Strike (Completion Series) by Holly S. Roberts Page A

was impossible not to read his mind. “No, you can’t join me. I’ll be out in a minute.”
    He blinked twice and then his expression changed to determination. “Fuck that.”
    He took the steps to the shower so quickly I didn’t have time to react. He pulled the door wide and stepped inside, clothes and all.
    “Reed.” Yep , it was a squeal.
    He kissed me —his taste washing through my system, heating me hotter than the water. I thought I was in control, but when his hands grabbed my ass and ground me against the wet jeans covering his erection, I knew it was an illusion.
    Reed Tyler was in charge and always had been.
    He started speaking between kisses . “I’ve wanted you so fucking bad, Jaycee.” Kiss. “Since the first night.” Kiss, with a bite to my lower lip. “I haven’t jacked off so much since I was thirteen and discovered I could.” Kiss, plus tongue, plus hand movement.
    I gasped when he captured my breasts, molding his hands around them.
    “I want these.” Pinch to my nipples. “I want them swinging above me while I watch us fuck.” One hand moved back to my ass, his fingers digging in at the same time his hips bucked forward. “I want to bury myself deep and make you scream my name.”
    He kissed me again , but a few moments later, I managed to break away from his lips.
    “I can ’t take any more, Reed.”
    He was still fully dressed , though he’d at least taken his jacket off before he brought my bag into the bathroom. He moved me so my back hit the shower wall a foot out of the water spray. Going to his knees, while his hands ran down my waist, he lifted my thigh so I had to rest it over his shoulder. This wasn’t what I meant by not being able to take any more, but fuck, I wasn’t stopping him now.
    His tongue licked my wet folds as my hands sank into his hair. I thanked God his hair was just long enough for me to curl my fingers through it and hold tight. He kissed me, the small smacking noises making me hitch in a breath because they were suction kisses. I felt them throughout my body. No fantasy I’d ever had did justice to what his mouth was doing to me.
    His lips moved to my clit , causing me to cry out. His hands remained on my ass, digging his fingers in hard, possessing me. One hand moved slightly and his finger entered my swollen center. I yearned for that touch. It was too much, but at the same time, not enough.
    “Let go , Jaycee. I’ve got you.”
    He did have me and it had been this way since he tied me to his kitchen chair. I was so caught up in everything Reed Tyler that my life had been on hold until now.
    “Just feel , Jaycee.” God those husky words almost took me over the edge. He knew me too well.
    “You are so tight and wet and you taste like heaven. The sweetest piece of candy I’ve ever eaten. Come for me , Jaycee.” He bit down slightly on my clit and I was lost. Lost in an ecstasy so intense I didn’t know how to stop it. I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted this to go on and on.
    When I came back to earth, he was still on his knees with soaking wet clothes that had to be uncomfortable. And he was gazing at me with such intensity I fought to keep myself from panicking. But then he smiled, his slow, reckless, kissable smile, and I was lost again.
    “You’re beautiful when you come , baby. So damn beautiful.”
    “You’re wet.” It was all I could think to say.
    “So are you.” He looked at my pussy, bending forward slightly and kissing me there, just a soft touch of his lips.
    He lowered my leg to the tiled shower floor and stood while removing the wet shirt plastered to his body. I helped him until it was over his head and made a splat sound on the shower floor when he dropped it. His jeans, oh shit, I looked down, and he still had his shoes on. I started laughing and he gave his little boy mischievous grin as he managed to get his athletic shoes off followed by his socks. He hopped around while doing it, sometimes using me for balance. How