Page 22 of Blind Attraction

He stared at her as she approached the bed. She looked perfect in his clothes, casual with her long hair resting over her shoulders and damn sexy with the way the oversized shirt hung from her breasts. He’d never get the picture out of his head. Or be able to pull his boxers on again without thinking of her.

“Something smells nice.”

His inner slut repliedit’s you,but instead of voicing the flirtation, he said, “I hope you’re hungry. I think I ordered enough to feed a football team.”

She strolled along her side of the mattress and sat when she reached her pillow. “I can’t believe how quick it came. I’ve only stayed at a few hotels, but whenever I’ve ordered room service, it took forever.”

“Yeah. Another perk of the celebrity lifestyle. People usually go out of their way to make you happy.” He pushed the trolley closer to the bed and sat in front of her. One by one he placed the plates on the bed and removed their lids. When he glanced up at her, a deep frown etched her brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Umm,” she rubbed the back of her neck. “Just trying to figure out how I’m going to eat.”

Score one for Mitch Davies. “I’ll feed you.”

She cringed and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.

“What?” He chuckled. “Being hand fed by my skillful fingers isn’t appealing?” He’d been referring to his guitar skills, but the heat in Alana’s cheeks implied she took his statement another way.

“As much as I like to be completely dependent on a total stranger, who happens to be extremely wealthy and famous, no, I’m not looking forward to being baby fed.” She lifted her gaze from the quilt cover and stared straight through him. “I can think of much better ways to embarrass myself.”

He grabbed a pancake off the nearest plate, tore a bite-sized piece off and held it in front of her lips. Her eyes closed and she released a soft moan.

“Those smell divine.” She licked her lips and he placed the pancake against her mouth. With ladylike politeness, she opened slightly and allowed him to feed her.

He watched her chew and had to swallow over the lump in his throat. She had the sexiest lips, both full and made for pleasure. He couldn’t pull his gaze away. Needing a distraction, he grabbed a piece of bacon from one of the plates and put it in his mouth. Not even the salty goodness made his mind wander.

Moving to his knees, he shuffled toward her, letting their legs brush when he sat. He needed to taste her, one last time to get her out of his system. Then he would eat.

He leaned into her, and she tilted her head toward him, sensing his approach. He dismissed the soft and slow advance, his hunger too strong, and went straight in to lick the sweetness from her lips. She jerked in surprise, her hands coming to land on his shoulders. He forced his way into her mouth, stroked his tongue against hers, and breathed in her feminine mewls. She yielded to his strength, kissing him back with soft licks that made his cock hard as stone. He cupped the back of her neck and leaned further into her, the soft flesh of her breasts rubbing against his chest. The ache to be inside her grew, the pressure on his balls becoming insistent.

“Thought I could smell food.” The bed bounced with Blake’s weight.

Mitch broke the kiss and growled. “Great timing, bro.”

Blake bit off a large piece of bacon and chewed. “We discussed this last night. If you leave the door open, I’m going to invite myself to the party,” he finished with a wink.

Mitch frowned, feigning a stern expression as he struggled not to chuckle.

“Just remember that the next time you two want to get funky.” Blake continued. “If the door isn’t shut, I’ll be taking it as an open invitation to join the festivities.”

Alana’s jaw gaped, and he gave a warning shake of his head to Blake, who frowned back in confusion.

“He’s joking, Allie.” Mitch placed his hand on hers and gave a squeeze.

She kept her gaze downcast and smiled. “Morning, Blake.”

“Morning, sweet cheeks,” he said around another bite of bacon.

Her dimples came out in a gorgeous show of angelic perfection and Mitch shot Blake a glare. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Than eat?” Blake raised a brow. “Nope. I don’t have any plans until the interview later. So, I’m all yours.”

Interview? “Shit! I completely forgot about the radio station. What time do we have to be there?”

“Four-thirty.”

Fuck. He’d planned to spend the day in the suite seducing Alana. He didn’t want to place her out of her comfort zone, and he couldn’t leave her here to fend for herself either.

Her gaze lifted to focus straight past him in concern.

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