Chapter 65

Confused at first, Reeve’s mouth was frozen, but then, as Kit continued to probe with her tongue, he submitted, melting into her, and Kit was relieved to know he wanted her, too.

Never had Kit felt this way before, almost like an animal, needing, wanting, unthinking. She clawed at his clothing, not willing to wait for the propriety of unhooking or unfastening. Rather, she tugged and tore, and Reeve did the same, getting out of his jerkin and boots while she wrestled with his belt. His tunic never stood a chance; she tugged it over his head and threw it in a heap across the room.

Once she had him naked before her, Kit realized she still wore her dressing gown. She discarded it just as quickly as she had his clothes, practically tripping over her own feet as she stepped out of her slippers. “My Lady,” Reeve gasped, taking a step back to breathe her in. “You’re so beautif—”

“No time for that,” Kit replied, smothering him in a deep kiss again. His hands went around her waist but quickly slipped to her bare bottom, and then Kit walked him backward to the bed. They slammed into the mattress as one, limbs tangling, grabbing, thrashing.

Despite not having much time to react to her onslaught, Reeve was excited. His member jabbed against Kit’s outer thigh while her hand explored his well-formed chest. She had forgotten about the scar until her fingers grazed it. Reeve winced, not in pain, but in memory; Kit thought nothing of it. The scar was a part of him, and right now, she needed every bit of what Reeve had to give her.

Her breath began to grow ragged as his hands found her breasts. He palmed and pulled on her nipples, leaving her moaning in both pleasure and pain. Kit’s tongue trailed down his neck, nipping and gnawing as she went, and Reeve’s groans let her know he was enjoying this as much as she was.

There was no time for a seductive dance; on some occasions she preferred the slowed pace of foreplay. Tonight was not one of those nights. She reached to the nightstand and grabbed the sheath she’d laid out, hoping she’d know how to put it on. While she’d never done it before, she assumed it couldn’t be too difficult.

“Let me,” Reeve panted, pulling it out of her hands. She sat back resting her buttocks on her feet, watching him slide the protective layer over his manhood. He wasn’t as large as some of the men she’d had, but he’d do, and while he applied the lubricant, Kit ran her fingernails along his thighs, making Reeve writhe beneath her.

As soon as he was done, she wasted no time in mounting him. She pushed down hard, taking all of him in at once, and Reeve’s body shuddered beneath her. His hands immediately went to her breasts as she began to thrust up and down on top of him. His cock was thick and rock hard, exactly what she had needed, and she was taking everything he would give her.

Reeve’s hands slipped down to her hips as Kit quickened her pace. He lifted her and brought her back down in time to her movements, and she squeezed him inside of her, sliding and letting go as the friction continued to send waves of pleasure throughout her body. When he slid his thumb down and began to encircle her clit, she cried out, shouting his name and a slew of obscenities. Her head was swimming as each thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her lungs felt like they were on fire, the burning a slow heat of passion and frenzy. Her eyes were closed, but sparkles of light danced before them, and she felt as if she was being carried away. Kit’s head was swimming, her body quaking along with the screeching bed until she thought she couldn’t handle anymore, and then Reeve let out a loud groan, shouted her name, and went still beneath her.

Slowly, Kit opened her eyes, trying her best to still her pounding heart and bring her breathing back to normal. Reeve’s eyes were still closed, and he wore a pained look, but she was fairly certain that he was far from hurting. Both of their bodies glistened in the dim light, and his unique scent mingled with hers. For the first time in hours, Kit genuinely smiled.

She brought her leg across him carefully so as not to pull off the sheath, and laid down next to him. Still, Reeve’s eyes were shut tight, but he was smiling now. Kit rested her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder. She could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage.

After what seemed like several minutes, he still hadn’t moved, so she whispered, “Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

Kit laughed at his weak response. “Are you certain?”

“No.”

She laughed again. Suddenly exhausted, she decided it was time to go to sleep. While she’d looked forward to getting to know him better, that would have to wait. She reached down and grabbed the blankets, pulling them up over herself, and rolled over in an attempt to keep the light out of her eyes.

Reeve must’ve gotten his composure back, because she felt him slide out of bed a moment later, but she didn’t turn to see what he was doing. Before long, he was back, and when Kit opened her eye a sliver, the light was out. He wrapped an arm over her hip, and she scooted back into his body, glad to have him with her. If he was questioning whether or not he should stay, he’d have his answer now.

It didn’t take Kit long at all to fall asleep, and when she awoke the next morning, it was to the faint memories of distant dreams, all seeming to have something to do with her mother deciding who she must marry. With a deep breath, Kit tried to shake the dreams from memory and rolled over to find Reeve staring down at her. His head propped on a fist supported by his elbow, he looked down with sleepy eyes, and Kit smiled at him, all thoughts of her mother vanquished from her mind.