Page 19 of Blocked Score

I moan into Lane’s mouth when his hand falls on my thigh and his grip curls into the sensitive skin there. His fingers knead into the soft flesh, so torturously close to my pussy that’s wet and clenching with need.

His other hand wraps possessively around the back of my neck, his grip pulling me deeper into the kiss.

My lips are swollen and sore in the best way, my chest panting when we finally break the kiss for a moment to come up for air.

“Upstairs,” is all I manage to say.

Hunger paints his eyes in a flash. He scoops me up in his arms effortlessly. It’s a miracle he manages to get us up the steps without tripping, because our lips are latched together for the entire journey until he’s laying me on his bed.

We strip our clothes and fling them to the floor.

My hands roam the broad expanse of his back as Lane hovers over me. His muscles are so tight, so dense, the skin above them so soft and still flushed with warmth from our run. His scent is so overwhelming, his clean and piney smell laced with a heady musk of pure testosterone.

I hook my leg around his trim hips. The back of my calf falls on the curve of his taut, bubble-round glute, and the sensation has a liquid pulse of arousal bursting in my loins.

Fuck. I’m so wet and throbbing with need.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” Lane husks as his lips dot hot kisses along the edge of my jaw. “I’ve wanted you so fucking bad.”

“I know,” I moan breathlessly.

His chuckle vibrates in his chest, causing friction against my pinched nipples as his body presses against my tits.

“You’ve been such a fucking tease since we met,” he rasps, his lips skimming near the pulse point under my jaw. “You’re going to deny you’ve wanted me, too?”

The heft of his hard cock finally rests against me, pressed just next to my hip bone and so close to where I want him that my stomach clenches.

“I want you to fuck me right now, I won’t deny that,” I answer with a shaky voice right as his lips burn across my collarbone.

He dips his hand between my legs and runs his finger up the length of my wet slit.

“Fucking hell,” he rasps while a shiver wracks my body. “Fucking soaked for me.”

“Get a condom,” I tell him, the pangs of want tugging between my legs growing unbearable.

My eyes eat up Lane’s naked body as he gets up and walks to the other side of the room to grab one.

He’s immaculate. It’s unfair how damn good he looks. Long limbs wrapped with lean muscle, wide shoulders, trim waist, tall stature, the most mouthwatering ass I’ve ever seen.

Seeing him winds my arousal so much higher that I have to clench my bare legs together at the knees to withstand the pounding ache between them.

Lane turns around, rolling the condom down his length. He strolls back to me leisurely, lightly fisting his shaft, an arrogant glimmer swimming in his gaze as he clocks the need vivid in my expression.

He walks to the foot of the bed and plants his grip firmly on my curled knees. He wrenches them open, parting my thighs and leaving me totally exposed to his gaze. My whole core is a tight throb, screaming for him to enter me.

“Look how damn pretty you are,” he says reverently, his eyes sharp and pointed at my center. “Wet and glistening for me.”

I want him to slide into me so badly, but first he lowers his head between my legs. Pleasure thrashes through my body as he slides his tongue through my slickness, curling the tip around my taut clit.

It feels good, really good, but it’s not what I need right now. I fist my hands into his thick blonde hair and tug him up.

He laughs, the sound dripping with arrogance. “So fucking needy you won’t even let me taste you like I want.”

“You can taste me later,” I groan, “right now I need you to fuck me.”

He husks a breath of disbelief, looking at me with a crooked smile. “I’m really fucking glad your earbuds died on that plane.”

He lines himself up against my opening and pushes his hips forward.

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