His thumb swipes across my nipple, and it shoots straight to the center of me. But the heat of his hand seeps through my shirt. I arch my back pressing closer to him. He flicks the front opening of my bra and bends his head to take my nipple into his mouth. I am swaddled in him as his tongue has its wicked way with me. With a flip of his wrist, he unbuttons my jeans and lowers the zipper.
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His thumb swipes across my nipple, and it shoots straight to the center of me. But the heat of his hand seeps through my shirt. I arch my back pressing closer to him. He flicks the front opening of my bra and bends his head to take my nipple into his mouth.
I am swaddled in him as his tongue has its wicked way with me. With a flip of his wrist, he unbuttons my jeans and lowers the zipper. He looks into my eyes as he slides his hand in the front of my panties.
He glides across my heat and goes straight for my clit. His hand is hampered by the tightness of my jeans, and he moves in small, tight circles.
I need more than that. I help him to his feet and put his crutches under him, and he hobbles slowly toward the bedroom. He looks tired around his eyes. He shakes his head, leans his crutches against the bed, and shoves his gym shorts and his boxers down to his knees.
I walk over and pull off his shoe, then roll his sock down. It takes a minute to get his shorts over his cast, but I do it. He pushes into my grip. I never talk about stuff that personal with them. My body is ready for him. But we find completion in one another, and we do it quickly.
He pulls out of me slowly, shivering as he does so. He reaches for his crutches to pull himself up. He growls and reaches for them. He laughs and pulls his shirt over his head. He never got fully undressed. I go to the bathroom and clean myself up and then pad back into the room with a cloth wet with warm water. I pass it to him, and he cleans himself off and lies back on the bed, one arm behind his head so he can look at me. He scrubs his hands into his eyes.
He shakes his head, yawning. I never thought I would ever feel this happy. I snuggle into him. He chuckles. He lifts my arm and kisses the tattoo on my inner wrist. I look down at the tat that started it all. He set me free when he unlocked my world. I close my eyes and fall asleep to the beat of his heart. But New York is where my heart is. I met Logan in the fall.
He took care of me when I needed a place to stay, and I took care of him when his brother got sick with cancer. Matt needed an expensive medical treatment, and the only way to get the money was for me to suck it up and take one for the team.
So, I did. Matt went into treatment, paid for by my father, and Logan went on with his life. I have wanted to contact him so many times. But talking is difficult between us. Logan is deaf, and he communicates by writing. I have dyslexia, and reading is hard for me. So letters and phone calls are not possible for us.
I considered buying them one and shipping it to them, so Logan and I could talk using sign language on Skype, but they are both poor and proud, which is a killer combination. I want to look into his eyes. I need to see him. Mom and Dad look over at me. Mom is smiling; Dad is not. My dad has money. Lots and lots of money. My mom spends money. I am so glad my mom married my dad because no other man on the face of the earth could ever afford her.
Dad owns Madison Avenue. Not the street—the upscale clothing and accessory line. My parents have more money than God. I take a deep breath. Like how I lived in shelters when money was tight. And how I went for days without food sometimes. He chooses to think I lived an upscale life while I was away. It was hard. God, I want to see him so badly. I want my parents to go away, too, but they want to see me settled into my new apartment.
My mother smacks my father on the arm. Least of all to the young Mr. She gets her purse, and we disembark the plane. The limo is waiting for us outside, and we all slide in while someone I will never see unloads the luggage. Great vision. He would make a fine husband. I have no interest in being richer. In fact, the happiest time in my life was when I lived with Logan and his brothers.
He has four of them—two older and two younger. They live alone since their mom died and their dad left. Not by a long shot. My dad heaves a sigh. He is a master at business, but he knows very little about relationships. So angry that he has moved on. My heart lurches at the very thought of it.
I look down at the tattoo on my inner forearm. My father hates it; I love it. Logan unlocked my world. He accepted and loved me exactly as I am, or at least how he thought I was.
I just hope he still does. I have to listen to my dad talk about how fit Trip would be as a husband the whole ride. My mom makes a face at me. She makes me laugh. We have a new understanding since I spilled my guts to her after coming home. Logan is rich in all the ways I wish I were.
The last time I talked to him, he wanted to go back to college. He got a scholarship, but he had to get a deferment when Matt got sick. But so much can happen in three months. Women throw themselves at Logan every day.
Mom pats Dad on the knee. I know you get reports. I have asked him this more times that I can count, and he refuses to answer me, reminding me of the bargain we made. Just that one word. I flop against the seat back.
Smart, Sexy and Secretive (The Reed Brothers #2) by Tammy Falkner
But New York is where my heart is. I met Logan in the fall. He took care of me when I needed a place to stay, and I took care of him when his brother got sick with cancer. Matt needed an expensive medical treatment, and the only way to get the money was for me to suck it up and take one for the team. So, I did.
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Shelves: new-adult , erotic-romance I am loving these guys and this series! I know right now I will have to end up reading many more of these books. The way the supporting characters are written, you just end up loving them all as much as the two main characters you are reading about. So I want to know how each of the Reed Brothers finds their one true love.
Smart, Sexy and Secretive
I wink at him. I learned that the hard way. I bump knuckles with Henry, and he smiles at me. He holds up a finger and goes to a locked box beside his desk. He retrieves a key.