Page 103 of He's The Reason Why

“Shame we’re in a hurry,” he whispered. “These need more attention. But not now.”

“Yes, now,” she insisted.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get back to them later.” He flicked one nipple with his tongue, gave her a wicked smile, then shifted down.

She spread her legs a little more, but instead of taking thehint, he slid his hand down the length of her right calf to her boot, unzipped it, and pulled it off.

She groaned as he applied the same treatment to the other leg and boot. “You’re not serious. Are you?”

“Very.” He let the boot drop to the floor. “I love this outfit, by the way. You looked so sexy on stage tonight. I had a hell of a time keeping my hands off you.”

He leaned in for another kiss, and for the next little bit of eternity, she lost all track of time, of where they were, of everything, really. It was impossible to think, and she didn’twantto think. She wanted to feel. She wanted to forget everyone and everything and focus on the right here, right now.

She put her arms around his neck and pulled him in until he fit between her legs.

He gave a gratifying moan in response, and his hands found her ass and pulled her even closer. She could feel how ready he was, and it sent a flare of ache and need right through her, like a firework.

Her bare breasts brushed against the soft fabric of his shirt. Sitting naked like this, while he was fully clothed, made her feel deliciously naughty. She could feel the heat of him through his shirt. It turned her on to have him in between her legs like this, so close yet so out of reach.

She kissed him, slow and deep, until her lips tingled and she couldn’t breathe. He dug into the stiff muscles along her lower back and butt, sending waves of conflicting signals to her brain. On the one hand, shows always put her in need of a massage. On the other, this particular massage was making other areas of her body a lot more tense.

“Oh God…that feels good,” she said when they came up for air.

“Mmm.” Blake ran his hands down her side to where her costume dangled from her waist. “Stand up for a second?”

She hopped off the counter, steadying herself against him while they worked together to push the one-piece down, down, down until the sequined fabric pooled around her ankles. Then he picked her up, squeezing her tight against him, before he set her back down on the counter.

All she wore now was a sheer black thong. It was a scrap that didn’t cover much and hid nothing at all.

“Damn.” His voice was a thick rasp. “You sure know how to torture a man.”

She beckoned for him to come closer. “Let’s get you out of those jeans.”

He pressed in between her legs again, one hand on the wall by her shoulder, while the other started to explore the edges of the thong. “Not now.”

“Blake—”

“Shhh.” He suckled her neck. “They might hear you.”

“Who?”

His hot breath against her cool, now-wet skin created all sorts of pleasure signals to the rest of her body. She didn’t really care who heard at this point; she just wanted him to keep touching her.

He lowered his head to her breast and explored with his lips and tongue while his fingers wandered around the edges of her thong.

“The people waiting for us to leave.” His voice rasped against her breast and vibrated her all the way down to her toes.

“Oh…who cares….”

His fingers dipped down and in, then back out to circle and massage, then back in again, and she forgot what she’d been going to say.

Pressure built and expanded, and a pulsing, aching need built toward something almost…not quite…

“Blake…”

He made a low, throaty sound. “Shift.”

She wiggled her butt forward, thinking he needed better leverage, but he gripped her hips and shifted her away from him.

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