Page 88 of Beneath the Blindfold

“I’m hoping to be more than a friend.” He sucked gently on a spot below my ear, but whether my shiver was from his kiss or his words, I couldn’t tell.

“Yeah?” I whispered as my eyes fell shut. What his mouth was doing was incredible. “Why’d you keep it a secret so long?”

His fingertips trailed up my spine, going slowly, one notch at a time. “I didn’t want to fuck things up between us. Wanna hear another secret?”

“Yes.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and clung to him. As his mouth moved to the other side of my neck, my head lolled back.

He mumbled it into my pulse point, his lips brushing against my skin. “I’ve wanted this for a while.”

My heart galloped along. “Me too.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Anna... I saw your movie five times.”

Oh my God.His confession melted my brain-to-mouth filter. Since we were talking about secrets, it spilled from me. “I had to use my vibrator last night because of you.” He straightened, and I stared up into his stunning eyes. “And again this morning.”

His expression went heavy with lust. “I heard, and it drove me fucking insane.”

“You heard?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile. “I guess the walls are thin.” He stroked his palm down my back until he could cup a handful of my ass. “I came while I was listening to you.”

Well... that was fucking hot.

My mouth fell open, and he took advantage. He fused his lips over mine, and this time his kiss was erotic. It hinted what he’d like to do to me. His tongue slashed at mine as our lower bodies pressed together, and his dick was hard against my hip.

Rather than tell him what I wanted, I’d show him. I twisted an arm behind my back until I found the hook and undid the band holding my top in place. Our kiss broke, and his eyes widened with surprise, then flooded with heat as he realized what I was doing. He watched me lift the damp swimsuit over my head, and then he lurched for me, clasping one of my bare breasts in his hand. My top made a sopping noise as it fell to the ground.

Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as our hands learned the shape of each other’s bodies. He massaged and kneaded my breast, his fingertips circling over my nipple. I sighed and arched into his touch.

Eventually, he drifted lower. He ran his hand between my legs and gauged my reaction, testing the waters before going further. I tightened my grip on his shoulder and moaned eagerly. Was this race car driver worried about moving too fast? Fast worked for me. I felt like we’d been waiting for this moment for a long, long time.

When I palmed him through his shorts, he squeezed a hand on my hip. It came out in a rush from him. “You wanna go inside?”

Where there was a bed? Along with a stash of condoms in my suitcase? I nodded enthusiastically. Shower sex was difficult and overrated, anyway.

A split second later, I was stumbling along with him to the stairs leading up the side of the house, my swimsuit top abandoned in the shower. I laughed at his determined expression and hurried pace. We came in through the side door, and I focused my gaze down the hallway. Would we go to my room, or his?

Surprise cut off a breath in my lungs as he wrapped his arms around my waist and carried me the five steps to the couch. He guided me to sit down on the edge of one of the flat, wide armrests, and I stared up at him. What was his plan? I wasn’t convinced I wanted to fool around here, especially when we were still wet, but when his mouth latched onto my breast and he eased me back, I no longer cared.

All that mattered was he kept touching and kissing me. We’d spent so much time with this space between us, I was drunk off the physical connection. It looked like it was the same for him.

Jamie curled his fingers under the sides of my bikini bottom, his hooded gaze trapping mine as he peeled the wet fabric away. I lifted my legs up to help him along, and he stood, raising the swimsuit until it was past my ankles and he could toss it aside.

If he’d seenThe Blindfold Clubfive times, he’d definitely seen me naked, but my heart swelled at the way he looked at me now. Like it was new and stunning. He parted my legs and dropped a kiss on the inside of my calf while he bent to take a knee.

Anticipation sizzled in my system as his mouth marched along, kissing up the inside of my thigh. Shit, how I wanted him to do what he was about to. My toes curled into points at the first sliver of his tongue on me. It was just a hint of pleasure, but acute.

The sight of his face between my thighs made a whimper leak from my mouth, and it was all the encouragement he needed. There was a flash of his pink tongue over my bare pussy, and then the edges of my vision began to blur as he caressed my clit.

“Oh my God,” I groaned, clutching at the couch. I struggled to catch my breath, which was hopeless. I bowed up off the upholstery, gasping and panting. I clawed at the raised seams of the armrest and tangled a hand in Jamie’s damp hair. My body didn’t know how to react to how good he made me feel.

His hands were braced under my thighs, helping to hold my legs up in the air, and as his mouth increased intensity, I began to tremble. I planted the balls of my feet against his shoulders to brace myself. My moans swelled, echoing in the large room, bouncing off the tile.

I couldn’t take much more of this. The need swirling inside me was overwhelming. I gently tugged a handful of his hair while gulping down breath, trying to slow my racing heart.

The smile on his face was wicked as he climbed to his feet. He ran his hands up my knees, down my thighs, over my hips. New goosebumps dotted my skin in the wake of his touch. Up his palms went while he leaned over me. He closed them around my breasts, pushing them together while his lips captured mine.

With our bodies pressed together, I could feel every inch of him beneath his shorts. Which—why the hell did he still have those on? I pushed a hand between us, trying to get at them.

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