Page 54 of Electric Blue Love
“What do you say we get out of the apartment for a while, see some more of New York before you have to head back.”
She nodded, but she looked as reluctant to move as I felt. With a groan, I stood and pulled her to her feet.
“Last night in New York, where do you want to go? Anywhere you want in the whole damn city.”
She worried at her bottom lip and I ran my thumb over it until she released it and I slid the pad over her full, wet mouth.
“Here. I want to stay right here,” she said quietly.
The implication of those words hit hard, and my chest tightened. “You’re sure?”
Staying here could only end one way. I knew it. She knew it.
“Yes.” Her voice was more assured this time and she moved a hand to the waist of my jeans.
I grasped her hand and kicked myself before I even spoke the words, but I needed her decision to be her own. I might not be a knight in shining armor but taking advantage of women had no appeal.
“Bianca, we don’t have to do anything. Today, this,” I motioned between us and the TV. “This was great. It doesn’t have to go any further. Earlier was –” but I didn’t know how to finish that sentence, so I backtracked. “I didn’t ask you to spend the day with me so I could get you into bed.”
“If you remember, I was the one who asked to come back to your apartment,” she said with a shy grin.
“Yes, I know. But –”
“I want to.” The soft tone was back, but she continued confidently. The look on her face was vulnerable but undeterred. “I want to know what it’s supposed to feel like. What it feels like with you.”
I let out a breath and stared at her beautiful face because what the hell was I supposed to say to that? It was more of an invitation than I’d ever been given. Yet still I hesitated. And hated myself every time I opened my mouth to protest. Why was I trying to convince her not to?
Because you know it’s not a good idea for either of you.A niggling voice mocked in the back of my mind.
Mostly I thought it wasn’t a good idea for me. Bianca wasn’t just some woman I’d brought home. Sleeping with her would end us and I didn’t want to give her up.
I made a decision and pushed every red flag waving manically in my brain to one of the many dark corners. 8B had asked very little of me. She’d let me call the shots, even when it was her life we’d been playing with. I’d give her this - give her me. For tonight.
Before I could make my limbs work, she reached out a small hand to me. I never imagined little Bianca would be the one seducing me. Let me be clear, I never planned to seduce her, either. Sure, I’d thought about it. Wanted it. Kissed her with promises of more, but if I’d really thought we were going to come to this I would have played the whole thing differently. That annoying voice in my brain said,You would never have let her get this close.
Sad, but true. I’d always drawn a very thick line between women I was fucking and any personal or emotional connection. That may have made me sound like an asshole, but I didn’t think I had been. I didn’t exactly have women banging down the door or lighting up my phone asking me to meet their friends or to go away for a weekend. I suppose I’d done a good job of picking women who were looking for the same thing that I was.
Not Bianca. She’d skidded so far past that line I usually drew. Everything about our time together had been personal and emotional.
I moved quickly, using her hand as leverage as I swooped her up and placed her over my shoulder. She let out a shriek of surprise and excitement.
“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into,” I said as I walked into the bedroom and set her down in front of me.
Her eyes widened and I watched her swallow down the trepidation. I crouched down in front of her and her hands found my shoulder. Running both hands up the back of her legs, I trailed kisses as I went, and she swayed into me. I leaned back to watch her face as my hands disappeared under her dress and pulled her panties down. Her lip quivered as she stepped out of them. I stood, pulling the hem of her skirt up.
“Raise your arms, 8B.”
She did, and her body was uncovered as the material lifted and discarded with her panties. I bit one breast through the lace of her bra and I was rewarded with a sharp inhale of breath. I gave the other the same treatment before I slipped my hands behind her and unhooked the clasp. It was almost painful to step back from her, but I did and let the bra fall away from her perfect breasts.
“So perfect,” I muttered. “Just like the rest of you.”
A slow blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks. “Take my shirt off.”
She nodded, and I worked to steady my own uneven breathing while she fumbled with my shirt. She moved closer and went up on her tiptoes as she pushed the fabric over my shoulders and down my arms. The smell of her want invaded my nostrils as her breasts brushed up against my now bare chest. It was almost too much, the connection – the spark that jolted through me as our naked bodies joined. Fuck, we’d barely started and I was already in danger of losing it.
With my shirt in her hands, she brought it up to her nose and inhaled – her eyes fluttered closed as she did. It was so adorably Bianca.
“You smell good,” she said after she tossed the shirt to join her clothes on the floor.
