Page 40 of Blind Attraction

“Yeah, sweetheart?” His mouth was still on her neck, his tongue licking, his lips caressing. His hand went higher, the tingling of his fingers passing over the sensitive muscle of her inner thighs.

“Stop,” she whispered and reached up to clench the material of his shirt in her fist. The voices of the other men came from only feet away. They were engrossed in conversation, only she couldn’t see them to tell where their attention lay. What if they were watching?

“You really want me to stop?” He breached the edge of her shorts, going under the material to swipe directly down the heat of her panties.

She clenched his shirt tighter and wavered with the unfamiliar burst of ecstasy.

“You’re so wet.” His voice came low beside her ear, so low she barely heard it. “I can feel your juices.”

A moan escaped her lips and she was thankful it wasn’t loud enough to stop the banter from the dining table. “Someone will see.” She moved into him, leaning into his shoulder while his teeth came up to graze her chin.

“No one’s paying any attention.” He kissed one side of her lips, then the other while his fingers continued to torment her pussy through the moist material of her underwear. “And besides, the blanket is covering everything. They wouldn’t be able to tell what I’m doing.”

“Of course not.” She panted and clenched her thighs together when the crotch of her panties was pushed to the side. “They would automatically think you were searching for your keys.”

He licked the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth to him, eager and waiting, even though she’d only just told him to stop. “Exactly.” The heat of his breath entered her mouth, followed by the delicate slip of his tongue. “I love watching you. I love knowing I’m the only man to make you feel like this.”

She ground into his fingers, letting the digits breech the entrance of her sex. Each movement forward was like a stroke of heaven, the sensation not only making her core clench, but her whole body shudder. “I want you, Mitchell.”

“You’ve got me, sweetheart.” His kiss was sweet against her lips, the gentleness in complete contrast to the erotic way he pleasured her body.

“No.” She shook her head and broke the kiss. “I want you inside me. Now.”

He pulled away and gripped the back of her neck with a firm palm. “God, I want that too.” He squeezed her neck and rested his forehead against hers. “What is it with you, Allie? Why can’t I take my mind off you? I can’t take a single breath without wishing I was touching you.”

Her heart grew wings and soared straight from her chest.

He felt it too.

Grasping the material in her fist tighter, she pulled him toward her. “Take me to your room and show me.”

His fingers left her sex in an instant and the blanket flew off her legs in a flourish. Before she moved her feet to the floor, he pushed from the couch and swept her into his arms. She squeaked and clasped her hands around his neck. The weight of heavy gazes from a now quiet dinner table settled on her and she rested her head into Mitchell’s shoulder, determined not to blush. They didn’t say a word. She didn’t have the luxury of reading their expressions and right now she was thankful.

Mitchell was all that mattered.

Her limited sight faded as he carried her into the darkened bedroom, placing her feet on the floor before he closed the door with a hard push. The light flicked on and she shut her eyes with a snap.

“Sorry.” He moved in front of her, his dark hair and shaded face coming into view.

She reached out and smiled when her palm brushed the rough stubble of his cheek. Her vision was improving. She could make out the darker color of his lips and see the faint hint of a grin.

Her hand slid around to cup the back of his head and pull him closer. “What are you waiting for?”

He needed no further instruction. His hands gripped her hips, and she gasped when he lifted her from the ground. Her legs encircled his waist, clinging to him as her arms gripped his neck.

“In a few minutes, you’ll be wishing I didn’t rush.” He backed her into the wall, her shoulders pressing into the smooth, cold plaster with a thump.

“Shh.” She clung tighter in panic. His band mates wouldn’t need to be psychic to know what they were doing. She just didn’t want to point it out with a big neon sign.

“A little late for that,” Mason called from behind the door.

Alana cringed and rested her head against the wall.

“Forget about them.” Mitchell’s breath fanned her face. “It’s only us in here.” He kissed her lips, swept his tongue into her mouth. “Only me and you.”

She moaned and ground her hips into him.

“Christ, I want you, Allie.” He lowered her legs to the ground and proceeded to pull down her shorts, leaving her bare from the waist down. “You’re so damn hot. So damn perfect.”

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