I hadn’t been expecting that. She took advantage of the fact that she’d just surprised the hell out of me and jerked free from my hold, then took off running. I wasn’t sure where she thought she was going in the dark by herself.
She wanted me to touch her . . . there. Shit. I was sunk. I couldn’t fight this. I needed to. If I wanted to save us both pain later, I could turn around and go back inside. But damn, I couldn’t find the strength to fight this need. I wanted her. I wanted her so f**king badly I was ready to make this work. Denying myself was one thing, but denying Blaire was a whole other issue.
I didn’t think about it. I couldn’t. I just acted on instinct.
I went after her.
Once I was close enough to the Range Rover, I clicked the unlock button. I was touching her tonight. Right now. Right f**king now. And it was the stupidest thing I could do. For both of us. But I just didn’t give a shit anymore. I was taking what I wanted. What she wanted.
“Get in, or I’ll put you in,” I demanded.
Her eyes went wide with shock, and she scrambled quickly into the backseat. Her sweet little ass was stuck up in the air, and my dick was instantly hard. God, why did I want her so badly? I shouldn’t do this. Blaire was the one person I couldn’t have. She knew nothing about Nan and her dad and me. This would all end up destroying me. Or maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe she would listen to me. Understand all of this.
I climbed in behind her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I didn’t answer, because I wasn’t f**king sure. I pressed her up against the seat and took another taste. The innocence pouring off her was intoxicating. She was pure. Not just with her body but with her thoughts. She wasn’t spiteful. She didn’t seek revenge. She trusted me. I was the world’s biggest dick.
I grabbed her h*ps and moved her so that I could settle between her legs. I needed the connection. The warmth. Blaire didn’t fight me but did exactly as I prompted. I wanted to claim her. Completely. But it was wrong. Too much stood between us. Things she’d never forgive. Things she would never understand. Frantic, I reached for the hem of her shirt.
“Take it off,” I said, as I lifted it over her head and threw it into the front seat. The soft, perfect skin of her br**sts peeked out of the top of the lacy bra she was wearing. I needed to see it all. I wanted to taste it all. “I want it all off, sweet Blaire.” I reached for the bra clasp and quickly undid it, then slid the bra down her arms. She was beautiful. I’d known she would be. But seeing the hard pink ni**les against her creamy, smooth skin made me realize I wouldn’t be able to go back. “This is why I tried to stay away. This, Blaire. I won’t be able to stop this. Not now.”
When someone is handed a piece of heaven, he can’t just forget it. My breathing was becoming difficult as I pulled her closer and lowered my head to pull one of those ni**les into my mouth and sucked on it, as I’d imagined doing more than once.
Blaire grabbed my shoulders and cried out my name, making any control I had thought I was holding on to vanish. I let her nipple pop free of my mouth so I could stick my tongue out and let her see the silver barbell she’d been so interested in flick over her skin. “Tastes like candy. Girls shouldn’t taste so sweet. It’s dangerous,” I told her, then ran my nose along her neck and inhaled deeply. “And you smell incredible.”
Nothing would ever smell as good as Blaire. Nothing. Her mouth was slightly open, and she took fast little breaths as I cupped her br**sts with my hands. That mouth and those lips. I couldn’t get them out of my head. Kissing had always been something I didn’t do easily. But with Blaire, it was all I could think about. She tasted so sweet and clean. Her mouth was mine and only mine when I kissed her lips.
Tugging on her ni**les, I teased her, and she moaned into my mouth. Her small hands slipped under my shirt and began exploring my stomach. She was spending a lot of time on my abs, causing a smile to tug at my lips. My girl liked my stomach. I’d give her better access if that was what she wanted.
I reached for my shirt with one hand, jerked it over my head, and tossed it away, then went right back to kissing those now-swollen lips of hers. I loved the way they felt against mine.
Blaire arched her back, rubbing her br**sts against my now-bare chest, and I had to suck in to catch my breath. Shit, that felt good. It was so simple, but it was incredible, because it was Blaire. Everything with her felt like it was new. I didn’t want to miss any of it. I wanted to soak in every moan and cry from her lips.
I wrapped her up in my arms and pressed her against me, and she clawed gently at my back as an excited sound came from her mouth.
“Sweet Blaire,” I said, and I freed her mouth long enough to pull her bottom lip into my mouth so I could suck on it. I loved how full it was. I could spend hours with just her mouth. But she was wiggling under me and opening her legs wider. She was searching, and I knew exactly what she wanted, even if she wasn’t sure.
I wanted to take my time and cherish her, but her sexy little body was getting needy and moving frantically beneath me. I touched her knee, and she jumped from my touch and then stilled. Slowly, I ran my hand up her thigh, giving her time to stop me if this was too fast.
Her legs fell open completely, as if offering me an invitation, and the smell of her heat hit me. Holy shit, that was good. So so so good. I inhaled deeply before running a finger along the wet fabric of her panties.
Blaire jerked against my touch and let out a small whimper. God, how was I gonna be able to control myself? This was too much. She smelled too good, and her sounds . . . f**k, they were hot.
“Easy. I just want to see if it’s as f**king sweet down there as the rest of you,” I told her, and she trembled in my arms. She didn’t want me to stop. The trembling and the desperate look in her eyes let me know everything I needed to know. I held her gaze and my breath as I slipped a finger inside the satin and felt the wetness there, waiting for me.
“Rush,” she said in a desperate voice as she squeezed my shoulder.
“Shhh, it’s OK,” I said.
But was it? Fuck, she was soaked, and the smell was intoxicating. The whole damn car smelled like Blaire’s arousal. I was so close to coming in my jeans it was ridiculous. She hadn’t even touched me.
I buried my head in her neck and tried to smell the sweet scent of her skin and get some control. Her arousal was about to kill me. “This is too f**king much,” I told her.
Then I moved my finger through her hot, slick opening, and she bucked underneath me and screamed out my name. Shit. Oh, f**k. Shit. I was panting. I couldn’t catch my breath. I moved my finger and slid into the tightness waiting for me, and her body squeezed me, sucking my finger in.
“Shit. Motherf**king hell. Wet, hot . . . so f**king hot. And Jesus, you’re so tight.” My words sounded as out of control as I felt. Nothing should be this f**king amazing.
“Rush. Please,” she begged me. “I need . . .” She didn’t finish her thought, because she was so damn innocent she didn’t know what she needed. God, she had me. That was it. She had me. I couldn’t let her go. Not now. I was owned.
I pressed a kiss to her chin, as she threw her head back and arched into me. “I know what you need. I’m just not sure I can handle watching you get it. You’ve got me all kinds of worked up, girl. I’m trying hard to be a good boy. I can’t lose control in the back of a damn car.”
She shook her head frantically. “Please, don’t be good. Please.”
Fuck me. “Shit, baby. Stop it. I’m going to explode. I’ll give you your release, but when I finally bury myself inside you for the first time, you won’t be sprawled in the back of my car. You ’ll be in my bed.” I would not take her in the back of this car. She was too damn precious for that.
I moved my hand and slid my thumb over her cl*t to rub it gently as I slipped my finger in and out of her greedy entrance. She began clawing at me and panting my name. The begging was about to kill me. All I could think about was what it would feel like to be buried up inside this heaven and have her begging me for release. Fuck, I was gonna come.
“That’s it. Come for me, sweet Blaire. Come on my hand, and let me feel it. I want to watch you.” I wasn’t sure if she even understood what I was asking her for, but I couldn’t be quiet.
“RUUUUUUSH!” She cried out my name and began riding my hand as she jerked and trembled. Her hands grasped for me like she thought she was falling. I held her as she chanted my name. My world exploded, and I bent my head to breathe her in as I shuddered, unable to believe what had just happened.
“Ahhhh, yeah. That’s it. Fuck, yes. You’re so beautiful,” I told her, as I let the waves of pleasure wash over me. She began to ease her hold on me as a sweet, lethargic smile touched her lips. I removed my hand from between her legs and enjoyed her smell before slipping my finger into my mouth and tasting her.
She tasted even better than I’d expected. Was that even f**king possible?
Blaire’s eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes to look up at me.
I could see the moment she realized exactly why I had my finger in my mouth. The shocked look was followed by pink cheeks. She had just screamed my name and come apart in my lap, but the sight of me sucking her off my finger made her blush.
“I was right. You’re just as sweet in that hot little pu**y of yours as you are everywhere else,” I told her, just to see if her eyes could get any bigger.
She closed them tightly, unable to look at me.
I started laughing. She was perfect. “Oh, come on, sweet Blaire. You just came wild and sexy all over my hand and even left some claw marks on my back to prove it. Don’t go getting shy on me now. ’Cause, baby, before the night is over, you will be nak*d in my bed.” And I meant that. I wanted her in my bed. And if this could possibly get any better, I wouldn’t let her out.
She peeked back up at me, and the interest in her eyes made me bite back a groan. I would not do anything else in this damn car. She was too good for a car. I wanted to give her the best of everything. That included the best of sex.
“Let me get you dressed, then I’ll go find Bethy and see if she needs a ride or if she found a cowboy to take her home,” I said.
She stretched her body out like a cat, and I clenched my fists to keep from grabbing her and claiming her mouth again. “OK,” she agreed.
“If I wasn’t hard as a damn rock right now, I’d consider staying right here and enjoying the sleepy little pleased look in your eyes. I like knowing I put it there. But I need some more,” I whispered against her ear.
She tensed, then eased back against me. Damn, I had to get her clothes on her—and fast.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I reached for her bra and concentrated on dressing her. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder before I covered it up with her shirt. She had let me put her bra and shirt back on without protest, and the caveman in me was beating on his chest. I loved taking care of her, and having her let me only made me a little more insane where she was concerned.
“I’d prefer you stay out here while I go find Bethy. You have that well-pleased look on your face, and it’s seriously sexy . I don’t want to end up in a fight,” I told her once I had her covered up again.
“I came here with Bethy because I was trying to encourage her not to sleep around with guys who would never look at her for more than a fun time. Then you came with us, and now here I am in the backseat of your car. I feel like I owe her an explanation,” she said, looking worried.
I had assumed Bethy had been trying to ruin Blaire, but Blaire had been the one to reach out to Bethy. Interesting. My sweet Blaire was trying to save the world from itself. No one had ever saved her. Until now. Damn time someone showed her how special she was.
She was watching me nervously. Did she think she had just done what she was trying to stop Bethy from doing? Surely she understood this was different.
“I’m trying to decide if you meant that to sound like you were doing what you encouraged her not to do,” I said, as I moved over her and slid a hand into her hair. “Because I’ve had a taste, and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.” This was nothing like what she was trying to stop Bethy from doing. I would have never touched Blaire had I not been sure I was claiming her as mine. There would be no one else touching her.
I leaned down and kissed those lips I loved so much. Tasting her bottom lip with the top of my tongue had become one of my favorite things to do. She always shivered when I did it, and the taste was always delicious.
“Mmmmm, yeah. You stay here. I’ll get Bethy to come out and talk to you,” I whispered against her mouth.
She nodded but didn’t say anything else.
I moved away from her warmth and opened the door to get out. I had to find Bethy and get us home. I wanted Blaire in my room. In my bed. I wanted more of what we’d just had. I could fix the past. I could make it all right. I would make it right for Blaire. I had to. I couldn’t lose this.