“And in every dream, you wanted me too.” He pulls on my hair, demanding my attention. His cock slips over my bottom lip, pumping back in with a slow, sensual fury that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. “You begged me to take you in my arms and you begged me to put my hands on you. But none of it—fuck, Laela. No fantasy can live up to the reality of you. Touch yourself for me.”

I won’t last.

One swipe of my finger and I’ll shatter into a million little pieces.

I don’t want this to end, not yet.

When I start to shake my head, Reid presses a finger to my chin. “Show me how wet you are.”

A whimper strangles my lungs as I spread my knees and hover my weight forward, so I can still take every thrust of his cock. I’m trembling, I think. So turned on by the hoarse groans reverberating in his chest and the taste of him on my tongue that when I press a finger to my clit, it feels like I’m already on the verge of an orgasm.

My hips shift forward again and again. Then Reid rasps, “Two fingers, sweetheart. Fuck yourself and let me hear you scream,” and I all but detonate.

He swipes a tear off my cheekbone, bringing it to his mouth to clean away with his tongue. That hand settles on the column of my throat, the way my velvet choker did on the night of the gala. He powers into me with flexing hips and he praises me when I slick two fingers inside my pussy and grind down.

We’re messy and raw and chasing earth-shattering relief.

And then he’s yanking away with a snarled, “I need you.”

I gasp at the sudden emptiness, only to find myself hauled into his arms and thrown down on the bed. The mattress bounces beneath my weight. Reid flips me over with a sweep of his hands over my hips so that I’m on my hands and knees with my ass in the air.

There’s the crinkle of foil, the wisp of clothing hitting the floor, and then the subsequent dip in the mattress behind me.

His hands run down my spine, and that one touch alone elicits a shudder of pleasure. Every nerve ending is so sensitive that it won’t take long for me to come.

I’ve never wanted anything more.

“One last chance to walk away,” comes his husky voice.

I glance back at him over my shoulder, letting every emotion spiral to the surface. My fear that this chemistry will burn out. My hope that this is where we were meant to end up all along, together and fated to fall in love. Licking my lips, I offer him complete and utter honesty:

“Give me another reason to stay.”