Page 20 of Blind Attraction

Feeling the need to use the ladies’ room, she scooted from the bed and felt her way along the mattress. From there, she held out her arms until she reached the wall. She ran her hand along the smooth plaster and found the entry to the bathroom Mitchell had led her to last night.

Getting back to the bed wasn’t as easy. She hadn’t bothered to flick on the light when she entered the bathroom, knowing the hues clouding her vision would become more confusing. So she didn’t notice the counter before she rammed into it with her hip.

“Argh. Shit!” Pain radiated through her waist. She clutched her hip and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Allie, are you all right?”

The sweet familiar way he spoke her name made her smile through the discomfort. Not many people called her Allie, and she loved the way it sounded on his lips.

“Yeah. Peachy,” she chuckled. “I decided to give myself a hip reconstruction.” She ran her fingertips along the counter and stopped at the basin to wash her hands.

“Can I come in?”

She splashed water on her face and rinsed her mouth out. “I’m—”

The door opened, the bright light causing her to blink.

“I’m fine, Mitchell.”

His shadow moved into the tiny room, and she turned her focus back to the cool water, trying not to hyperventilate. He stood behind her, the warmth of his body seeping into her backside. Strong hands landed on her thighs and trailed up to her hipbones.

“Does it still hurt?”

She swallowed, unsure whether to laugh away her excitement or remain silent. “I said ‘I’m fine.’” Her voice came in gasps.

He massaged her hips, his touch seeping through the thin material of the silk boxers, causing an electrical current to shoot through her womb. Her head fell back to rest on his chest and she closed her eyes.

“So you want me to stop?” Fingers ran along the waistband of her boxers, teasing her with excruciating strokes.

She chuckled softly. “I didn’t say that.”

“Mmm,” he murmured into her neck, the vibrations making her breasts ache.

“You’re very thorough with your patient care.”

One hand slid from her hip, over her stomach and up to brush the side of her breast. A groan escaped her lips and she clutched the counter for strength. The fingers of his other hand delved below her waistband, slowly searching, stroking.

He leaned his erection into her ass and nipped at her neck. “You wouldn’t be the first to compliment me on it.”

Alana stiffened and fought to control the jealousy nipping at her lungs. He froze. After long seconds of thick silence he rested his forehead against her shoulder. “I’m sorry. That was tacky.” He pulled his hand from her boxers and sighed. “I can’t think around you.”

She reached her hand behind her neck and ran her fingers through the long strands of his hair. “No biggie. I was eighty-nine percent positive you weren’t a virgin.” She smiled, trying to break the discomfort. “At least I’m clued in now.”

He gave a derisive laugh. “Yeah, I’m definitely not a saint. Being slutty goes with the job, I suppose.”

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms and peered up to the dark blur of his face. “Don’t say that.” She felt her way along the hard contours of muscle on his chest, until she cupped his cheeks. “Don’t be ashamed of who you are or what you choose to do in your spare time.”

His head shook slightly. “I haven’t been, or I wasn’t until...”

Her heart stilled, waiting for him to finish the sentence. She wanted to hear him say “you,” no matter how foolish it would sound after the short amount of time they had spent together.

“...recently.”

She released her breath slowly, disguising her disappointment. His hands gripped her hips and she moved closer into his body. She brushed his hair behind his ears, and the pressure of his forehead rested against hers. Her cheeks heated with the need to kiss him. She yearned for the press of his lips, for the swipe of his tongue. If only she could see.

She ran her fingers around to the back of his neck. “I want you to kiss me.”

Her chest pounded, the fury of each heartbeat echoing in her ears as she waited for his response. When nothing came, she closed her eyes and began to silently pray.

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