Page 12 of When You Blush
“I do.” I kiss her hard. “Stay. Right. Here.”
I run to my bag, open it, and fish around for the few condoms I threw injust in case, then rush back to her.
She hasn’t moved a muscle, and that makes me smile.
Without a word, she jumps in my arms, and I carry her to the bed. I toss the condoms on the bedside table, pull the covers back, then gently lay her in the middle of the king mattress.
She starts to wiggle into a sitting position, but I press my hand on her sternum.
“Stay down.”
“You’re bossy.”
A salacious grin spreads over my face. “You have no idea.” I hook my fingers into the elastic of her underwear and tug them down her legs, over her feet, and bring them to my nose.
“Blake.” She looks scandalized.
“You smell better than fucking pie.”
She bites that lip, and I spread her wide, and suddenly, she throws her arm over her face and stops watching me.
Oh, hell no.
“Don’t you dare hide from me.” I push up and over her, gently move her arm aside, and brush my lips over hers. “Look at me, Harper.”
She cracks one eye.
“All the way. Look at me, beautiful.”
She sighs and opens those gorgeous gray eyes, and I see the hesitation. The embarrassment. And that’s fucking unacceptable.
“There you are. You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.I’m going to feast on your pretty pink pussy until you pass out.”
She goes to cover her face again, but I hold her wrist and kiss her hand.
“No hiding.”
“I’m …not.”
“And no lying.”
“Blake.” She licks her lips. “I haven’t shaveddown therein?—”
“Don’t fucking care.” I kiss her again, deeply. “I absolutelydon’t care.Honest.”
She winces, takes a breath, and then sighs. “Okay.”
Instead of kissing down her delectable little body the way I want to, I nibble across her shoulder and let my hand journey down her flat and toned stomach, over her pubis and the soft curls there, and right into her sopping wet pussy.
“Fuck, you’re already so beautifully wet for me.”
I press one finger inside her, circle her already hard bundle of nerves with my thumb, and grin against her skin when she moans and moves her hips.
“So responsive. Christ, you’re squeezing the fuck out of my finger. You’re so tight.”
She licks her lips again and widens her legs, silently begging for more.
“What do you need, Harper?”
