Shifting Gears (Reynold’s Restorations #3) Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Reynold's Restorations Series by Melanie Moreland
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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I groaned as she slipped her hand under my waistband and her fingers touched my hard cock. She wrapped her hand around me, and I bucked into her touch. She stroked me, exactly the way she knew I liked it.

Exactly the way she had in the past. She knew how to please me. What to do to make me lose control.

I knew I would have regrets. But right now, I didn’t give a damn. Maybe if I fucked her again, already knowing the outcome, I would get her out of my system.

I pulled back, our eyes locking. I saw a glimmer of uncertainty I had never seen before in her eyes. Another small glimpse into a hidden vulnerability that was new to me. Her words from before whispered in my brain. “I was drugged.”

“Can we do this? Are you all right?” I asked, wanting to be sure.

She blinked at my question. “We can,” she assured me, kissing my neck, still stroking me. “I’m okay, Brett.” She smiled, cupping my face. “I’m safe with you.”

“Always,” I growled before covering her mouth with mine again. I kissed her with everything in me. All the passion I felt for her. The longing that had been building since she left. The unspoken words between us. I stood, carrying her to the bedroom, lowering her to the bed, never letting go. We kissed and teased, tasted, and explored, pushing aside the last of our clothes. We were everywhere on the bed. I rediscovered all the spots I loved. The odd smattering of freckles under her left breast. The ticklish spot by her right hip. The way she sighed as I touched her, opening her legs and letting me explore every inch of her. She stroked my rock-hard dick. Licked and sucked on my nipples. Bit at my skin with playful nips. Cupped my balls, running her feet down the backs of my legs. Whimpered and moaned, her sounds turning me on even more.

“Jesus, you’re so wet,” I whispered, sliding my fingers over her, gently teasing her clit the way she liked.

She gasped, arching closer, my name falling from her mouth.

“You like me touching you, Shutterbug, don’t you?” Her nickname came out before I could stop it.

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

I covered her mouth again, my tongue and fingers in tandem, until she stiffened, her orgasm racing through her.

“Protection,” I groaned.

“Still on birth control. No one since you,” she replied, pulling me down to her. “Please, Brett,” she begged prettily. “Please.”

Her assurances of only me did something inside my chest. Our eyes locked and held as I slid inside her. Inch by inch, her heat wrapped around me, her body drawing me in, surrounding me until we were flush, my cock inside her so deep, I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. I held myself still, the enormity of the moment crashing around me. I had never expected to be with her again. To feel this way.

“Please,” she whispered, “Please.”

I began to move, drawing back, thrusting forward, over and over. Faster. Deeper. Harder. She met my movements, her whimpers and cries spurring me on. The bed creaked, the mattress shifted, and I knocked a pillow off the bed as I gripped the headboard. She used her feet to keep me as close to her as possible. Her nails scored the flesh of my back. Our mouths fused together, muffled groans, grunts, and pleas locked between us.

I felt her orgasm around me. Tightening, clenching, holding my cock in the sweetest of grips. My release tore through my body like a wildfire, burning and ravaging everything in its path. Hitting me with ecstasy so great, all I could do was ride it out until I collapsed, boneless and sated on top of her.

Kelly held me tight, her arms gripping me. I pressed kisses to her neck and chest, then rolled, tucking her beside me. I was pleased when she nestled close, her head on my shoulder, resting her hand on my chest. I tugged a blanket over us when I felt her shiver. The light from the hall was the only glow in the room, and I peered down at her quizzically.

“Okay, Shutterbug?”

She nuzzled my skin. “I’m great.”

I traced a finger down her cheek. “Yeah, you are.”

She sighed, the sound soft in the room.

“Did you want me to leave?” I asked.

“No.”

I tucked my arm under my head. “Good. I like it here.”

“Me too.”

I couldn’t stop my smile. All of this was unexpected. I had no idea what it meant, and I refused to ask. Not right now. Not when for the first time in months, I felt complete and at ease. I enjoyed the silence and the feeling of her nestled against me.

“Have you—” She hesitated. “Have you been seeing anyone?”

I laughed low in my chest. “I tried, Shutterbug.”


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