How do you live with yourself when you are the reason you lost the one thing that meant the most to you.
Timing is everything and for Reed, he can never seem to catch a break. When Reed returns to Boston to redeem himself he finds that Elle has already moved on, building a new life, a new beginning. He needs her to know that he meant every word before he left, that he never meant to leave her. Will he ever get that chance to tell her?
How do you love again when the one person who made you feel like you were his whole world left you with a broken heart? Hoping that life and new friends could keep her memories and feelings for Reed at bay, Elle chases life and all that it has to offer until she is confronted with heartbreak again.
Is time and space enough to get past losing your once in a lifetime or will Elle be always Wanting Reed?
Wanting Reed left me wanting more. I loved reading what happened to Reed and Elle. I loved Reed in Breaking Elle and this book made me love him even more. What do you do when you think that your life is over, you start over and hope that you can make things better. That is what Wanting Reed is all about, starting over. Reed and Elle went through a lot and thought that there was no way for them to both get what they really want. While reading this I was mad, angry, disappointed, and happy. I love the new characters that are introduced in this story and the way that Elle grows to a level that she never saw coming. Reed learned a lot from the way that things went down and that he did not want to repeat the same mistakes over. Overall I enjoyed this book and I hope to read more about this group.
"Best view ever.” I spin around in the direction of his smooth voice and immediately soak him in. He’s leaning against the doorjamb with one leg crossed over the other and holding his arms behind his back, looking as impeccable as ever. His shaggy brown hair is just the right length, resting at the nape of his neck, just enough for me to pull. He's wearing a pair of deep blue warm-up pants that hang loosely on his narrow hips and a matching blue jacket unzipped at the neck with a tight, white T-shirt peeking underneath. Reed has become more toned and defined with all the training he's been doing for NFL tryouts. I am definitely reaping the benefits of that right now. A smirk crosses his face as his piercing blue eyes scan every inch of my scantily clad body. I know all too well what's on his mind. His sensual eyes remain on me as he strolls toward me and pulls out a box from behind his back.
“For you." He winks, kissing me hungrily on the lips. He smells freshly showered and spicy and tastes like minty like his toothpaste.
I squint my eyes at him, taking the plain white box with a big red bow and ribbon from his hands. After agreeing for him to pick out my Halloween costume, he's been like a little boy at a candy store. I catch the smirk on his lips and the glimmer in his eye when I hold it in front of me.
"What’s wrong?" He asks with a laugh.
"I'm just worried about what’s in this box."
“Don't be. Trust me. You’ll love it as much as I do."
“Well, isn’t that reassuring?" I grin, poking him in his chest.
“No need to worry. You're going to look delicious." The corners of his mouth turn up wickedly. "You're with me and only me."
"Oh, aren't we being a little possessive?"
“Maybe a little.” He looks down at me and plays with strands of my hair. "Speaking of a little, I need a lot. Right now,” he says, grabbing me by the waist. “Trick or Treat?” He winks.
“That all depends on what's in this mysterious white box,” I reply with a quirked eyebrow as I set the box down on the dresser. Closing the space between us, he groans in satisfaction when I rub my body against his.
“Don't worry about what's in there. I need something sweet,” he growls, running his lips down my neck as he gently backs me up toward the bed.
"First, I get to choose what you’re going to be for Halloween." I give him a beguiling smile as I eye him up and down, imagining him in a snug-fitting gray and blue uniform. "Cop."
"Cop?" he replies, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I’ve always had a thing for men in uniform,” I whimper, placing my palms flat on his chest and sliding them down to the waist of his pants. "I have this fantasy of you frisking me and cuffing me to the bed."
“Oh fuck I'm loving this fantasy of yours," he moans. Grabbing my ass, he tightly presses me against his heat. "I can definitely make that come true for you.”
"What the charge, Officer Reed?"
"Concealed weapon and indecent exposure,” he growls into my ear as he lifts me and throws me onto the bed. I glance at the clock and up at him as he slips off his clothes and crawls over me. "Or should I say decent exposure?" he rasps as he deftly unclasps my bra, palming one breast while he puts his soft lips on the other.
“Oh... baby. Do you think we have enough time?” I gasp, trying to finish my thought, but it’s futile.
"Don't worry about Tommy and Juju. They’re adults. I’m not rushing anything right now. I want to practice, get into character. I'm going to be one bad cop, baby," he says with a grin playing across his lips.
"Are you going to book me?" I murmur innocently as his tongue skims over my lips.
"I want to fuck you instead. Is that all right with you?" He grins as he spreads my legs with his body, cradling himself between my thighs.
Staring into his eyes makes me want to fulfill his every desire. I will not deny him.
"Yes.” I pant. “Yes.” My hands instinctively fist in his hair and I pull.
"I think they call that assaulting a police officer. He says in a gravelly voice. "You can do some hard time for that."
"Hard, huh?" I bite his lower lip, grinding my hips against his erection. "Throw the book at me, officer."
"I am doll,” he says through a smile, as he lowers his mouth around my aching nipples. He sucks and bites on one and then the other. I close my eyes, devoured by a sea of pleasure that only he can give me. "You like how that feels?”
“Yes, baby." My gasp. "Please... Reed…if you don't put your cock inside me right now, I'm going to die."
“I need to taste you first."
The mere sound of his words make me heady and causes my body to go into a frenzy. Oh, god. His declaration unleashes a torrent of need in me. My body can't wait any longer. My next words come out in a breathy whisper.
"Whatever you want. My body is your temple."
"Good." He smiles salaciously, trailing his hand down the length of my body. "I fucking want you so damn bad."
He blazes kisses down my body and then his wet, hot mouth devours my clit. He circles his tongue around my folds while his fingers move in and out of me. "Fuck, you're so wet." he moans in ecstasy. I place my hands on his head, guiding his mouth over me. His indulgence pushes me to the edge. Lifting his mouth off me, he plunges his fingers deep inside me and rubs my nub with his thumb while he kisses my stomach. He moves back down, replacing his fingers with his mouth. I can barely speak as his tongue fiercely laps over my clit again and again, increasing the friction with every stroke. There is no other feeling like it, and I scream in elation. I feel the vibration of his mouth as he groans against me while I come. After a few minutes, he kisses his way back up to my mouth as I fist his hair in my hands and tug.
"Baby, please, I want you inside me. I want more."
He smiles and continues kissing me and ignoring my pleas. His hard cock rubs against my stomach, clearly exhibiting how much he needs me. I need him. I lower my hand and start to stroke him, but he pulls my hands away and holds them above my head. There is nothing I can do as his cock twitches against me. I love feeling completely vulnerable with Reed.
"Believe me, baby, I'm going to give you all of me," he moans, sliding his cock across my sensitive skin. My heart beats feverishly in my chest when I feel him enter me. My hips impulsively rock back and forth against the heat of him. He moves up and down, allowing me to feel every inch of him thrusting deeper inside me.
He takes one of his hands and moves my head to the side, deftly pulling my hair to kiss me and sighing into my mouth. "You feel so fucking good." His voice is filled with lust as he keeps his precise, focused rhythm, plunging inside me as I tighten around him. I mewl when he pounds deeper and harder into me, digging my nails into his shoulders as I rock my hips against him forcefully. "Does it feel good, doll? I want to hear you say it, baby. Tell me,” he whispers into my ear. “Tell me you want me to make you come again."
"Make me come," I moan. “Please, Reed." Every muscle in my body instantly tightens as I stare into his eyes. My heart is pounding, and I fist his hair in my hands as he works me so good. Pressing my legs against him as hard as I can, the orgasm rips through my body recklessly, consuming every bit of me like only he could allow. He pants hard and continues to thrust and pound until moments later I feel him release his warmth inside me. A groan escapes his mouth as he presses his powerful body on top of mine. He finds my lips and gently collapses next to me where we lie quietly for a couple of minutes; the only sound is our labored breathing.
"Can we try something new next time?" I finally break the silence, pushing the hair away from his eyes and pulling him closer to me so that I can reach up and kiss him again.
“Sure," he replies, kissing my shoulder. “Whatever you want." I close my eyes as he caresses me in all the right places. I never realized how much my body yearns and craves his touch until tonight.
“Cuffs," I say, opening my eyes. The guarded, dark look in his eyes sends a shiver through me. It thrills and frightens me at the same time. I want it that way. The pleasure and pain.
“Oh...shit. I like the sound of that,” he growls. "I'm going to use you, worship you and love you. Please, let me make you mine,” he whispers into my ear. “You trust me, baby?"
Antoinette Candela was born and raised in Upstate New York and is an avid New York Yankees and Dallas Cowboys fan. She moved to Boston in her twenties and attended Northeastern University to study Business Management. As a child, she enjoyed reading and writing and penned her first story at the age of thirteen. She has always had a vivid imagination and finally decided to put her thoughts and musings down on paper.
Breaking Elle and Wanting Reed are her first self-published works with many more to come.A few other interesting facts about Antoinette include: she is of Italian decent, has three brothers, was a tomboy growing up, plays the clarinet and dabbles with the piano. When she's not planted in front of her computer writing, she can be found at the gym, running her kids around Boston, or at the beach soaking up the rays and enjoying a good book.