard, and the force had her sliding up the bed. Ecstasy took hold and wouldn’t let her go.

  Over and over, he worked his cock into her, hitting an ultrasensitive spot inside her repeatedly. The climax that claimed her was swift.

  “That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”

  He breathed harder, so hard that was all she could hear.

  “Look at me. Fuck, Keira. Look. At. Me. I’m coming.”

  Forcing her eyes open, Keira watched his orgasm take shape on his face.

  Once, twice, and on the third thrust, he bottomed out inside her and groaned long and deep. The pleasure that contorted his masculine features was a visual orgasm in itself, and the fact that she was the one cause of his pleasure had more consuming her.

  He didn’t look away from her while he came, and all she could do was ride out the ecstasy. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around his cock. After long seconds, he hung his head, his arms shaking from the force of holding himself up and of his pleasure sapping his strength. When he pulled out of her, Keira couldn’t stop the disappointed sound that left her lips.

  There were no words for what they’d done. The emotion and realness had been tangible, and she felt everything for this boy, and not just on a physical level. Reese pulled her in close, wrapped the blankets around them, then just held her. He smoothed his hand down her back, letting the tips of his fingers trail along her spine. Keira let the sound of his heart and the feel of his touch lull her to sleep.

  He held her tightly for the rest of the night, and Keira realized she might very well be falling in love with the bad boy.

  28

  Reese listened to Keira breathing steadily, deeply, as she slept in his arms.

  This unknown emotion squeezed his chest. She was everything good and right in the world. And she was his.

  He held her tighter and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. She shifted beside him but stayed asleep. The smell of vanilla engulfed him, and Reese closed his eyes and inhaled as deeply as he could. He wanted that scent on him, in him, imprinted in every cell of his body.

  She burrowed closer to him, and the little puffs of air that came from her parted lips slipped along his chest.

  This felt… right.

  She felt right.

  He had her in his arms, and Reese didn’t plan on letting her go.

  A couple days later

  Excitement and anticipation played heavily inside Keira. Alex was home. Keira hadn’t realized how much she missed her brother until she saw him climb out of his SUV and make his way toward the front doors.

  She stood in the opening, feeling her grin take up her face as he looked up and noticed her waiting for him. She was excited, not only because it had been too long since their last visit, but because she anticipated him meeting Reese, the boy she realized she was madly in love with.

  “You sure are a sight for sore eyes, princess.”

  Keira grimaced at the cheesy nickname Alex called her since she was five years old. She’d acted like a spoiled little brat on her firth birthday, and since then, the damn name stuck.

  He wrapped his arms around her, and she let herself get lost in the familiarity of her brother. He pulled back and grinned down at her. “Come on, I’m fucking starved.”

  They went inside, his arm draped over her shoulders as he led them right into the most important room in the house to him. The kitchen.

  “Don’t you want to unpack your stuff?”

  He screwed up his face and made a beeline for the fridge. “That can wait. Besides, it isn’t like I’m not gonna live out of my suitcase while I’m here.”

  He started rummaging through the fridge and pulling items out before tossing them onto the island. It was nice having him home, but a part of her worried over the idea of telling Alex about her relationship with Reese.

  Alex was her big brother, and that title meant he was annoying, overbearing, and fiercely protective. And he'd no doubt be an asshole with Keira’s first boyfriend.

  An hour later, Alex was done eating their parents out of house and home, and they made themselves comfortable in the living room. He had the TV on, a football game on the screen but the volume muted.

  He threw his arm over the back of the couch, and she felt her eyes widen. “Alex, what the hell is that?” She leaned forward and pulled up the sleeve of his shirt. Dark ink in intricate designs and lines started right above his wrist and moved its way up his arm. She couldn’t pull his sleeve up high enough, but the ink kept going.

  “What?” he asked like this wasn’t some big news.

  “When did you get a tattoo?” She leaned back and stared at him with what felt like wide eyes.

  “A few months back.”

  “Do Mom and Dad know?” No doubt they’d freak if they saw that. They considered tattoos beneath them… trashy was the word they used.