Sin for Love by Claudia Bradshaw Page A

 I felt his tongue against me as he licked from the opening of my pussy to the tip of my clit.  Then the heat of his tongue was replaced with cold air as he blew on me gently, causing goose bumps to rise all over my body.
    We were lying in bed and I had my head resting on Reese’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.  His fingers were tracing lazy designs on my arm.  I didn’t want this to end. I was letting my heart wish for something that I had decided a long time ago didn’t exist.  The voice in the back of my head was getting louder. Don’t do this to yourself, Tessa. You are only going to get hurt.
    I felt Reese kiss the top of my head. “Do you like pancakes?”
    “I love pancakes, but I can never get them right,” I pouted.
    “Lucky for you, I have perfected the art of making pancakes.  Come downstairs and I will show you my secret.” He gave me a quick slap on the butt that made me let out a soft whimper and jumped off the bed.  After pulling on some jeans, not bothering to button them, he turned back and said, “I should spank you harder than that for how you woke me up, but I’ll save that for later.”  Then he walked out of the room.
    I was going to need a fucking fire extinguisher to put out the fire he’d just lit between my legs.  Maybe he would let me stick my pussy in his freezer for a few minutes to cool it off.  My stomach grumbled, yelling at me to get my ass up and get some of those pancakes Reese had been bragging about.
    By the time I got dressed and went downstairs, Reese had already put everything he needed out on the counter and was laying bacon out on a frying pan.  “Hey, I found bacon too. Hope you are hungry.”  My stomach took the opportunity to answer for me and Reese laughed.
    His big secret to perfect pancakes was the huge spoonful of butter that he put in the hot pan before pouring the batter.  There is no way he can eat like this and look like that!  Someone needs to arrest him Once again, he is breaking the law!  That made me think of handcuffs, and handcuffs made me think of being tied down to a bed, and being tied down to a bed made me think of Reese taking full control of my body…
    I must have gone to lala-land because the next thing I knew Reese was waving his hand in front of my face, calling out, “Earth to Tessa. Come in, Tessa.”
    “I’m here. Sorry. I just sort of spaced out there for a minute,”  I said and took the plate of steaming hot food and cup of coffee he was handing me.
    We ate our breakfast at the small bistro table and chair set he had in the front of the house and watched as the beach across the street started filling up with people.  A group of teenagers were setting up a volleyball set and having a difficult time getting the net to stretch tight.  I went inside to fill up our coffee mugs again, and when I came out, Reese wasn’t at the table anymore.  I looked up to see him on the beach teaching the kids how to tie a knot that wouldn’t slip.  He came running back across the street shirtless, barefoot, and sexy as hell.  At least he had finally done up that top button on his jeans.
    “Saved the day, huh?” I asked him with a smile.
    He shrugged his shoulders. “Eh, I do what I can.” Then he took the mug I was holding out to him.  We sat outside and drank our coffee in a comfortable silence.  Reese pulled my feet up into his lap and gently massaged them.
    After finishing our coffee, we went inside to put on our swimsuits.  We actually had to put them on twice because, once Reese saw me in my little black two-piece, he ran across the room, picked me up, and threw me on the bed.  An hour later, we made our way across the street to the beach.
    “I’m not so sure about this, Reese.  What if there are sharks?” I asked, knowing that I was being ridiculous.
    “No sharks, baby.  Come on. I’ve got you.”
    I nodded once and then loosened my death grip from his neck where I had been clinging to his body for dear life.