And then he was.
He was moving, thrusting in deep, even strokes. Each time he entered, he buried himself to the balls. Each time he pulled out, he withdrew to his tip. His long, languid tempo ensured that I felt every part of his cock each and every time he filled me and released me. The tension in my belly knotted and tightened. With the added pressure on my clit, I’d be over the edge soon. Too soon.
Reeve’s expression didn’t change. He was restrained, in control while I was spiraling out of it.
I started to move my hand away.
“Put it back,” Reeve said, the gravel in his voice the one indication that he was affected. “Keep touching yourself.”
“Thought you didn’t care. If it felt. Good for me.” My words were breathy and my phrases short.
There was a glint in Reeve’s eye. “I don’t. But if you come, it will feel better for me.”
I resumed the swirling of my bud, cautiously, but even with the half-hearted effort, my orgasm began to build. It was so erotic – Reeve’s detached attitude, the primal way he rutted into me, the fact that we were in plain sight of everyone in his house. My fingernails dug into his shoulder and I bit my tongue, trying to remain as stoic as he was and failing as tiny sighs of pleasure escaped behind my closed lips.
Reeve pushed forward, inching my hips back so that he hit even deeper. Then he increased his speed, rocking my backside into the concrete in a way that scratched and stung. “Since this is all self-serving” – his voice was even grittier now, husky and raw – “you don’t need to tell me that it feels good. Because I don’t care.”
“Right.” Damn, though, it was too much. It felt so fucking good. “Ah, God. It’s so. Ah.”
“Don’t say it.” The warning that laced his words only inched me further toward the pinnacle. “Don’t you dare say it.”
“I’m not. Saying. Anything.” But I was there, I was bursting and now only sounds left my mouth, syllables with no meaning but when put together said very definitely how fucking fantastic it felt. My entire body shuddered as my orgasm ripped through me. I squeezed my eyes shut and let it take me.
Somehow I could still hear Reeve talking. “You’re coming,” he said. “I can feel it. Fuck, Emily, you clench so hard.” He forced through my tightening walls, continuing to pound into me with fierce determination. Then he was coming too, jabbing against my pubic bone as he spurt inside of me.
When I calmed, I opened my eyes to find him still hovering above me, still staring at me with intense scrutiny. I still couldn’t quite get a read on him, but there was a question in the furrow of his brow. Or confusion. Irritation, even.
I took in a shaky breath and wondered what he saw on my face. Disappointment, I imagined. I hadn’t expected to rock his world but I’d wanted to at least know I’d pleased him.
Then again, he was still inside of me. Maybe I had.
We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he sat back on his knees, pulling his trunks up over his cock as quickly as he left me. He trailed one solitary finger down my naked pussy and said, “Leave a landing strip next time you go into the salon. I don’t like feeling like I’m fucking a little girl.”
He left me. I dressed quickly and followed him into the house but neither Reeve nor Anatolios met me. The butler retrieved my purse and I was escorted to the door.
CHAPTER 12
I’d just stuck the key in the door when my cell rang. Though I was already balancing my mail, the next week’s script for the show, and the Diet Coke I’d gotten from a gas station on my way home from the day’s shoot, I fumbled to answer when I saw Reeve’s name on the caller ID.
“I want to see you,” he said, without preamble. Just the sound of his voice made my stomach flutter and dirty thoughts invade my mind.
“You do?” I braced the phone on my shoulder and pushed the door open. Inside, I dropped everything but the phone and my drink on the floor and turned around to push the door shut, eyeing a gray Bentley that pulled up across the street as I did. My neighborhood was swank but not Bentley status. It was something that drew attention.
But it didn’t have nearly the hold on my curiosity as Reeve did.
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” There was an undercurrent of playfulness in his tone that had me breathless and wanting.
Be chill, Emily. “Huh. Does that mean I passed my audition then?” Having not heard from him since I’d left his house several days before, I’d waffled back and forth between thinking he was taking his time and thinking I’d fucked up. Either way, the week had seen me more than a little distracted, not to mention burning out a set of AA batteries.
“Was there any question?”
I fell into the front room armchair and thought carefully about my words. It wasn’t a time to get clingy, after all, but I wanted to be considered for a role that was more significant than fuck buddy. “There were lots of questions,” I said finally. “The audition was Sunday. It’s Friday and you’re only now calling. You play it awfully cool, Sallis.”
“You know how casting decisions can take time.” His grin was apparent through the phone. “Here’s an answer to your lots of questions – you passed. With flying colors. And now I want to see you.”
“To see me,” I repeated. “For clarity that means…?”
“I want to fuck you.”
God, how did he make me blush so easily? “And when exactly would you —?”