When I Fall
Page 79I don’t need to say anything.
His eyes drop to my smile, lingering there a moment before he breaks away shaking his head. He exits the room, mumbling two words under his breath, over and over.
“So fucked.”
Reed
ON MY BACK IN THE middle of my bed, I absentmindedly move my fingers through the ends of Beth’s hair as she lays still, sleeping. Half her body is sprawled on top of mine, while the other half is nestled against my side, leaving no space between us. I stare up at the ceiling as warm breath blows across my chest, as her heart knocks against my ribs.
A lot of women have slept in this bed, but not like this. They would stay on one side, and I’d stay on the other. I liked it that way. I’ve never been a contact sleeper, until I slept with Beth. She needs to have some part of her body touching mine at all times. Even if it’s just her hand on my hip, or her foot pressed against my calf. She seeks me out in the darkness when we unintentionally drift apart. It’s as if her body knows I’m here even when her mind is quiet. I’m a light sleeper. I always have been. The second I feel her flesh, I’m stirred awake, pulling her against me, never satisfied with just a piece of Beth. And fuck me, if she doesn’t smile in her sleep when I do it.
Always giving me that smile.
Groaning, she shifts her body against mine, raising her head to peer up at me through the dark strands hanging in her eyes.
“Hey.” I push her hair out of her face, my hand lingering on her cheek. “Go back to sleep.”
She looks at the clock on my night stand, her eyes widening. “Oh my God, Reed. It’s almost three o’clock. We need to get up and do something.”
She blushes instantly. I fucking love that I do that to her.
Wiggling out of my arms, she scoots to the end of the bed. “You’re crazy.”
I grab her waist, pulling her back down and pinning her underneath me. She squirms, laughing against my neck. I lock her wrists above her head with one of my hands while the other palms her breast. My lips brush against hers, my tongue wetting her skin.
“It’s Saturday, and the only thing I plan on doing today is you. I’m making up for lost time.”
“Oh,” she moans, rolling her head to the side as I kiss along her neck. Her body tightens up again. “Wait, what lost time?”
I lean back, waiting until she looks up at me. “The ten hours I worked yesterday.”
“Reed,” she laughs. “We had sex all night!”
“So?”
She pinches her lips shut, shaking her head.
“I’m beginning to forget what daylight looks like.”
“I can fuck you outside.”
Her phone rings somewhere in the bedroom. Gasping, she tries to throw me off her, bucking against the mattress. Her efforts are adorable.
I groan, dropping my head until our foreheads touch. “Feels good. Keep doing that.”
“It could be my aunt. Let me up,” she demands, her face burning red from exertion.
I roll onto my back, laughing when she playfully glares at me before sliding off the bed. She searches through the pile of clothes on the floor, finally pulling her phone free.
“Oh, it’s Mia.”
“Call her back. I just realized I haven’t fucked your tits yet.”
Her mouth falls open as the phone stops midway to her ear. She stares at me, shocked, her neck rolling with a noisy swallow. Her eyes move down my body. “Hold that thought.”
Beth steps out into the hallway to answer the call. I’m sure she’s doing that so she’ll pay attention to whatever it is Mia has to say, and not the hand on my dick.
She likes to watch, I know that now. She’ll force my hand where she wants it while I’m bringing her pleasure. Those wild eyes lingering on my flesh as her body submits to me. I’ve explored every part of her over the past two days, taken her how we both needed, harder when she demanded it, slower when she begged. I’ve fucked Beth Davis until my body burned with exhaustion, and I’m nowhere near my fill. That’s never happened to me, but it’s her, it’s fucking her, and it’s not just the sex that’s got me like this.
It’s everything.
The moments in between when we’re laughing in bed or on the couch, watching TV. When she’s telling me every tiny detail of her life and asking me about mine. I’ve never enjoyed being around someone this much before. She’s funny, she’s constantly saying shit that makes me laugh. She’s honest and sweet as hell, and she isn’t ashamed to ask for what she wants. Why the fuck would I want to do anything besides what we’ve been doing? The past couple days with her have been perfect.
She shrieks in the distance. “Oh my God! Yes! That sounds like so much fun!”
Shit. Why did I let her get up?
She runs into the room, the phone pressed to her ear. “Mia wants to go dancing tonight with everyone to celebrate her fantastic news. You wanna go?”
I watch, amused at her excitement, tucking my hands behind my head to prop myself up.
She slowly looks away, laying her other hand against her cheek while she listens to Mia. “Oh, um, Reed. I’m at Reed’s house,” she says quietly into the phone. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.” Our eyes lock. She stares at me, sliding her hand down the side of her neck as a hint of a smile twists across her mouth. “Me too,” she says into the phone. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">