Page 102 of He's The Reason Why

“Huh?” She was so revved up she couldn’t believe he was putting on the brakes. “Get back over here and finish what you started.”

He waved a finger in front of her. “Now, now, Princess. You heard the lady. We have to be out of here in, oh, thirty minutes. I’m sorry, that’s not enough time for what I have in mind.”

She stared at him. “You’re kidding. Right?”

“Where’s the zipper on this thing? I thought it would be in the front.”

She lifted one arm and pointed to the side zipper. “Front zippers cause camel toe.”

When he stepped closer to examine the zipper, she tried to capture him by draping her arms around his neck, but he gave a tsk, took her hand in his, and raised her arm again.

“You can’t go home looking like this. You’d attract all kinds of attention.” He tugged the zipper down in super-slow motion, his fingers brushing her skin as he went.

It left a trail of fire all the way down her side.

“I agree.” She stretched her arm up to give him access. “I should definitely get out of this thing.”

When he got the zipper all the way down, she started to pull her arms out, but he stopped her with firm hands.

“Allow me.” He slid the shoulder of her costume off. He kissed the newly exposed skin, his breath making all of the tiny hairs stand on end. “You brought a go bag, right?”

“Yes.” She couldn’t think straight. Her body had staged a takeover of her brain.

“Good.” He slid the other shoulder down and brushed his lips across the tiny sensitive spot behind her ear that she didn’t know she had.

She shivered and clutched his shoulders for support. “Why?”

“You’ll need to wear something home. Can’t go naked.”

“Why are we going…oh God…”

His hand caressed her inner thigh and brushed across a region that desperately wanted to be touched.

“Can’t do this here.” His voice was thick and deep enough to make her insides vibrate.

“Why…not?” She was already wet, and he hadn’t done anything but kiss her and take her top down.

“Too rushed. You deserve to be savored.”

She’d never make it home. If he kept this up, she’d explode.

Blake blazed a trail from her neck to her collarbone with quick, hot kisses.

She reached out to pull up his shirt, but he took her hand in his. “I don’t need to change.”

An embarrassingly frustrated sound emerged from her throat. “We only have thirty minutes. You need to be naked. Fast.”

“I don’t think so.” He pulled the top all the way down to her waist, exposing her breasts to the chilly, air-conditioned air.

Her nipples sprang to attention.

He stared at them like a kid eyeing an enormous ice cream cone. “No bra?”

“It’s built in.” She arched her back in smug anticipation. Surely, he’d get down to the business at hand now.

Blake brushed his thumbs across her breasts, then gently kissed each nipple. “Nice.”

She put her hands through his hair and encouraged him to linger.

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