Breathless, I pull back, feeling drunk on him. “Oh, wow.” My fingers touch my lips. I can still feel him there, like an echo on my skin.
A chaotic, fluttery feeling settles deep in my belly, sinking down into my bones until it saturates me. It’s nice at first—kind of bubbly, kind of warm—but then the feeling detonates, multiplying inside me at an alarming rate until I’m standing here, obliterated.
This has to be that elusive “spark” everyone keeps raving about. To me, it feels more like napalm.
My eyes are glued to his lips, watching them curve into a cocky tilt.
“It’s Blake, actually, but I’ll answer to ‘Wow.’” Leaning in, he kisses down my jaw and then nips at the area just under my ear. “Or ‘God’ if you give me a minute.”
“I’ll give you all the minutes.” Clutching his shirt in my fists, I pull him back for another kiss.
With every sweep of his tongue and brush of his lips, I feel myself falling further down the rabbit hole. It’ll probably hurt like hell when I finally land, but right now, I’m so drunk on this man and what he makes me feel that I can’t bring myself to care.
That, or maybe I’m just drunk.
I’m worried my nerves will get the best of me if we drive all the way back to my place or his, and I’ll end up chickening out. I don’t want to, though. I want to do dirty, filthy things to this man, so I need to act fast, while I still have some liquid courage flowing through me.
Pulling back, I lick my lips. He tastes like the perfect combination of bad decisions and a good time.
The hallway’s starting to tilt and I feel a bit light-headed. “You really want to find out how far my blush spreads? Let’s do it. Right here, right now.”
Blake doesn’t waste any time. His lips crash into mine in a rough kiss and I swallow his groan, tangling my fingers in his hair. His hands cup my ass, lifting me with ease, and my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me back into the bathroom.
Setting me down on the counter, he fists the sides of my dress, pressing into me. My breath catches when I feel just how hard he is.
Oh my god, this is really happening.
My heart beats faster with every passing second. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but at the same time, I have no intention of stopping.
Desperate to feel more of him, I slip my hands up his shirt, running my fingers over the tightest abs I’ve ever felt. The hard ridges are hot to the touch and automatically flex under me. It has my pussy clenching in response as a soft moan slips from the back of my throat.
I sound like a total sex kitten, and I don’t even care.
He needs to get these clothes off before I rip them off.
Blake pulls back, breathing heavily. His mouth hitches up into a cocky grin. “You like that?”
Without thinking, I nod and reach for his belt buckle. “Can I see it?”
He covers the fly of his jeans as the rest of his mouth splits into that stupid, sexy smirk. “See what?”
Heat blooms across my face. Bastard wants to hear me say the words. I’m about as good at talking dirty as I am at theoretical physics.
“You know, it,” I practically whisper. I gesture to the tent in his pants, getting frustrated. “Your. . .penis.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what I like to call the fine art of seduction.
God, I am so smooth. Penis? Really? Who says that outside of a doctor’s office?
Instead of laughing at me like he should, he leans in and kisses me again. When he pulls back, we’re both breathing fast. “You have no idea how much I want your hands on me, but it’s got to wait. My cock’s a selfish bastard and once you pull him out, it’s all I can think with. I want to take my time with this. I want to play with you first. I want to get you so worked up that you’re begging for it.”
My eyelids squeeze shut at the mental picture he’s just painted.
He wants me to beg? I can beg. I can totally beg.
He trails kisses along my jaw, then down my neck. “Tell me, Duchess, how do you like to be fucked? Hard and rough? Or soft and slow?”
Why does he keep calling me that?
The thought’s lost as soon as I feel his hand brush my inner thigh.
My heart pounds as I swallow. “I— I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Like what?” I feel his breath fan my skin before he kisses my pulse point. “Fuck?”
His fingers move up the inside of my leg, grazing me in strokes so soft I almost think I’m imagining it. It’s almost impossible to think while he’s doing that. It’s like my brain is short-circuiting.
I somehow manage to shake my head. Awkward fumbling in the dark doesn’t count as fucking, at least not in the sense he probably means.
And I really want him to show me what he means.
Explicitly. Repeatedly.
“I’ve only been with two guys, and we definitely never. . .fucked.” I swallow, trying to think past the fact that his hand just slipped underneath my dress. “I’m—”
My breath tangles as his fingers slide through my folds with such ease, it’s a little embarrassing. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before. “I’m a good girl,” I squeak, biting my lip to keep from moaning.
He settles on my clit, rubbing circles on my sensitive skin. Each pass is slow and measured, yet sends shockwaves through me. My hands fist his shirt as I close my eyes, my mouth dropping open in a mixture of shock, awe, and ecstasy.
“I hate to break it to you, Duchess, but good girls wear panties. And they definitely wouldn’t let a strange man slip his hand between their legs in public.”
Are we in public? I look over his shoulder, seeing the wide-open bathroom door. Music drifts in, louder than ever, and reminds me of the hundred or so people just down the hall.
Any one of them could walk by and see Blake’s hand up my skirt. That should scare me into looking for someplace more private, but instead it’s oddly exhilarating. It’s a bit dangerous.
A bit risky.
I kind of like it.
His nose grazes my ear as his lips brush my jaw. “Does that get you hot? Thinking that anyone could walk by and see us? Is that why your pussy’s dripping wet right now?” Proving his point, he glides a finger inside me so easily it’s like a hot knife cutting through soft butter.
My nails dig into his skin as his palm grinds against my clit. “Fuck.” Starbursts flicker and fade behind my tightly shut eyelids like fireworks in the dark.
“In time, Duchess.” He laughs into my neck, his breath hot on my skin as the low rumble reverberates through me. My nipples are instantly hard as goosebumps sprout along every inch of my body. “So being watched gets you hot, huh? I didn’t peg you for such a little exhibitionist.”
I didn’t either.
Blake nips the column of my throat before slipping his fingers from me and pulling back. “Get your phone out.”
Between the drinks I had earlier and the way his touch scrambles my brain, I’m having a hard time thinking straight. “Why?”
Does he want to give me his number? Because that can wait. We’re ten seconds to liftoff here. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as his grin spreads. “We’re gonna make ourselves a little sex tape.”