Holy hell. I’m trying desperately not to allow my smile to crack my face in half but I’m failing miserably and hardly caring. I jerk my hips up against him and see his eyes widen. “You.” He licks his lips and releases my arms, reaching down and wrapping my legs around his waist. He enters me in a quick thrust and I cry out, my head rolling back and my arms reaching above me to grasp the headboard. “Yes, oh yes.” My hands grip the posts and I push down with my arms, meeting his movements and forcing him deeper inside me. “Reese.”

Gripping my thighs, he brings my legs to his front and rests them on his shoulders as he pummels into me. His groans are loud and throaty. “Feel it, love. Feel what only I can do to you.” He arches back and holds my legs as he drives into me. “Nobody will make you feel this good, Dylan, just me.” My eyes are glued to his and I can’t look away. I want to tell him that he’s right, that I know no other guy will ever make me feel like this and I never want to give one the chance. But I don’t. Instead, I just feel him. Every stroke, every push, I feel and take everything he gives me.

Deeper, deeper, harder and he’s relentless. I’m close, so close that I can’t believe I actually doubted what he does to me. Clearly my insanely good night’s sleep has rendered me stupid. His hand trails down my leg as he thrusts and his thumb finds my spot. With the slightest twitch, I’m done.

“I’m coming. Oh fuck.” I close my eyes and scream so loud my voice breaks. I hear his loud cry and flick them back open to see him glued to me. Green and piercing, he captures me and I watch him fall apart. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down as he pumps into me, giving me his release. Turning his head, he presses his mouth to my leg and pants, his jagged breath bursting across my shin. He stills inside me as we slowly come down together.

“Jesus Christ.” I feel and see his lips curl up around my skin. My legs are dropped from his shoulders and he moves off the bed, lifting me up into his arms. He carries me down the hallway and straight into the bathroom. I’m placed on my feet in front of the vanity and glance at myself in the mirror. “Oh shit.” My hair looks rightly fucked but not in the unbelievable Reese hair sort of way, my lips are swollen, cheeks flushed, and my breasts are beautifully tainted with his marks. My fingers frantically comb through my hair as he smiles behind me. “I need something to wear out of here. Any suggestions, or would you like me to just wear what I have on?” I arch my brow and crack a smile as his fades. Oh, Mr. Possessive is back.

His hands come up and rake through my hair, messing up what I’ve just tamed. “You’re hilarious. Would you like to take a shower with me?” he asks as he walks over and turns it on. His bathroom is far nicer than mine, massive even with a shower that could probably fit ten people. Nine women and Reese possibly? Ugh. Don’t go there. I shake the thought out of my head.

“Yes, but it has to be quick. No funny business.” I bend and begin unhooking my garter, sliding my stockings off my legs. He disappears after I catch him watching me after several long seconds. Always watching. He reappears moments later as I slip into the shower, a pile of clothes in his hands. “You don’t have conditioner?” I ask as the warm water cascades down my body. The only thing in his shower is shampoo and his body wash which I grab quickly and take a sniff of. I close my eyes and let the citrus scent run through me, opening them to find Reese standing in the shower with me and smiling.

“You use that and you’ll smell like me.” He smiles, pulling it out of my hands and squirting some into his palm. “I think you like how I smell.”

“I love how you smell,” I reply as his hands work into a rich lather and he begins rubbing them over my body. “And now I won’t even have to see you again today to get my Reese fix.” He laughs softly and I watch his concentration as he washes me, starting at my neck and moving down each arm. He covers every inch of skin in suds and I giggle as his hands work my breasts, meticulously washing them for several minutes. “I think they’re clean.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” His hands move down my stomach and around my waist, dropping to my ass and working the lather there as I squirm against him. “So, since you’ve survived a sleepover with me, that means we can have them all the time now right?” he asks playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Absolutely not. I never intended on sleeping over, in fact, I think you let me fall asleep on you on purpose and tricked me into it.” He kneels in front of me and washes between my legs, lingering with a grin before he moves down. He massages my thighs and my shins, bringing each foot up and washing them thoroughly as I grip the shower wall. I’m terribly ticklish and he knows it. I think about what he just asked me. Sleepovers all the time? There’s no way I can do the sleepover thing again, let alone all the time. Even though I did get the best sleep of my life and the sight of him wrapped around me this morning is a memory I’d like to hold onto forever. “That was a special birthday treat.” I hold on to his head to keep my balance.

He stands and grabs his shampoo, squeezing some into my hand and doing the same to his. “Honestly, I had every intention of taking you home last night. But I think we must have fallen asleep at the same time. The last thing I remember before passing out is you lying on my chest.” We begin washing each other’s hair together, my eyes closing as I enjoy the scalp massage. He really is good at this. “And then when I woke up at five and couldn’t get you awake without a fog horn, I called Joey and told him that you accidently fell asleep and that you’d be a little late today. He didn’t seem surprised.” Our hands drop and I back up into the water, rinsing my hair and smiling at the scent that is now going to be on me all day. I’ve honestly never smelt anything better, and I live in a fucking bakery.

“Do you always want your flings to spend the night?” I move out of the water and switch spots with him, allowing him to rinse his shampoo out. I grab his body wash and squirt some into my palm. Shit. Did I really want to know the answer to that? No, I don’t. “Never mind. I don’t want to know that.” My hands begin to wash his body as his eyes study me. “It doesn’t matter. I just don’t think we should make a habit out of it.” He moans softly as I move over his shoulders with pressure, down his arms, his chest, and his stomach. I get nice and close to reach around and wash his back, inhaling him deeply while I do it.

I kneel down and wash his legs, his erection staring me right in the face. “Dylan, we’re casual and everything, but I think you’re more than a fling at this point. I don’t usually fuck my flings repeatedly.” I stand and look up into his eyes as he rinses the soap off himself. His jaw is tight and his brows are furrowed. “Okay?”

I swallow and nod slowly. Okay. So I’m above his fling status but still casual, nowhere near the girlfriend zone. And according to Billy, he doesn’t do girlfriends so with Reese there isn’t a girlfriend zone. I guess he does care about me more than his other hookups.

“I’m all clean, feel like getting a little dirty?” I ask and his eyes widen instantly. He reaches for me just as I slip quickly out of the shower. “Sorry. No time for that this morning.” I wrap a towel around myself and quickly grab the clothes that he placed on the sink, making a break for it towards his bedroom. I hear his laughs behind me as I drop the clothes on the bed and examine what he’s picked out for me. Sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a pair of his boxers. Wait, where are my panties? I glance around the room, looking all around the bed when Reese walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist. I look up at him and my eyes widen. Sweet Lord. I’ve seen the man naked several times already, but the sight of him in just a towel makes me clench my thighs shut.