Page 25 of Blindside Love

I feel like the world around us has stopped, like nothing exists anymore. All the noise has stopped, and the only thing left is her.

She’s staring up at me with these big doe eyes, dark with lust, as her tongue darts out to lick her lips. Her eyes are filled with question like she’s waiting to see what my next move is.

“What’s wrong is that I haven’t felt something like this since I first started playing hockey. It’s been years since I’ve felt it, and I don’t know what to do. Everything has felt mundane, boring, and predictable, and I loathe it. But then I met you, kitten. I’m not sure how to explain it, and I’d probably get it wrong if I even tried, but something about you feels different, reminiscent of that rush I used to get with hockey. I feel like I’m chasing a high with you.”

“What do you mean?” she whispers, our lips almost touching. I could lean forward and graze her lips, but I’m scared.

“I mean that every time I see you and the more time I spend with you, the more excited I am to continue spending time with you. To get to know you better, to earn your trust. But then tonight, watching Harris with you, smiling at you, touching you, seeing you smile at him, it made me fucking crazy, and I know I have zero right to be upset about who touches you. I have absolutely no claim. But fuck, it made me… it made me feel insane.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you were jealous? Of your friend and me?”

“Yes. I wanted it to be me you were smiling at, not him,” I tell her truthfully, only pulling back far enough to look her in the eyes. My hips continue to press into her, holding her right where I want her, pressed between my body and the wall.

“I’m smiling at you right now,” she says, a devious smile playing on her lips, her eyes blown with lust as she slowly lifts up on her tippy toes, sliding her body along my length.

“I wanted it to be me you were touching, not him.”

“It was a handshake, nothing more,” she murmurs, her face turning so her lips just barely graze mine as she speaks. “Besides, it’s you I’m touching now, not him.”

She’s right, but I still hated seeing Harris touching her. I know he was fucking with me. I saw the little glint of trouble in his eyes when he saw me watching her. But even knowing he was up to no good, I still couldn’t handle watching them together. What if she started to enjoy it? I mean, hell, Harris is charismatic, that’s for damn sure. He’s charmed the pants off of plenty of women in New York.

“It was too much, kitten. If he was thinking about you the way I think about you…” I mumble, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth and slide one hand up to grip the hair at the nape of her neck. Pulling gently, I hold her in place as I look down at her. “If he imagined half of the things I have, I’d lose it.”

“How do you think about me, Mr. Adams?” she asks, and the way she says my name sends all sorts of tingles throughout me. More importantly, almost all my blood immediately rushes to my cock so fast I feel lightheaded.

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.

“Like I’d do anything to know what you taste like. What your lips feel like. Fuck, what I’d give to know how this tiny body feels beneath me, quivering below me as I make you come over and over until you’re begging me to stop. It’s all I can think about any time you’re around, and it’s getting harder and harder to hold myself back,”

“Then why are you?”

“Because you aren’t ready,” I tell her, my grip tightening on her hair as I tilt her head up even further. She winces at the pressure, but her eyes sparkle, telling me she definitely likes this. Leaning in, I brush my lips against her neck; her quick intake of air makes me smile into her neck.

Fuck, she smells good.

“Says who? Are you my father?”

“I’m not your father, but I’m definitely not opposed to you calling me daddy,” I growl, my lips brushing against her neck until I find the spot right behind her ear and kiss gently.

“Is that so?” she purrs, one hand sliding up from her side to start drawing circles on my chest. It feels like she’s burning a hole straight through my shirt into my skin, like I’m two seconds away from being engulfed in the fire that is her. “Then kiss me, Daddy.”

I use my grip on her hair to pull her lips up towards mine as my mouth slams down onto hers. My lips take over, control hers as I take exactly what I want from her mouth. She’s tentative at first, but it doesn’t take long until she’s attacking my mouth with the same intensity as me.

As our tongues tangle, I hear her moan and feel the vibration of it in our kiss. We don’t slow down. If anything, it spurs us on.

Faster.

Harder.

Just more.

We continue making out, slammed against the side of this building in a dark and quiet alley as we finally take this little moment to explore each other.

Her hands slide down my body, sliding into my back pockets as she grabs my ass, holding me tight against her as she grinds her body against my erection.

Fucking hell. I could come without even touching her. Without her even touching me. What am I, a fucking virgin?

I pull back, tilting her head to the side with my hand still gripping her hair as I run my tongue up the length of her neck, my teeth nipping at her jaw as she squirms in my hold.

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