He’d felt a little used. And more than a little aroused. She’d gone after what she’d wanted and she’d made it happen. Reese had been worried for a moment that he’d have to deal with hesitant, cold Audrey, to whittle down her defenses until she’d been moaning under his hands.
He shouldn’t have worried. His Audrey was fierce and even though she was a bit of a dictator between the sheets, he had to admit he’d enjoyed every moment of it.
Then he frowned at himself. His Audrey? What the hell was he thinking? Then again, it did seem like there were two parts to Audrey Petty—one part efficient, buttoned-up assistant who didn’t know how to have fun if it bit her in the ass, and one part sexual glutton.
It was an enticing combination.
His hand slid over her ass, enjoying the feel of the naked, plump cheek under his fingers. Now that she was sated, he could enjoy leisurely exploring her. Seeing her naked. He’d gotten a good look at her lush figure on the dock when they’d been skinny-dipping, but touching and seeing were two different things, and he wanted to touch everything, explore with his hands.
So he reached behind him and felt around until he found the small bag he’d stashed in the roots of the nearby tree. He pulled out the small camping lantern and set it at his head, then clicked it on.
She squinted, sitting upright on his chest. The look on her face was half-sated, half-confused. “What’s that for?”
“That’s so I can get a good look at that delicious body of yours,” Reese told her, reaching for the zipper on the hoodie she still wore and easing it down. “Unless you’re not done using me.”
She flushed, the sight evident now that they had a bit of light. “You liked being used,” she told him stubbornly.
“Oh, no complaints here,” he said with a grin. “But the night’s young and I’m without a shirt, so I figured we might as well stay out here a bit longer.” And he eased the zipper down, not entirely surprised to see a matching dark blue nightshirt underneath. “Can I get you naked?”
She rolled off him and sat next to him on the blanket, curling her plump legs delicately underneath her. “I’m just warning you, I don’t look like a supermodel. I’m not your type.”
“I’m well aware of that,” Reese told her. He pulled off the used condom and tossed it into the trash bag he’d brought for such purposes. “You’re not a supermodel,” he agreed, moving forward and ignoring her warnings and beginning to unbutton her pajama top. “Ask me if I care.”
“I’m not going to ask,” she told him.
“Good. Then neither of us is going to care,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her lightly again. “Every time I’ve touched you, it’s been dark. I want to see if there are freckles on those pretty br**sts.”
She responded to his soft, coaxing kiss, making a little mewing noise in the back of her throat that made his c**k jump in response. “There might be,” she whispered.
“Then lay back and let me count them.”
Audrey did, and the sight of her laying back on the blanket, her passion-glazed gaze on him as he undid her buttons was causing his c**k to harden all over again. It was like she’d let all of her defenses go in one big, fiery orgasm and now she was soft and pleasing and delicious in his arms. God, he liked that. She was like a present he got to unwrap every time he touched her, and this hadn’t gotten old yet. Not in the slightest. Her red hair haloed out around her head, gleaming in the light of the lantern and making the rest of her skin seem porcelain-pale in contrast.
Her gaze was on him as he slowly undid each button, until he finished the last one. Then he pushed the nightshirt apart, brushing it and the unzipped jacket to the side, exposing her torso.
And he drank in the sight of her.
He knew Audrey wasn’t reed thin. That didn’t bother him, and it didn’t seem to bother her for the most part, which he appreciated. Her body was a marked contrast from the women he normally took to bed, though, and he ran an appreciative eye over her. She had br**sts, for one. Most of the models and starlets he dated seemed to run extremely flat, which was a shame, because he loved a gorgeous pair of br**sts. And damn if Audrey’s weren’t two of the most magnificent br**sts he’d ever laid his eyes upon. They were real, for starters, and very full due to the lushness of her figure. He reached out and cupped one, feeling the weight of it in his hand with appreciation. They were heavy with their own fullness, plump and tipped with a pale pink, tiny nipple that was utterly delightful. Her pale skin was dotted with a few freckles in the valley between her br**sts, and then that milk pale, creamy color on the undersides of each breast.
“Gorgeous,” he told her truthfully. “I’ve seen a lot of br**sts and these might be the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen.” He ran the back of an appreciative finger over one nipple, enjoying the way her body jerked in response, setting that deliciously full breast to quivering.
He let his fingers slide into the valley between her br**sts, then traced down her belly. Most of the women he’d had in his bed recently were Hollywood thin, with visible ribs under the skin and concave bellies. Audrey was not. Her belly was smooth and slightly rounded just below her belly button, her waist dipping in and then flaring out at the hips again. Not his normal, but again, perfect. He found that he liked her softer curves quite a bit. His thumb grazed her belly button and then he moved lower, sliding that finger down to the triangle of her sex and the damp dark red curls there. A natural redhead. He’d known that, but he still found it fascinating and more than a bit erotic.
She moaned at his touch, raising a finger to her mouth and then biting down on it, as if she didn’t want to interrupt his exploration.
“You have an amazing figure, Audrey.” His finger stroked the wet seam of her pu**y, appreciating the feel of her. He knew she wanted him to slide deeper, to seek out her clit and begin to arouse her again, but Reese was a fan of the tease as well as sex, and he knew the small brush of his finger over that enticing seam would drive her wild. So he repeated the motion, over and over, watching her face as the little shudders of pleasure and anticipation began to rip through her. “Do you like it when I look at you? Touch you?”
Still biting down on that knuckle, she nodded, her eyes wide and soft with need.
“Is it okay if I play with you a little?”