Page 16 of Bloom and Burn
He misunderstood me as coming onto him, didn’t he?Shit. I didn’t mean it that way but… I reach out and stroke his cheek, the contact causing more of those delightful shivers to surge through me. His eyes flutter closed as he seems to enjoy our closeness too, and a heavy exhale leaves his full lips.
Damn. He’s so fucking sexy. I love having him around me even if we’ve only spent a couple of hours in each other’s company, and quite frankly, I’m not ready to let him go just yet.
“I think I want to kiss you…”
His eyes shoot open, the green twinkling like the Aurora. It’s full of want and dark promises, seductive, tempting, teasing me until I feel on the verge of bursting.
“I think this is more of a ‘I’m going to kiss you’ situation.”
I smirk. He’s such a dork. Shameless, sassy, direct. “Is that so?”
“Definitely. I mean, I don’t put out on a first date, but for you? I’ll make an exception.”
Tingling knots my stomach and chest, pushing me closer and closer to him until I’ve leaned over the console and sealed my lips against his. He sighs softly and openshis mouth in invitation, which I don’t hesitate to take. I can taste the chocolate on him, a hint of almonds, too. His tongue is slick and hot when it tangles with mine, eager to taste me in return.
This is amazing. I haven’t kissed in ages, and it couldn’t be better. The way he’s playfully chasing after my tongue, the little noises he makes as I deepen the kiss. His arms come around my neck, pulling me even closer, and his flowery scent engulfs me whole. It’s sweet like his taste, delicate and so very addictive.
Groaning, I cradle the back of his head with one hand, and grip his shoulder with the other, so I can hold him right where I want him. His mouth is mine to plunder, and I claim every inch, mapping and tasting and trying to get enough.
I’m mindblown. My head is spinning. My body’s on fire. I didn’t expect a simple kiss to turn my world upside down like this, but it did. I want more, to touch him, to hear him scream my name as I tip him over the edge.
“I think we should take this to your shop,” I whisper, pulling on his bottom lip. Our gazes clash in a fiery storm of want that I can’t fight.
“I think that’s your greatest idea yet.” He smiles and presses his palm against my madly racing heart. “I kinda want you out of your clothes.”
I unlock the car and we dash over to the Orchid’s entrance while the rain pours down on us and thunder sounds close by. He fumbles with his keys, but soon we are inside, grabbing onto whichever part of each other we can. In a stumble of limbs, we navigate our way to the backroom, where a couch, a desk and multiple worktops occupy the space.
“You didn’t lock,” I point out as he pushes me down on the couch.
He grins. “No one is crazy enough to go out for flowers in this weather. Besides, the rush isn’t until around five, when people start getting off work. We’ve got”—I receive the most devilish smirk I’ve ever seen as he drops to his knees between my legs—“at least two hours at our disposal.”
I don’t get to respond. Nah, I’m too busy moaning as he grabs my cock through my pants and gives it a firm squeeze.
“Mm, you have a monster hiding in there, Jack. I can’t wait to see it.”
Fuck, I’m going to die. He’s just too stupidly cute.
“Oh yeah? I sure hope looking at it isn’t the only thing you’re gonna do…”
He giggles impishly, sliding my zipper down. “I’ll think about it?” His lean and delicate fingers fumble with my erection, teasing and rubbing through my underwear.
“You’ll kill me.”
“Aw, that would be a waste. I’d rather blow your mind with my dick-sucking skills.”
Before I can come back with anything smart, he pulls my briefs down and swallows me to the root. Just like that, without a preamble or a warning. I groan like a dying bull, every nerve ending short-circuiting.
Fuuuck, it feels so good. The hot wetness of his mouth as he licks and sucks on my cockhead and shaft fries my brain, turning me into a mess within seconds. His hands roam under my shirt, exploring, claiming and driving me crazy. I suspected he’d be fire, but I wasn’t prepared to be swept away by the tornado of want brewing between us.
Because I can’t get enough. Of his touch, of his mouth, of the noises he makes. He hums in pleasure as he sucks me, mumbling nonsense praises as he brings me closer to the edge.
“Enough,” I manage in-between moans, closing my eyes so the erotic sight of his desire-filled gaze doesn’t finish me right here and now.
“But why?” He bats his eyelashes innocently when I look at him after a deep and tense exhale. “I was just getting started.”
God have mercy on me. What did I get myself into?
Stroking his silky hair, I place a chaste kiss on his wet lips. I can taste myself on them and I almost lose my mind. I’ve had my fair share of sex and partners, but nothing has electrified me like this. My stomach is twisted in knots, my muscles are flexed in anticipation. I want to see more of Ryan, to make his head spin from pleasure.
