Page 41 of Blind Attraction

She bit her lip, caught in a daze of compliments that she’d never experienced before and let him undress himself. The crinkle of a condom wrapper broke her from the trance and her heart increased from a gallop into a full-blown sprint. She could make out the frantic jerks as he placed the protection over his length, then he leaned back against her.

“As much as I love you wearing my shirts, I think you need to take it off.” His voice was smooth as honey. Seductive. Delicious. Tempting.

She wanted him so badly her knees grew weak. He gripped the bottom of the material and pulled it over her head. He didn’t spare it a second glance once it was off her body and thrown to the floor.

His hands found her hips, this time moving around to cup her ass and lifting her to rest back over his waist. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, but didn’t penetrate. Her core convulsed in retaliation to the tease, commanding more. She sucked in a deep breath, wanting to voice her bodies demand. “Please, please, please, please.”

Her nipples were hard as stone and sensitive to every brush of his chest against hers.

“You really want me, Allie?” He nudged forward and the hardness of his erection breeched her entrance.

She moaned and dug her nails into his shoulder, unable to form words. God, she wanted him. She didn’t know how she would ever go without his passion.

His hands ran up her thighs, holding her steady while he leaned her into the wall, his face nuzzling her neck. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured into her ear. He thrust hard, the full length of his erection sliding deep within her pussy. The invasion was smoother than silk. The desire already pooled between her thighs made it easy for him to sink home. “Goddamn.”

She pressed her lips together, fighting back another moan, a scream, a plea for more. She felt him through every inch of her body, from her toes to the tips of her fingers. He devastated her senses, devoured her self-control, and she only hungered for more.

With agonizingly slow finesse, he retreated. Her core convulsed and her thighs clamped down tighter, her fingers dug in deeper. This time when he glided home, the pleasure burning in her throat burst free, and she cried out. His advances grew in demand, hitting harder, faster. His retreats became quicker, more frantic.

He pushed more of her body against the wall and her shoulder blades rubbed with each thrust. She kissed his cheek, the side of his lips, his mouth, unable to get enough. The tension in her sex climbed to a height she’d never reached before, her walls pulsing around his hard shaft, sucking him deeper. “Oh, Jesus, Mitchell, please.” She squeezed her eyes shut. She hoped taking away the visual would stave off her climax, but his image engrossed her mind, the memory of his smile and confidence on stage only bringing her closer to the edge.

Breath left her lungs with every plunge of his cock and each time he pulled back she gasped for air. A strong arm wound around her waist, and up her back. His hand gripped her hair and pulled, dragging her head back with it. He devoured the exposed skin of her neck, kissing, licking, and when he sucked, adding the sting of pain, she came undone.

Her core convulsed in tiny spasms of the most delicious pleasure. In and out, in and out. His penetrations became less frantic, more forceful, until her ears filled with a roar she felt all the way to the center of her chest. They jolted into each other, the stickiness of their sweat now fusing their skin. The world came back into view between panted breaths and shaking limbs.

“Wow.” He puffed out the word.

She didn’t know how he was still holding her weight. Her feet hadn’t even been touching the ground and already her thighs throbbed from exertion.

Placing her arms around his neck, she leaned against the wall and lowered one leg at a time to stand on weak legs. Mitchell’s softening length left her body and he grabbed for the condom.

“I’ll be back in a sec.” His heat disappeared, leaving her to slump against the wall.

She closed her eyes and stood rooted to the spot, her limbs too heavy to move. The noise from the dining room filtered into her recovery bubble and she cringed at the thought of going back out there. Mitchell hadn’t been quiet.Shehadn’t been quiet.

When he returned moments later, Alana was in the same spot, the slight breeze from the air conditioner drying the sweat on her skin.

“You still look good enough to eat.”

Her eyes snapped opened, and she straightened. “Oh no. I’m definitely not edible at the moment.” And as much as she wanted to spend the night doing sweaty, noisy things with Mitchell, she couldn’t ignore the fact they were in a suite with many other people. People who weren’t deaf and dumb.

She also wanted Mitchell to remember she wasn’t a groupie who only wanted him for one thing. She was greedy. She wanted him all, the snuggling on the couch, the deep and meaningful conversations, and the comfortable moments spent together in silence.

“Regretting things already, sweetheart?” He walked into her and took her breath with the sweetest, most tender kiss of her life. There was no rush, no hunger, only a delicate mingling of lips and tongues.

When he broke away, she shook her head. “No. There’s no regrets.” She smiled and cupped his cheeks to bring him closer for one last peck. “I just don’t want to be remembered as another one of your groupies.”

He scoffed and rested his forehead against hers. “I know you’re not a groupie, and my memories of you will always be respectful.”

His words touched her heart, even though they had the faintest note of a good-bye.

He leaned down and picked up the shirt she’d been wearing and handed it to her. “Is this going to be your first walk of shame?”

She cringed and tried to swallow over the lump in her throat. “Unfortunately, yes.” She pulled the material over her head and took the awaiting underwear and shorts he handed her next.

He chuckled. “Well, be prepared for humiliation of Titanic proportions. I’m pretty sure Blake likes you, and he never holds back on putting shit on the people he likes most.”

After Alana freshened up, Mitch held her hand and led her from the bedroom. The conversation at the dining table softened. Even Leah, Kate, and Ryan’s wife, Julie, who had gathered in the kitchen, had turned from their gossip session to stare at them.

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