Chapter 6

She woke slowly, aware of warmth at her back and the weight of an arm draped over her waist.

For a moment, she just lay there, comfortable and sated and not quite ready to open her eyes. Then she felt his hand move. A slow stroke up her side, his palm warm against her bare skin, and she knew he was awake.

She stayed still, not sure what to say or do. Morning felt different from the dark. The dark had been liberating, and the drinks she had with Paige had helped. As her heart rate picked up, she didn't think she would need either.

His hand moved again. Across her stomach this time, spreading wide and warm, pulling her back against him.

She could feel all of him. The solid wall of his chest against her back, the heat of him, the unmistakable press of his erection against her backside.

Her breath caught.

His mouth found the back of her neck. A slow kiss, then another, and she felt heat flood through her all over again. She had just woken up, and she was already wound tight for him. That had never happened before.

His hand slid up to her breast and cupped it, his thumb circling her nipple until it went hard under his touch.

His other arm slid under her, wrapping around her, holding her in place as his mouth moved to the sensitive spot just below her ear. He bit down gently, and she gasped.

"Good morning," he murmured against her skin.

His voice was rough with sleep and lower than she remembered, and it did something to her insides that she wasn't prepared for.

She opened her mouth to respond, but his hand left her breast and slid down her stomach, between her legs, and the words died in her throat.

He stroked her slowly. She was already wet for him. Embarrassingly so. She felt her face heat, but he made an approving sound low in his throat and circled her clit with his thumb.

Her hips moved of their own accord, pushing into his hand, and he did it again.

She was going to come if he kept that up. Already she could feel it building, that same heat from last night, and she bit her lip to keep quiet.

His hand left her, and she nearly whined at the loss.

Then he gripped her thigh, lifted her leg, and draped it back over his hip, opening her completely.

She felt exposed like this, vulnerable, and then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance and forgot to care about anything else.

He pushed in slowly. Just the tip at first, and even that was enough to make her breathing go shallow. He was big. She had forgotten somehow between last night and this morning just how big, and her body had to work to adjust to him all over again.

He pushed in another inch, and she gasped.

His hand tightened on her thigh, holding her leg in place, keeping her open for him, and he pushed in further.

The stretch of it was tight but deliciously so. She could feel every inch of him, thick and hard.

She tried to relax. She focused on her breathing, on relaxing the muscles that wanted to tense up, and he pushed in the rest of the way in one long, slow thrust.

The sound that came out of her was high and breathless. "Oh, God."

He was so deep, this angle letting him reach places that made her whole body tighten around him. Her inner walls clamped down on him, making him groan.

He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, his hand stroking her thigh, and then he pulled out slowly and thrust back in.

She cried out. He did it again. Harder this time, more demanding, and she felt it everywhere.

His hand left her thigh and wrapped around her, holding her in place as he set a rhythm that was almost urgent. This was demanding and rough. It was hot, him taking her like this and from behind, giving her little to no control.

He thrust into her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her backside, the sound of it loud in the quiet room, and she couldn't do anything but take it.

She braced one hand against the mattress, trying to find leverage, but he had her pinned in place with his arm around her waist and his hand splayed wide across her stomach, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

She had never felt so completely at someone else's mercy. And she found she loved it.

His mouth was at her neck, biting and sucking, and she knew he was leaving marks, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Not when he was moving inside her like this, not when every thrust was hitting that spot that made her vision go white at the edges. Blood pounding in her ears as he moved faster.

His hand slid down from her stomach and found her clit. She nearly screamed. She was going to come, and she couldn't stop it.

"That's it," he murmured against her neck.

His voice pushed her over the edge.

Her whole body locked up, every muscle going tight at once, and then she was coming so hard she couldn't breathe. Her inner muscles clenched around him, wave after wave, and she heard him groan behind her, felt him thrust into her once, twice, three more times before he went rigid.

He came with a low, rough sound, his arm tightening around her waist, holding her against him as he pulsed inside her.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them breathing hard, his face pressed against the back of her neck.

She shifted, trying to turn over, and he let her. His arm loosened, and he pulled out of her slowly, and she felt the loss of him immediately.

She turned to face him.

The room was dim but not dark, enough light coming through the curtains that she could finally see properly.

She looked at the man in bed with her.

Her heart stopped.

Dark hair. Strong jaw. Brown eyes with flecks of yellow watching her with an intensity that made her breath catch for an entirely different reason.

Not Mark.

Reid.

"Oh my God."