Page 90 of Blindsided
He kisses me again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes me moan softly. His hand skims down my side, finding the hem of my t-shirt and slipping underneath to touch bare skin. I arch into his touch, suddenly desperate for more.
“Wait,” I gasp, pulling back just enough to look at him. “The door—”
“Locked it behind me,” he murmurs against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“And the others?”
“Breakfast meeting in the east wing. We have hours.”
That’s all the reassurance I need. I pull him down for another kiss, wrapping my legs around his waist as he settles more fully on top of me. His weight isdelicious, solid, and real in a way that grounds me when everything else feels uncertain.
His hands are everywhere. Tracing the curve of my waist, cupping my breast through the thin cotton of my shirt, sliding along my thigh. Each touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake, my body responding with an eagerness that would be embarrassing if he weren’t so obviously affected, too.
I tug at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. He sits back just long enough to pull it over his head, revealing the tattooed torso I’ve been imagining since that first glimpse on the plane. Celtic patterns wind around his arms, disappearing beneath his jeans, while a stylized dragon curls across his left pectoral.
“Your turn,” he says, his voice husky as his fingers find the edge of my shirt.
I hesitate only briefly before lifting my arms, letting him pull the garment over my head. The cool air pebbles my nipples, and I resist the urge to cover myself as his gaze roams over my exposed skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, and the reverence in his voice melts away any lingering self-consciousness.
His mouth finds my breast, tongue circling the sensitive peak before taking it between his lips. I arch off the bed, a gasp escaping me at the sensation. His hand slides up my other side, palming myneglected breast with just the right pressure.
“Kane,” I moan, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him to me.
He hums against my skin, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core. His free hand travels lower, tracing the waistband of my shorts before dipping beneath to find me already wet for him.
“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers exploring dripping pussy. “You feel amazing.”
I can’t form words, can only whimper as he finds my clit, circling it with just enough pressure to drive me wild but not enough to push me over the edge. My hips buck, seeking more, and he obliges, sliding one finger inside me while his thumb continues its maddening circles.
“Please,” I finally managed, tugging at his hair to bring his face back to mine. “I need—”
“What do you need?” he asks, his eyes dark with desire as he adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously. “Tell me.”
“You,” I gasp as he crooks his fingers, finding that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. “Inside me. Now.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He withdraws his hand, making quick work of his jeans and boxers while I shimmy out of my shorts and underwear. Then he’s back, gloriously naked, his body coveringmine as he settles between my thighs.
The feel of him, hard and hot against my entrance, nearly undoes me. He pauses, forehead pressed to mine, breathing ragged.
“Protection?” he asks, and I almost laugh at his restraint when I can feel how much he wants this.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “And I’m clean. You?”
“Clean,” he confirms. “Got tested after my last relationship ended.”
That’s all we need. With one smooth thrust, he’s inside me, filling me in a way that makes both of us groan. He stills, giving me time to adjust, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained.
In answer, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. His control snaps, and he begins to move, each thrust driving me higher, closer to the edge. I match his rhythm, my nails scoring his back as the tension builds.
“God, Kori,” he pants against my neck. “You feel so good. So perfect.”
His words, combined with the delicious friction where our bodies join, push me closer to release. When his hand slips between us to circle my clit again, I shatter, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He follows moments later, his rhythm falteringas he buries his face in my neck, a guttural moan escaping him as he pulses inside me.
