Page 41 of Dangerous

I reached for his belt with an urgency that made him chuckle against my lips. When I got to his zipper it turned to a low groan, and his own hands began grasping for my clothes.

With some maneuvering he managed to pull my top and bra off before I could get any further with his pants. I growled into his mouth with frustration, earning myself a full laugh this time.

Obliging me, Blaine sat up and shrugged out of his T-shirt.

I stared up at all that bare, tattooed skin, drawing in a sharp breath at the sight. Everything about him made me ache with need.

He was lean rather than bulgy, but the strength in his frame was unquestionable. Screw six packs—Blaine had at least a freaking eight-pack, as far as I could count in my less than math-inclined state. I reached out and let my hand slide up across his taut abdomen, enjoying the stacks of hard muscle underneath my fingers. A fine tremor went through his body when I reached the center of his chest and spread my hand out above the place his heart beat. I looked up and was caught off guard by the raw expression in his gray eyes.

“I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you,” he said, his voice rough. Something in its pitch made my nipples harden and my pulse move down south of my navel.

“Why?” It was the question that had haunted me from that night at the hotel, even if I had done my best to pretend like it didn’t. “Why do you want me?”

The corner of Blaine’s mouth quirked up, but the heat in his eyes only seemed to flame. “Because you’re a fucking goddess.” He brushed his hands up my stomach and fanned his fingers out when he came to my chest, pushing my full breasts up in a lewd display. “I love your tits, your round hips, your smart mouth.”

“Oh,” I croaked, my attention wavering as his thumbs feathered over my already pebbled nipples. He shifted his grip to pinch at both peaks with just the right amount of pressure, and I moaned in response. My body reacted to him like a finely tuned instrument, responding to even his lightest touch. The molten sensation in my pussy made me painfully aware that I was more than ready for him.

“Blaine, I need you inside, now,” I said, reaching once again for his belt.

Blaine caught my wrists before I touched the strap of leather, pushing me down flat on my back. “Not yet.”

I frowned, frustration seeping in through my lust-filled haze. “Why the hell not?”

He raised an eyebrow at my impatience and gave my wrists a squeeze to ensure I kept them still before he moved to hover above me, his hips resting between my widespread thighs. I arched my pelvis up and he thrust down hard, giving me a sharp jolt of blissful friction right where I needed it.

“Yes,”I moaned, attempting to roll my hips up again for more, but he kept my lower body pinned to the mattress.

“Trust me, love,” he whispered, letting his hot breath gust over my chest. I groaned with frustration.

“I’ll trust you once you’re inside of me!”

“Shh,” Blaine admonished. And then his lips found mine. His kiss was scorching and left me panting, but he didn’t linger. With small nips and hot kisses he trailed up my jawline until he got to my earlobe.

“Every time I see your beautiful body, I want to bend you over and fuck you raw. But if I do that, I miss out on this—on touching every inch of your skin and knowing it makes you ache for it, just as much as I do. I want you to beg for my cock, baby, and I want you to mean it,” he murmured into my ear, the brush of his lips against the lobe raising goosebumps with anticipation.

“I mean itnow.Please, Blaine,please,”I breathed shakily. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this.”

His lips curved in a devious smile. “Then imagine how badly you’ll want it in about half an hour or so.”

“God, you’re such a prick,” I whined, but without much conviction. Every nerve where his lips had touched me was buzzing with a near-electric awareness, rendering me incapable of gathering my thoughts.

With a hum of amusement Blaine dipped his head to my throat, and I stopped trying to think.

Heat spread in warm waves for every kiss he placed along my jugular, dipping ever lower as he reached my clavicle and lapped at the hollow with his tongue.

I moaned, long and wantonly, clutching at the sheets to keep my hands anchored above my head. As much as I wanted to feel his thick cock force me wide open, I relished in the exquisite torture of his slow caresses.

“Christ, even your skin tastes like sex,” Blaine groaned. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Even if I had known what to answer, I wouldn’t have been capable, because just then, he moved further down my chest and sucked an achingly erect nipple into his hot mouth.

“Ohh, fuck,Blaine!” I moaned, almost losing my grip on the sheets.

He flicked his tongue over the tight little bud and then sucked it deeper into his mouth with short, hard pulls that made me cry out and my clit pulse in sympathy.

When he finally released my nipple with a wet pop, I was panting hard and squirming my hips against his in a desperate attempt at getting more stimulation.

“You have the best fucking tits in the world,” he growled—and then he lowered his head to my other breast while simultaneously shifting a leg in between my thighs, lifting it up high enough to rub deliciously against the seam of my jeans.

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