Sitting across from Reece at the small, cozy kitchen table, Amara reached for her second slice of ‘Quattro Stagioni’ pizza, still absorbing the fact that she and Reece lived together in his two-story house. So far, she'd only seen the lower level of the structure, and she had to admit not only to herself but to Reece as well, that nothing looked familiar. She'd racked her brain for a niggle of recognition, but Reece had gathered her in his strong arms and told her to be patient and give it time. His closeness, warmth, and arousing male scene was all it took to soothe her frazzled nerves. She'd clung to him because he made her feel safe and secure, and as though she belonged in his embrace. In his life… From there, she'd relaxed and told herself to enjoy the man so willing to cater to her every whim and desire. A man who inspired decadent fantasies and a hunger that had nothing to do with the food she was feasting on. Amara to
Reece yanked off his clothes, flung them onto the small leather couch in his downstairs office, and pulled on his cotton sweatpants, forgoing a shirt as he always did at night. Sitting behind his desk, he picked up the piece of paper with the florist's name and phone number he'd written down at the hospital earlier, intent on focusing his restless energy on business. Instead, sinful, brazen thoughts ruthlessly intruded his brain... Thoughts of Amara upstairs in the bathtub, naked and wet, her skin soft, sleek, and fragrant.“Damn…” Reece whispered. The vivid mental image of touching all that feminine flesh with his hands and tasting it with slow, leisurely licks of his tongue gave him a thick, rampant hard-on, which was becoming a too frequent occurrence when it came to her. One that was getting more and more difficult to control. He shifted in his seat, which did nothing to help ease his throbbing discomfort. Reece groaned a
Satisfied that he'd return later, Amara snuggled deeper beneath the blankets, sighed, and let her lashes drift shut. Unplugging the phone in the room so Andy's call wouldn't disturb her, Reece went back to his office, knowing it would be hours until he joined Amara in his bed. He wanted her deep asleep and unaware of him before he dared to slip under the covers with her. Ten minutes later Andy called back with the information Reece was waiting for."‘This guy isn't stupid, Reece,’" Andy said, a thread of disgust in his voice. "‘He paid cash for the flowers and gave the cashier what I highly suspect is a bogus name and an address that isn't his.’" Reece shook his head in disbelief."You ran a check already?""‘Yep, and you're not going to like what I'm about to tell you.’" Feeling distinctly uneasy, Reece stabbed his fingers through his already mussed hair."Give it to me straight, Lewis." The request was unnecessary. Andy wasn't one to
Knowing he'd tormented her enough, Reece pulled her panties down her long legs and off, tossed them to the floor, and slid his palms back up the insides of her slender thighs until his thumbs finally grazed the outer folds of her feminine flesh. He looked his fill of her, so plump and pink and glistening. And so uninhibited he knew she'd allow him anything at all. It was a heady, dizzying thought. Reece raised his gaze to her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and those unwavering green eyes waiting for him to make her feel alive, and cherished, and desired. It was a simple task from his perspective, and he separated the slick folds of her sex with his fingers and stroked her slowly, seductively. A deep, throaty, on-the-edge moan escaped Amara, and her body undulated for a more explicit touch. Done toying with her, Reece settled himself between her spread thighs, slid his hands beneath her hips, and pressed an intimate, open-mouthed ki
Reece groaned deep in his throat as soft, warm lips nestled against his neck, smooth hands caressed his chest, and long, slender limbs tangled around his legs. The dream filtering through his mind and arousing his body was so erotically intense, like his fondest, most carnal fantasy come to life. He fought the consciousness that beckoned, somehow knowing if he allowed himself to wake up, the provocative dream would dissipate, and he wanted to enjoy the inviting sensations rippling through him. Wanted to let the fantasy continue and see where it led. His mind filled with images of Amara, putting her in the starring role of temptress. A damp, ravishing mouth traveled lower, spreading sensuous kisses across his collarbone and down his chest to his nipples. A wet tongue stroked, laved, and he groaned as teeth scraped across the rigid tip. Finely textured sweeps of her hair tickled his belly, heightening his need as her hot, moist breath siz
Fifteen minutes later, Reece finished preparing breakfast and she started eating. A sudden thought entered her mind and slipped out before she could stop it."It's Monday…”“Yes, it is,” he replied evenly.“I have a test at school today." She was so excited to recall something so mundane yet so crucial to her day-to-day routine that she grinned at Reece, who was sitting across the table from her. He blinked at her in surprise, a smile of his own making an appearance."Yes, you… did.""Did?" Amara didn't miss the past-tense usage of the word."I don't think you should go to school today. It's too much, too soon." He took a bite of his eggs."In fact, you might want to consider calling the school and taking the whole week off. I'm sure your teachers will be okay with your request," he added. She didn't think that would be a problem, either, but Amara was certain she'd go nuts without doing anything productive for a week, and she wanted,
The fragile, tentative bonds of their relationship could be torn to pieces when Amara eventually learned the truth. She'd already questioned their engagement in subtle ways, including the fact that she didn't have a ring on her finger. Resigned to cross that bridge when they reached it, Reece pushed the troubling thoughts from his mind, picked up the phone, and called her previous landlord. He wasn't surprised when he hung up minutes later with no new details about Amara's life in Reno. Most people were reluctant to give personal information over the phone, and this woman was no different. Reece actually appreciated the landlord's discretion, which protected Amara's privacy, even if it was to his disadvantage. Unfortunately, this meant he'd have to make a personal visit to Reno to investigate the various leads he had on Amara and her past. He spent the next few hours clearing his schedule for Wednesday, then booking a flight and mappin
Reece was so caught up in work that he didn't hear or see Amara enter his office until a small square packet dropped right on top of the paperwork he was reviewing. It took him a few seconds to recognize what had landed on his desk, but once the knowledge sank in, his stomach gave a sharp twist of dread. Reluctantly, he glanced up and found Amara standing on the other side of his desk, hands on her slender hips, her eyes blazing accusation, and her expression pinched with impatience."What happened to the bandage on your cheek?" Reece asked, trying to deflect the attention off of him."I don't give a damn about my cheek at the moment,” she replied, narrowing her gaze. “I'd rather you explain that." She pointed a finger at the prophylactic. Very calmly, Reece picked up the incriminating evidence and turned it over in his fingers, taking a long moment, trying to buy himself some extra time."Well, I have to say that it looks like a condom to me.""Don't be