Small-Town Sweetheart (The Spring Grove Series Book 2) Read online

  “Because you were breathtaking.”

  “Well, losing a hundred—”

  “Always been breathtaking.” I press my lips together. He moves his finger down my nose, and my breath catches as his eyes meet mine. “I was young, I hated this town, and I didn’t know how to act on it.”

  “But now you do?”

  He winks slowly, sending the butterflies in my belly into a frenzy. “You’re in bed with me, aren’t you?”

  I set him with a rueful look. “I’m pretty sure I got me here.”

  He scrunches up his face. “What? I kissed you.”

  “But I seduced you.”

  He laughs out. “What? No way!”

  “I did. Why else would you want to kiss me if I didn’t lure you with my eyes?”

  Now we both laugh, our bodies curling around each other. We knock over the bowl of strawberries, but I doubt either of us cares. His hand comes out, cupping my face, and he runs his thumb along my chin. “You do have some sexy eyes.”

  My face breaks into a grin as he kisses the side of my mouth. When he pulls back, I find myself asking, “How are you, by the way?”

  “Pretty damn good, if I say so myself.” He takes ahold of my boob, and I smack him.

  “No, perv. I mean with your dad and all. With your mom and Ambrosia, I know they’re hurting. But with you guys, it’s hard to tell.”

  His smile fades, and he nods thoughtfully. “Each day’s tough, and I miss him a lot.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “But I like how the patients always speak so highly of him. Anyone who knew him can’t help but tell me how great he was. I think he knew that and wanted me to heal here.”

  Oh, I couldn’t agree more. Old Man McElroy knew that Reed would need his home, his family, and friends. The loss of someone like him takes a town to help mourn. “So, everyone has been kind?”

  He shrugs. “I get the stupid fucks, like at the town hall meeting. Mr. Washington said I was back for the money.”

  That angers me. “Simpleminded ass. The good people know why you’re here. For him.”

  His lips quirk at the side. “Exactly, but that reminds me. Have you given any more thought to the mayor thing?”

  I look away, a bit shy on the matter. “I’m not going to do it.”

  “Why?” he asks, his face turning serious. “You’d be great.”

  “I like my life, though. I work everywhere, I love the people, and if I did it, I’d be working only for the townspeople and not all my bosses. I don’t know.”

  He takes ahold of my bottom lip. “You’d be the boss, Delaney. You’d be perfect.” I bite into his thumb, and he smiles, letting it go. “This town would be lucky to have you as mayor.”

  I don’t disagree with him. I could do a lot for this town, yet something is holding me back. I can’t put my finger on it, but there is. Though it doesn’t matter. Only right now matters. I shove his hand away before pushing him onto his back and straddling his sexy waist with my thick thighs. His eyes widen a bit as he drinks me in. “Well, you’re about to find that you’re mighty lucky to have me in your bed.”

  He moves his hands up my legs, my waist, before cupping my breasts. His eyes are hungry, sexy, as he says, “I already know how lucky I am. But please, show me.”

  I lean on his chest, and he holds my weight like it’s nothing. He doesn’t grimace or try to move me—no, he just looks up at me with this awed look in his eyes. Our mouths meet in a heated frenzy as my toes tuck in between his thighs. His cock is hard, thick against my center as we kiss, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. He feels amazing under my palms, and he tastes just as divine. He parts his lips from mine, kissing my bottom lip, my jaw, my neck before sucking my nipple into his hungry mouth. His fingers bite into my skin as he flicks his tongue against my taut nipple. When he goes for my other one, I start to grind into him, needing the release his body is promising me.

  He bites around the mound of breast, not hard but enough he has me hissing out a breath as I move against him. His cock is throbbing against my center, hitting my clit just right as I rub myself against him. I drop my head back, my eyes squeezing shut as he trails kisses between my breasts, licking and nibbling at me. When he takes me by the back of my knees, I open my eyes and look down at him. He’s got this grin on his face, and without any warning, he lifts me, pulling me up until my pussy lands right on his mouth. I cry out, my hands reaching out to hold on to the headboard as my knees settle on either side of his head.

  He palms my ass as he gently licks me. His tongue curls around my clit, slowly and utterly unfairly. He licks at me like he has all the time in the world and I’m all he wants to taste. My nails dig into the headboard, his name leaving my lips as I ride his face. He draws my clit into his mouth, a sucking noise filling the room and mingling with my cries. I rock against his face. The coarse hair on his jaw tickles my thighs, and I’m sure I’ll have a bit of beard burn. But in some weird way, I crave it.

  It’s a sign Reed was there.

  I feel my orgasm building, everything going tight, but then he’s moving. He lifts me up, holding my ass in his hands as he sits up. I hold on to the headboard as he devours me. At this angle, his tongue is curved against my clit, and soon I’m shaking everywhere. His fingers move inside me, fucking me slowly as he eats at me. When I come, it takes ahold of my whole body. I feel it in my tits, my toes and, most importantly, between my legs.

  “Oh fuck, Reed.”

  “That’s right,” he mutters against my pussy. “Come for me. Hard. Fuck, you taste so damn good.”

  He presses the pad of his tongue against my pulsating clit, and I cry out even louder. He laps at my orgasm, and I think I come again. My body trembles and jerks as he lowers me to the bed. He covers my body, kissing my thighs, my stomach before licking from nipple to nipple. When he pushes into me, I arch up, meeting his thrust as he rakes his teeth along my chest. God, he feels so good. So hot, perfect. When Reed pushes my legs back and goes deeper, my toes curl against the sheets. Our lips meet, his thrusts soft and drawn-out. His control is mind-blowing. I just want him to go crazy, fucking me stupid, but he doesn’t do that. He’s tender, each thrust firm but tantalizing too. I squeeze his cock with my body, and when I’m met with his groan, I grin in response.

  “Fuck, I want you in my mouth again.”

  “I mean, I wouldn’t complain.”

  He chuckles against my neck. “Aren’t you supposed to be showing me how lucky I am?”

  I move my head to face him, our lips coming so close to each other. “You are absolutely right. Want to come in my mouth?”

  He blinks, and his head tilts to the side. Almost like how Wilbur does when you ask him if he wants a treat. Guess I’m Reed’s treat. “Really?”

  “Yup.”

  His eyes go dark. “Mmm, I think I’d love that.”

  Our gazes burn as we get lost in each other. “Just yank the condom off before you come.”

  He pauses, and then I pause. My eyes shoot to his face, and I smack his shoulders as he rises up off me. “Condom!”

  “Shit!”

  But we don’t move. “You’re good?” I ask, and he nods. “Clean?”

  “I am. Are you on birth control?”

  “I am, and I’m pretty sure it’s not ovulation time, but you never know. You know what, I don’t think this is going to happen again. It freaks me out.”

  He nods quickly. “Me too.”

  Still, we don’t move. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I want kids—”

  “You’d be a wonderful mom.”

  “I would,” I say with a nod. “But not now.”

  “No, not now. Not with me. I’m leaving.”

  “Exactly,” I say, pointing to him. “And this is the third time we’ve had sex.”

  “True. Wait, why are we talking about this?”

  “I don’t know. You started it!”

  “I did not,” he argues before he thrusts into me hard. “You brought it up.�€