Page 44 of Seeking Two Lovers

“But if you’d rather not get into the shit of your past…” I let my voice trail off and forced myself to be something I usually wasn’t.

Patient.

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BLAINE

She stated the words as though the cult I’d mentioned briefly before our lunch together had stuck in her brain.

“You used the word escaped,” I reminded her of what she’d said rather than giving her a straight answer.

“Yeah.” Lily blew out a breath. Her head turned in my periphery, allowing me freedom to glance down at her profile again. “I feel like I’ve done most of the talking.”

“I enjoy listening to you.”

She smirked and shoulder bumped me. “You’re cute.”

“You’re beautiful.”

Our gazes caught, and that sense of her being a kindred spirit I’d felt the first time I’d spoken to her settled firmly in my head. Her dark eyes piercing through to the deepest parts of me as though seeing me like no one else ever had. Although noise surrounded us, silence seemed to swell in a bubble, encasing the two of us in our own little world.

Want became the tangible thing between us, and I itched to lean into her personal space and taste how much chocolate mint flavor lingered on her tongue.

“Are you going to kiss me or what, Blaine,” she whispered, “because I gotta be honest—I’m dying over here.”

My breath left in a rush.

“Too forward?” she asked with the first hint of insecurity I’d seen in her.

I didn’t kiss too many of my and Grey’s hookups, choosing to enjoy watching him make love to a woman’s mouth.

But I wanted that with Lily.

My hand shook, but I cradled her cheek in my calloused palm, my heart jackhammering in my chest.

I can do this…

She licked her lower lip she hadn’t reapplied gloss to after the ice cream, sending blood to thicken my dick.

“Yeah, I can,” I whispered more as encouragement to myself and pressed my mouth to hers.

Sighing, she parted her lips, and our tongues met in the middle. Beyond delicious, so much more addictive than I’d imagined, she wrapped my brain up in plastic wrap, closing me off to everything but her.

Soft strokes of her tongue that did taste like chocolate mint.

Delicate skin beneath my hand.

Quiet whimpers and moans—hers and mine.

I teetered on the edge of something vast, something frightening…something I never thought I would find or could have outside Grey. Longing to swan dive into oblivion rushed through me with every stroke of her tongue, every soft sigh she emitted over my lips.

“Come home with me,” Lily whispered against my mouth.

I pulled away as the world popped the bubble around us with vivid color and detail. Her black pupils swelled, thick lashes blinking. Flushed cheeks, the delicate skin around her lips reddened from my scruff. Rubbing my thumb across them, I nodded even though my heart attempted to explode from my chest and my dick throbbed in its prison.

I stood and helped her to her feet, our fingers lacing together without thought on my part. She led me down the boardwalk.

“Where are you parked?” she asked as we scurried across the road toward the metered car lot.

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