Deeper Than Love (Brooks Family Book 6) Page 13

  They danced like that for the next song as well, and he endured the torture because he was finally holding her in his arms the way he’d longed to do.

  When the music slowed to “It Kills Me” by Melanie Fiona, people sauntered off the dance floor, but not them. Reese turned Nina to face him and folded his arms across her shoulders. Now they faced each other, and all her softness smashed into him—thighs, stomach, breasts. As the song crescendoed to the chorus, he dropped his head close to hers. Her breathing accelerated, her sweet breath blowing against his mouth with each pant.

  He kept his head bent over her and gently rubbed his lips against the shell of her ear and the tender spot on the side of her neck.

  Her hands slipped under his shirt in a wanton display of her need to touch him. They were barely dancing now, mostly grinding. This was merely foreplay as they rocked to the music, and as their hands explored each other’s bodies, their caresses became bolder, edging toward the obscene.

  His hand climbed higher to her neck, and using his thumb, he tilted her head up to him. Her closed eyes fluttered open, exposing the red-hot arousal in their depths.

  Nina raised up on tiptoe to kiss him, but he lifted his head out of reach to take a good look at her.

  Her eyes filled with confusion. She was so horny, rubbing her whole body up against him. Her thighs slid against his, and one foot slipped up and down his calf. Her panties had to be soaked. He was definitely fucking her tonight.

  “You’re killing me, you know that?” Reese said in a low voice.

  He brushed her lips with his, and when she didn’t reject him, he claimed her mouth outright, right in the middle of the floor for everyone to see.

  Reese plucked her lower lip between his. The teasing forced her to tighten her arms around his waist and press closer. He kissed the corner of her mouth, and her eyes fluttered closed.

  He massaged the back of her neck, gently squeezing and letting go, prepping her, getting her hot and ready to give him what should have been his all along.

  Grabbing a fistful of her soft hair, Reese pressed his mouth hard to hers. No tongue. Just their lips tight against each other.

  He wanted her, and she wanted him. The tension stacked between them had reached an almost unbearable level, resulting in the painful effects of pounding hunger in his loins.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Reese said.

  Without another word to anyone, he took her by the hand and led the way.

  Chapter 20

  Reese tapped his thumb impatiently on the steering wheel.

  The traffic was horrendous. There must be an accident somewhere up the street. Atlanta traffic could be a nightmare any time of the day or day of the week, but right now had to be the worst time in history for there to be a long line of cars inching along at a sloth’s pace.

  “Fuuuck!” He slammed his hand against the wheel and craned his neck in vain to find the problem. Not that it mattered. If he saw what caused the traffic jam, he couldn’t do anything about it.

  “Reese, pull over.”

  Nina spoke in a calm voice, but she appeared to be anything but calm. Instead, as anxious as he was, with turbulent emotion flaring in her eyes.

  “Pull over,” she said again, softer this time. She placed a hand on his thigh, and his muscles tensed. With that single touch, she generated enough heat to start a forest fire.

  Nothing else needed to be said. The out-of-control desire that consumed him consumed her, too.

  The minute Reese saw an opening, he made a sharp right down a side street, away from the crawling traffic, and parked in the shadows.

  The honking horns became a distant sound compared to the quiet in the car. Reese turned to Nina and held her chin, tilting her face up to his. Her full lips parted as her chest heaved up and down, and he swooped his mouth down on hers in an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue delved between her lips, tasting the sweet nectar of her mouth, and she shivered. She tasted like heaven. Better than the finest chocolate, her flavor bursting on his tongue and making him dizzy with the need and hunger that filled every part of him.

  The anniversary night of her father’s death came back with a vengeance. The control he’d had to exercise so as not to take advantage of her emotional state was no longer a factor. He unsnapped her seatbelt and pulled her closer, threading his fingers into her thick, kinky hair.

  He explored the velvety softness of her lips, but as much as he enjoyed the mouth-to-mouth contact, the position was awkward. Reese lifted his head.

  “This isn’t going to work.”

  “Yes, it is,” she insisted, leaning in and fastening her mouth to his again.

  She was so eager. So greedy. Reese groaned and held her head, kissing her thoroughly with a loud, wet kiss.

  But he lifted his head again and gazed down into her sex-hungry eyes. “Let’s get in the back seat. It’s better.”

  With the awkward twisting and shifting of his long body, Reese climbed into the back. Nina removed her shoes, and he helped her do the same, his arms and hands serving to help keep her balance.

  Giggling, she settled on his lap and straddled his thighs.

  Reese brushed her hair back from her face. “What’s so funny?”

  “We haven’t gotten any better at climbing into the back seat. Remember that night at the park when we almost got caught in your car?”

  He’d forgotten about that time. He planned to have her spend the night in his room, but his mother came back early from a business trip, and they’d had to make do at the park. When a police car cruised into the area, they’d scrambled to put on the few items of clothing they’d removed.

  “I remember that. You were scared,” he said softly, smiling into her eyes.

  “And you weren’t. Meanwhile, I was terrified we’d get caught, and my father would be so disappointed in me.”

  Reese grinned. “I corrupted you.”

  “You did,” she said softly, edging her face closer.

  “Still worried about getting caught?” Reese asked, searching her eyes.

  “Not tonight.”

  Reese took her mouth in another deep kiss. He wanted her horizontal, but this would have to do.

  Sweeping her hair to the side, he kissed the curve of her throat and felt her pulse beat against the tip of his tongue. He tasted the delicate line of her jaw and kissed the shell of her ear. Her breathy moans encouraged him as he pushed his hands up under her dress and spread them over her velvety thighs. Sliding his hands higher, he encountered string and lace.

  He was so excited, if he didn’t calm down, he’d prematurely nut in his pants. He needed her so badly that he almost didn’t care about such an embarrassing spectacle. He’d simply make it up to her during the next round.

  He unfastened her top and dragged it down to reveal her full, heavy breasts. Burying his face in the scented valley they created, he squeezed them together and then smoothed his hand up and down her arched back, listening to her moan his name. Lifting one breast into his mouth, he tugged on the walnut-colored nipple with his teeth and lips until it puckered into a tight little stone. Her fingernails gently scraped his scalp as she massaged his crown and bowed her back to force her nipple deeper into his mouth.

  “Reese…Reese.”

  His name was a litany of praise on her lips. As he feasted on her breasts, his hands smoothed up and down her arched spine. He squeezed her ass and grabbed her thighs, inflamed by her sounds of pleasure and the sensual way she moved.

  He wasn’t the only one doing the touching. She touched him, too. She kissed him and sucked his tongue into her mouth while her hands traversed the muscles of his back and shoulders. She rubbed her body against him, grinding her hips into his until he was panting and gripping her dress in a desperate fight to keep from letting go.

  Nina unbuttoned his shirt, letting her tongue taste his chest, circle his nipples, and trail across his pecs. When she reached down and massaged his length, his head fell back as a groan burst from his throat.
Having her hands on him was better than a dream come true, and his thighs hardened as he reveled in her touch.

  “Nina.” He grabbed a handful of hair and gave her a bruising kiss that caused her to whimper into his mouth but kiss him back just as hard.

  His fingers found her wet clit and massaged until she writhed against his digits. When he could tell she was near to climax, he jerked away his hand, and she made a loud, impatient sound and gripped his shirt. She buried her face in his neck so she couldn’t read her expression.

  “Reese, please.”

  “I got you,” he whispered in her ear.

  This would be a true quickie because the temperature in the car had already reached scalding. He lifted up and pulled out his wallet, and after removing a condom, tossed it to the seat.

  “Hurry,” she begged. “Please, Reese.”

  His hands shook from the urgency in her voice and the cramped quarters of the car. He slipped on the protection and with two hard yanks, broke the strings on either side of her thong. Nina gasped, her eyes going wide as he tossed the torn fabric to the floor.

  “Get on this dick.”

  She lifted onto her knees and with his hands guiding her hips, sank onto his throbbing length.

  They both froze, breathing suspended at the magnitude of this moment and their oneness, after so very long. When her head fell back on a sharp cry, the sound of raw, naked pleasure had him grabbing her ass and gritting his teeth.

  The tight clasp of her body around him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. This was nirvana, the greatest pleasure he’d ever know. He was deep in the woman he adored, the woman that he loved. Loved so much that at times he believed that his feelings were deeper than love.

  Reese prayed he didn’t come too fast because he wanted to make her feel good and have this moment be as enjoyable as possible for both of them. Grabbing the globes of her soft bottom, he pumped into her hard, desperately. As if he’d never get another chance to be with her like this again. Everything could change in the morning. But this…this he could relive over and over, long after the night came to an end.

  Fuck Saint Andy. Fuck everybody. Tonight, Nina was his. This was where she belonged—riding his dick. Moaning his name. She was his woman. He was claiming her.

  He sank his teeth into her neck like a lion would its prey. Then he soothed the bite with his moist tongue.

  Reese leaned back, swinging his hips upward, driving his hard body into hers. With her arms draped over his shoulders and her head thrown back, she bounced up and down and sent her breathless pants to the ceiling of the car. The fullness of her jostling breasts mesmerized him. They crashed against each other, and the dark nipples hypnotized him with their left-to-right motion. Reese groaned and shut his eyes, welcoming the darkness for a few seconds, or he’d come too fast, but the sounds of her husky cries and the scent of perfume and sex that filled the car almost made him come anyway.

  One hand on her waist, the other gripping her bottom under the dress, Reese spread his legs wider and added more leverage to each thrust. The vehicle rocked under the strain of their frantic coupling, and he knew if they got caught now he’d never be able to stop. He was too far gone, loving the sensation of her wet heat stretched around his hard flesh as he drowned in her juices.

  The pitch of her cries went higher, and he knew she was close. He watched with fascination as she caressed her own stomach and fondled her own breasts. Shit, she was so damn sexy. Then with two solid strokes and his whispered, “Come for me baby,” she climaxed with a keening cry that filled the car and made the skin on the back of his neck tingle.

  Her fingers tightened on her breasts to intensify the orgasm. Reese licked one nipple exposed between her parted fingers and then came hard with a guttural groan that tore from his throat. He buried his face in her neck and clutched her tight, gasping. Nina clung to him, too, moaning her satisfaction as her body trembled through the aftershock.

  In the back seat of his Mercedes, their sweat-damp bodies were nothing but a bundle of tight, clinging limbs.

  This was it. She was it for him.

  Reese looped an arm around her neck and kissed her jawline. “Nina.” He breathed her name like a prayer and sighed into her neck—this mature, independent, carefree, adventurous woman with a big heart.

  As he held her close, inhaling the sweet scent of her neck, he knew no other woman would do. Nina touched his heart, his soul, his mind, his body. His head emptied of everything but her. Her touch, the way she smelled. She simply consumed him and all of his senses.

  After a long while, they eased apart, and her eyes held that sleepy, hazy look that came from fantastic sex. That expression hadn’t changed in all these years. It was still such a beautiful sight.

  He gently kissed her mouth and then lavished the same affection on each of her breasts. He fondled their lushness until her hot little butt squirmed against him in a needy way.

  “I want to lay you in a bed and make love to you properly. You deserve more than a quick screw in the back of my car. I want to see all of you. I want to touch you everywhere and take my time kissing every inch of you. Let me take you home. Tell me you want that, too.”

  Nina nodded.

  He looked into her eyes. “Say it.”

  “I do.” Her husky voice trembled a little. “I want to make love to you all night. I want to feel like this over and over—”

  He interrupted her sentence with a frantic kiss that fused their mouths together. The beast had been unleashed.

  Their night had just begun.

  Chapter 21

  They disrobed inside the door of her apartment.

  Nina dropped her dress, and Reese removed his shirt to reveal sculpted muscle under smooth, fawn-colored skin.

  They left the pile of clothes behind as he climbed the stairs in the dark with her wrapped around him. In the bedroom, he laid her on the bed and hovered over her on his elbows. As his gaze traveled up and down her body, she melted under the affection and desire displayed in his eyes.

  “Damn, you’re so beautiful, Nina,” he whispered. His intoxicating words filled her with warmth.

  She placed a hand at the back of his head and pulled his face closer. “You, too,” she whispered.

  Their lovemaking was gentler than before, their caresses slow and unhurried. He touched her everywhere like he said he would, leaving no part of her body unexplored. His hands smoothed down her belly and over her thighs and knees. Wherever they went, his mouth followed in a thorough review that left her trembling and downright begging for his possession.

  Her aching body squirmed in delirium as his tongue wreaked havoc between her thighs by drawing lazy circles around her clit while he sucked her lower lips with masterful precision. Tilting her head back, she whispered his name, losing herself in a connection that touched not only her body but somewhere deep in her heart.

  She floated on a cloudy haze of passion administered by the only man who’d ever made her feel this way. The kisses on her neck and face were affectionate yet arousing. His hands on her hips and breasts brought pleasure and familiar comfort.

  “Reese.” His name was a moan on her lips, whispered over and over like an incantation. She couldn’t seem to stop saying his name. How many times had she whispered or moaned it in the past hour? She wanted him so much, right in the center where she ached the most. “Take me, please.”

  Reese slipped a condom over his hard length. “Say it again.”

  “Please, Reese. Take—”

  He thrust into her slick entrance. Lifting her knees into the groove of his elbows, he kept her under control, at the mercy of each of his pleasure-inducing thrusts.

  “You never have to beg for this dick,” he rasped. He maintained a steady rhythm of advance and retreat. “It’s yours whenever you want it.”

  His body moved inside hers with slow deliberation, laboring over her with long, sturdy pumps of his hips. She was a slave to his rhythm, barely able to move with her legs pinned
against her breasts.

  Reese kept hitting her spot in an effort to coax the orgasm to come out of hiding. Kissing her passionately, with their tongues and teeth and lips tangling in disarray, and not once did he ever break stride.

  “I know you don’t have this with him. You’re mine, Nina. You’re mine.”

  Like a stopper yanked from a bottle, his words discharged her orgasm, and she exploded around him with soft little cries. Reese sucked in a sharp breath and kept driving into her as she rode out the storm of tremors.

  It was too much. Sex with him was too much. Panting, Nina shut her eyes and shuddered as Reese kissed her neck and propelled himself deeper and harder as he came, too.

  Overwhelmed and feeling out of control, she turned her head and let the pillow grab the cries that broke from her throat and capture the tears of sheer joy that squeezed from between her tightly closed eyelids.

  Reese had an insatiable appetite. Exhausted, Nina finally pleaded for a break, and he gave her one. He lay wrapped around her from behind as thunder rolled across the sky like giant boulders, and the soothing music of raindrops hit the windows continuously.

  “Your hair smells different.” His voice was husky and low because they’d dozed off for a couple of hours and woken up when the sound of the storm penetrated their shallow sleep. Dawn would soon come.

  “You like it?”

  He buried his face in her hair and sniffed. “Yeah. Smells like ginger and something else I can’t quite place.”

  “That’s probably the coconut. I’m using a new plant-based product line that’s supposed to add more moisture to my hair.”

  He twirled some of her hair around his fingers. “I believe it. Your curls were really defined.”

  “Were?”

  “Well, they’ve fallen quite a bit,” he said, sounding amused and smug.