Page 26 of Blind Attraction

His palms began to sweat, and his throat constricted. There was no time to breathe. No time to think. He wanted inside her and his world would end if he didn’t get there soon. He gripped the waist of his shirt, pulled it off and threw it to the floor.

Her head turned, following the noise and when he sat back on his haunches, simply staring at her face, she frowned and blinked back at him.

“Mitchell?”

He moved closer, hating the confusion in her voice. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I...I can’t see.” She swallowed and sat up. “I need you to tell me what to do.Show mewhat to do.”

He shuffled closer until they were an inch apart. “Just touch me.” He picked up her hands and placed them on his chest, one over his heart. Leaning in, he nipped her chin, kissed her neck. “I want you to touch me everywhere.”

Her head fell to the side giving him better access to lick and nip and nuzzle. The tender stroke of her fingers fell down his pecs, waving over each of his ribs, and stopped at the waist of his boxers. His mind screamed for her to go lower, to grip him again and relieve some of his suffering.

“Allie, are you sure you want to do this?” He licked a trail along her collarbone.

“Yes,” she panted. “It’s all I want.” The elastic at his waist lowered. “Just you.”

He helped her remove his boxers, the plates on the bed colliding as he pulled first one leg, then the other free. He sat naked before her, and breathed slowly through the uncertainty. Women usually devoured him with their eyes, their lips, their tongues. He wasn’t used to going without the looks of admiration. He’d never realized the boost they gave his ego.

Alana reached for the bottom of her T-shirt—his T-shirt—and pulled it over her head. He shut his mouth to stop himself from gaping and simply gazed at her, taking in her beauty. She had the most perfect body, just like he expected. Round, pert breasts with dark pink nipples, and a slim waist he couldn’t wait to get his hands on.

“I hope you’re not staring.” She grinned at him as she started to lower the loose boxers and her panties at the same time.

“I’m sorry to disappoint.” His voice went hoarse.

Alana licked her lips, a nervous gesture that had him gripping his cock in an effort to beat back his arousal. “You’re beautiful.”

Her gaze lowered and her hands came up to run over his shoulders, around his neck. “Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips claimed hers, soft at first, then the pressure changed into an uncontrollable urgency. They gripped at one another, their hands roaming each other’s bodies in a frenzy he couldn’t understand and didn’t contemplate. He leaned into her and hugged her close while he lowered her to the pillows.

She lay in his arms, her gaze unfocused around his chin. Her hips pressed into his, the tiny gyrations making his erection rub against her sex. He growled and ran his hand over breasts that begged to be cupped and a waist that yearned to be trailed in kisses. Her fingers rested on his shoulders, their grip becoming tighter the further south he traveled.

When he reached the mound of curls between her thighs, she sucked in a breath. The musk of her arousal lay heady and hypnotic in the air. Later he would taste her, suck her pussy lips into his mouth and feast on her. But now he wanted to touch. He trailed lower, brushed her clit and smiled to himself when she bucked.

“You mentioned before that no man had ever brought you pleasure.”

She nodded. “Except you.”

“So tell me now, do I make you feel good?”

He ran his index finger through the wet juices of her slit and she responded with a gasp.

“Yes,” she panted, swallowed. “I love how you touch me.”

With teasing slowness he nudged two fingers inside her core, then retreated. He repeated the movement over and over and over again, each time sinking a little deeper until her hands clung to the headboard and she whimpered in need.

He lowered himself down her body, licking a path down her stomach. One of her hands clutched his hair, her fingers gripping the strands tight enough to make his cock jerk. He kissed her curls and swiped her clit with his tongue.

“Oh, god, Mitchell.” Her hips rocked with his strokes, each motion sinking them deeper. The sound of her cries, the suction of her pussy, the heat of her body, drove him wild. He needed to take her. To sink into her. To spend himself in the most enticing woman he’d ever seen.

He twisted and turned his fingers with each withdrawal, hoping to find her sweet spot. At the same time, he sucked her clit into his mouth. Two strokes later he was rewarded with the first spasm of her core.

“Mitchell.” She cried his name and pulled at his hair. He didn’t stop. He worked her harder, flicking and licking the bundle of nerves until her back arched off the bed and she gasped with pleasure. Watching her writhe in orgasm filled him with overpowering emotion. His heart palpitated, his stomach turned, and his throat tightened. He clenched his eyes closed, silently thanking her for the trust she’d gifted him.

Gradually her body stilled, the only sound between them coming from their frantic breaths.

“Ready for round two?”

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