Page 75 of Forbidden Dance
“True. We do have that.”
I lean my head on his shoulder. “Blitz,” I ask. “Why am I here?”
He holds my hand against his cheek. “Because I can’tnothave you here.”
“But why? You’ve got so many choices.” My cheeks burn a little. I’m embarrassed to ask these things, but I have to know. I’m risking everything for this.
“All those women audition for my show to get their brush with fame. Not for me.”
“But you’re supposed to pick a wife from it.”
“I didn’t design the show. And my contract specifically says I don’t have to marry anyone. I wasn’t that crazy.”
“But you still have to choose.”
“I choose this.” He squeezes my hand.
“Well, it’s really inconvenient right now.”
This makes Blitz laugh. “Princess, I was miserable without you.” He turns my cheek so that his mouth can reach mine.
He’s said enough for me. Even though I’m not sure I believe that we have anything that can last, I still want it. But my life can’t just revolve around him. I have to protect the most important things. And Gabriella is still more important.
But tonight doesn’t change any of that. I can do this. I can be what Blitz Craven needs right now. And he can be what I want.
His lips nibble along mine until I part for him. Then he deepens the kiss, pulling me in close.
Our bodies collide. He runs his hands along my back and down my arms. I reach up to thread my fingers through his hair. I’m ready to get lost again. Every muscle in my body feels warm and pliant.
Even if he’s going to go back to LA for good, and even if I’m just a blip in a sea of women, I’m ready for one perfect night with Blitz Craven. If I end up stuck with online college and more years under my father’s rule, it might have to sustain me for a long time.
He presses forward until I’m lying back on the sofa and he is propped above me. His lips leave mine and trail down my jaw to my neck.
I literally feel pinpricks in parts of my body, as if it’s waking up from a long slumber. Everything his lips touch jolts awake, and my pulse is wild and erratic. I remember how quickly he affected me in the movie theater and my heart jumps again. I want this so much. So much.
His fingers flirt with the bottom of my sweater, brushing against the skin of my belly. I suck in a breath and he smiles against my collarbone. “Sensitive, Princess?” he asks.
I can’t answer as he moves more of the sweater out of his way. When he lifts it high enough, a low throaty moan escapes. “You made it easy for me. God, that is hot.”
His mouth drops to my breast and my body arches toward him. Heat floods through me, and I feel on fire from the need of him.
He lifts the sweater higher and pulls it over my head, dropping it over the back of the sofa. He moves from one nipple to the other, caressing them both.
I slide my legs apart so he fits more solidly against me. He’s low, his chest over my stomach as his mouth and hands mold me.
I clutch his head and the glossy black hair. He moves down, dipping his tongue into my belly button. “What else am I going to find?” he asks.
I’m so glad I didn’t wear panties. I want to delight him. He lifts himself away from me to nudge the hem of my skirt with his nose. His mouth finds the sensitive skin inside my knee and begins to work its way up.
The fire I felt earlier is nothing compared to the eruption going through me now. I want him to arrive where he’s headed. I need him there.
He takes his time, nibbling along my inner thigh. When the skirt is high, covering my bare stomach, he lets out another groan. “You’re perfect,” he says, and I can feel the words as he breathes them so close to my most tender places.
I’m dying. I want him to taste me, to work his magic. He slides a finger inside and my body rises right to him. And he’s there, his tongue tasting me.
The intensity I felt in the movie theater is nothing compared to this. The world is down to just these sensations, his warm mouth, the pressure of his hand, the buzz building deep inside me as he works.
I’m lost, so lost. I move with him, gripping his hair, the only sound the gentle snap of the fire logs. The frenzy inside me accelerates, and the pleasure of it ratchets up into more than I can manage. I need it to go over the top, to release out, to free me.
