Page 27 of Blade
“But it has good coverage,” he points out. It’s clear he’s being possessive and silly. He’s fighting the urge to grin.
“You’re not going to be one of those guys who thinks everyone is after his girlfriend, are you?”
He freezes for a moment before his gaze jerks to mine.
Shit. I just called myself his girlfriend. I’ve been here like half a day. What’s wrong with me?
He grabs my hips and pulls me in between his legs, not letting go of my gaze. “Say it again.”
I slowly smile. Apparently, he’s not mad. “What? The sweatshirt looks a bit warm for this weather?”
He tugs me close, smashing me against him. I’m confident his erection is pressing against my belly. His lips come to my neck, and he playfully bites me. “Say it again, or I’ll give you a hickey where everyone can see it.”
I shove at his face. “Including my students. Blade…”
He licks my neck. “Five seconds, or you’re going to need makeup on your neck before your class starts.”
“Blade!” How does he make me laugh and cry over and over?
His teeth graze my skin right before he sucks.
I try to wiggle free. “Uncle.”
He tips his head back. “Oh, Little girl. I have the perfect name for you to call me, but it isn’t Uncle.”
My heart rate picks up. He’s so serious all of a sudden. And then he resumes kissing my neck. “Say it.” His fingers start tickling my waist.
“Fine. Girlfriend. How could that possibly please you?”
“Oh, it pleases me immensely, Little one. And I’m not worried about my guys making moves on you. They wouldn’t dare. There are things about me I have not yet told you. We’ll get to them later. For now, suffice to say, you don’t have to worry about any of these clothes. Pick out what you want, and I’ll put it on you.”
I cautiously lean around him and pick up a V-neck white T-shirt, a pair of jeans, panties, and a bra. I would push him out of the room, but the truth is, I can’t dress myself. I’m sure when my arm stops throbbing every time I try to use my fingers, I’ll be able to dress myself again, but right now, I could really use the help. It would take me half an hour and I’d be exhausted.
Shivers wrack my body when Blade pulls his T-shirt over my head, leaving me naked. He backs me up a bit so he can bend down and help me into the panties. When he rights himself, he’s staring at them. “Sexy as fuck, honey,” he murmurs.
I flush. Not just my face but my chest.
He grabs my hips, bends his head, and reverently kisses both my nipples, making me gasp and rise onto my toes. I’m so turned on that I can’t breathe, and it seems like my bra isn’t going to fit. My breasts feel heavy.
Blade slides the straps over my shoulders, though, tucks my girls into the cups, and reaches behind me to fasten the hooks. “Equally sexy,” he says.
He pulls my shirt on next and holds my jeans so I can step in. I’m humbled when he has them fastened.
“I should have chosen something easier. You’re going to get very cocky when I realize I can’t pee alone in these.”
“Oh, trust me. I’ve already thought of that,” he teases. “Won’t be locking the door next time, will you, naughty girl?”
I sigh. We’ve crossed so many lines. It seems like I’ve known him for a month instead of a day, and yet there are so many things I don’t know. He’s a cryptic man with odd secrets. I’m not scared, but maybe I should be.
Holding my good hand, he threads our fingers together and leads me back to the kitchen. “You stable enough to sit at the island? You make me nervous up there. You won’t fall, will you?”
I did tell him I’m clumsy. “I have been known to trip over my own feet, but I don’t usually fall off chairs for no good reason.”
“Okay…” He lifts me and sets me on the stool. “…but I think I’ll invest in a booster seat with straps anyway.”
“Hardy har har.” He’s joking…right?
He doesn’t laugh. He heads for the pantry and grabs a can of soup. “Chicken noodle?”
