Page 14 of Holiday Scars
I don’t.
When his mouth meets mine, it’s nothing like I expected. No roughness. No trauma. Just warmth. Care. Like he’s afraid I’ll break if he pushes too hard.
His kiss is softer than anything I’ve ever felt. But I’ve seen the kind of lover he is. I heard him behind that stall, the way he took control, the way he sounded. Could I ever be what he truly wants?
Blade pulls off my mouth first, and his breath hits my cheek. Warm and sweet. His glassy eyes look unreadable.
“That,” he says quietly, “made me feel like I can finally breathe.”
He touches my face gently until his fingers hook into the top of my shirt, just below my throat, pulling me forward. Suddenly, he’s rough. His lips find my neck, teeth grazing the skin. One hand presses on my lower back while the other starts fumbling for my belt.
“Now I’m going to give you what you fantasized about in that shower.”
My pulse trips over itself. I’m gone for him. The room narrows to heat and breathing and to the moan scraped from Blade’s throat as he kisses my neck. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t need it. But I do.
God help me, I do.
“You are so fucking sexy.” His fingers push down my pants. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
It’s one word. One syllable. One chance to keep pretending I don’t want this.
Only a sigh escapes my mouth.
“Good boy,” Blade whispers in my ear, licking the shell. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”
Then he pulls back a little so I can see his eyes. Those shocking blues are my safe harbor when we’re in the thick of danger. They will be the same for this, too.
“I need your mouth around me, Blade. Now.” I can’t believe this is happening.
One hand reaches inside my briefs and closes around my cock. “Fuck, so hot. So big.”
“Good thing you got a big mouth,” I tease, my sight going in and out. I’m not even sure if I’m thinking clearly.
“Big enough to swallow this dick. Unless you want me to gag on it,” he says, moving down my body.
“Please...”
“Please what, baby?” His nose digs into the outline of my cock, still covered by my underwear.
There’s still time.
“Don’t regret this,” I rasp. “Don’t regret me.”
He stills, and I look down to see him staring at me, eyes shiny. “I only regret I didn’t do this sooner.”
“Fuck...me, too.”
Blade strokes my cock over the fabric until it springs free. “So gorgeous.”
I feel ready to explode. Heat and strength push through. As much as I just want to bend over for this man, I don’t want to make it easy. He will overpower me, though. He’s got the height and girth.
I have my voice, though.
“Stop talking and put your smart mouth to a better use,” I groan. “Give me what you promised.”
His glowing eyes rake over my face with a few blinks. He didn’t expect me to talk like that.
“Yes, sir.” Blade lowers to his knees.
