Luann McLane - Moonlight Kiss

But Reid had other ideas.

He deftly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and then tugged. Addison lifted her hips to help while he pulled the denim off and onto the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pink thong. “Wow . . .” he said.

“Somehow I think you’re overdressed for the occasion.” Addison reached up and pulled the snaps open on his shirt, revealing his chest.

“You’re getting better at that.”

“Practice . . . I need lots and lots of practice.” Oh my . . . his tan was darker, his physique even more ripped. “And snaps instead of buttons. Snaps are awesome.”

“I have tons of these shirts. I’ll wear them all the time for you.”

With a low chuckle she reached out and ran her hands over him, loving the feel of warm skin over firm muscle. He sucked in a breath and then dipped his head and kissed her with an eager hunger. When Reid slid his hands beneath her ass Addison wrapped her legs around him.

“I want you in my bed.”

“Good. I’m ready for another wild ride.”

He laughed as he picked her up, carrying her as if she weighed nothing, making her feel girly and sexy at the same time. “Then I’ll give you one you won’t soon forget.”

Ever forget, she thought with a sigh. She buried her face in his neck. “You smell so good.” She sucked his earlobe. “Taste even better.”

“Why does this bedroom suddenly seem a million miles away?”

“A million?” she teased from his earlier comment to her.

“Maybe two,” he grumbled, but a moment later they were in the master bedroom. A shaft of light sliced through the darkness, illuminating a rustic log-shaped frame and matching headboard. After lowering her gently to the bed Reid tugged a chain on a small lamp perched on a nightstand, casting a soft glow in the room. While he shrugged out of his shirt Addison reached for the snap on his jeans. Her heart thudded when her hand brushed over the hard bulge, letting her know how much he really did want to make love to her. She shoved the denim over his hips, taking the boxers with it. He sucked in a breath when she stroked him lightly, rubbing a fingertip over the head of his penis. When the pearly drop appeared he groaned. “Baby, slow down. You’ve got me too worked up and I want to last for you.”

“I’ll try.” She withdrew her hand and watched as he removed his boots and kicked his jeans to the side.

“I need protection. I’ll be right back.”

Addison carefully pulled back a beautiful patchwork quilt and folded it at the end of the bed. She wondered who had made it, and, unable to turn off her business side, couldn’t help thinking that wedding quilts would sell well in the shop. She made a mental note to ask Reid. Later.

She slid beneath the cool sheets, loving the sensual feeling of her skin against the smooth cotton. Her body ached with need. She’d never wanted a man more than she wanted Reid, and when he emerged from the bathroom she watched him walk across the hardwood floor with hungry eyes. When he pulled back the sheet and covered her body with his, she gasped with the sheer pleasure of having his nude body sliding against her flushed skin.

He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, with long strokes of his tongue and moved lower, kissing her breasts, her torso before spreading her thighs. He played with the thong, tracing the lace with his fingertips, driving her mad with desire. “Take it off,” she pleaded, arching her hips to help, but he slipped his palms beneath her ass and lifted her, letting his tongue replace his fingertips.

“Reid!” Her throaty plea had him chuckling. He kissed her through the silk and she wiggled, somehow thinking with her sex-addled brain that her little shimmy would make the thong fall off. He finally slid it down her legs with one long swipe and tossed it over his head.

Reid came up to his knees, gazing down at her. “Let your hair down for me, baby. I want to bury my face in it.”

She tugged the band from her ponytail and spread her dark curls over the white pillowcase. “You are so gorgeous.” After looking at her for a long, heated moment Reid lay down beside her. He trailed his hands lightly over her skin, making her desire grow hotter, brighter. When he grazed her mound with his palm she sucked in a breath. She could feel the steely hard length of his erection against her thigh, hot and ready. Just when she considered shoving him onto his back and riding him, he rolled over and covered her body with his.

And then he kissed her . . . a long, hot, bone-melting, toe-curling, all-consuming kiss.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist he entered her, moving slowly but deeply. Addison wrapped herself around him breast to chest, skin to skin. The aching pleasure intensified with each stroke. He nuzzled her neck, murmured her name, and she arched her hips, wanting more of him . . . all of him. He made love to her slow and easy, as if savoring every stroke, each caress bringing her closer and closer to climax. She ran her hands up his strong arms, down his back. Muscles bunched, rippled. Her nipples, sensitive, hard, slid against the silky hair on Reid’s chest and drove her wild with desire. She arched her back and slid her hands to his ass, pressing, urging him to go faster, take her harder.

“Addison!” His throaty cry of release sent Addison over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and she clung to him, kissing him, never wanting to let him go.

THE INTENSITY OF HIS RELEASE SENT REID’S HEART RACING. Stunned, he stayed buried deep within her silky heat. Dipping his head he took one sweet nipple into his mouth, and when she cried out he kissed her, on and on until his arms started to shake. Reid rolled to his side, pulling Addison close, spooning. He held her against him, trying to gather his scattered thoughts into one big explanation of where they should go from here, but then tossed it aside. Tonight he was not going to think but instead give himself the luxury to simply feel.

Sliding Addison’s hair to the side Reid kissed her neck. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Like my legs could carry me,” she said with a throaty laugh.

After cleaning up in the bathroom he headed out the other door to the kitchen, desperately needing a bottle of water. He grabbed one for Addison and then grinned at the uneaten dinner. After finding a tray he piled the plates with food and headed back into the bedroom.

“Ah, my hero again,” Addison said as he approached with the feast. She came up to a sitting position. The sheet covered her breasts but he could see the lush outline beneath the white cotton.

“At your service, madam.”

“Oh . . . so you’re my slave?”

“Absolutely,” Reid said. “Your wish is my command.”

She scooted into a cross-legged sitting position. “Well, now, I like that. I like it a lot.” When she reached for a chicken leg, the sheet slipped. With a little squeal she tugged it upward.

“You’ve got to be kidding. I’ve seen every inch of that super-sexy body of yours.”

“I know, but . . .” A pretty pink blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks. She shrugged, making her breasts brush against the sheet.

Reid felt a sexual stirring in his blood and was surprised how quickly his depleted body responded to the sight of her naked in his bed. But he wanted her to enjoy her dinner and so he reluctantly asked, “Would you like me to get you a shirt?”

Ducking her head, she nodded. “Please.”

Reid had no problem parading around naked. He slipped from the bed and opened the chest of drawers, locating a short-sleeved Western-cut plaid shirt instead of a T-shirt, thinking he’d like to do that snap-popping thing on her later.

“Thank you,” she said, and shrugged into it.

“You sure look good in my shirt,” he told her with a grin.

“Are you quoting the Keith Urban song?”

“Yes. So you really do like country music?”

“Why do you seem so surprised?” she asked as she dabbed at her mouth with the napkin.

Reid swallowed a bite of potato salad. “I don’t know. I guess it goes back to my preconceived opinion that you were a Hollywood socialite with your nose in the air.”

Addison shook her head. “You couldn’t be farther from the truth.”

“I know that now. I’m sorry.”

“Well, I had the image of big-bellied farmers in baggy overalls, spitting tobacco. So I was dead wrong too.”

“I do own some overalls,” he admitted. “But I also own a tux.”

Her eyes widened.

“What—you can’t picture this country boy in a tuxedo?”

“Wrong, I totally can and it’s getting me all hot and bothered. Don’t you know that you have the kind of look that could grace the cover of GQ?”

Reid waved a chicken leg at her. “Yeah, right. With a pitchfork in my hand?”

“Those blue eyes, that sexy stubble.” She reached over and caressed his cheek. “Those dimples, and don’t even get me started on that hot body of yours, Reid.”

“Seems like you’ve given this some thought,” he teased.

“In passing,” she said, but laughed. “But, seriously, I have to tell you that it’s refreshing that you don’t obsess over your looks or body. It gets really old and exhausting. Luckily my parents believe in health and fitness but not some silly obsession with never aging or having an ounce of body fat.”

He chewed on a bite of chicken. “Will your parents be visiting soon?”

“Right now they’re in Hawaii on a second honeymoon,” she said, but glanced away.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling homesick?”