Page 102 of Then Came You

“You’re really going to buy something to help… alleviate…” He shifts in his seat, but I’m not sure if it’s because he’s uncomfortable or aroused. I hope it’s the latter.

“I am. If you’re lucky, and stop treating me like a fragile doll, maybe I’ll let you watch or use them on me.” I wink at him, putting him out of his misery. I just wanted him to see my point.

This doesn’t stop Alex from now choking. I grin when I see Blade’s signature smirk back in place.

“You look gorgeous, Tink.” He rakes me over from my waist up. Just his sizing of me makes my nipples press harshly against the lace. The rings heighten the sensation, making me wish it was his tongue soothing them. “The new colour suits you.” He tilts his head toward my freshly coloured hair.

“I really love it. It was time for a change, but I didn’t want to go blue out of fear Alex wouldn’t make it out of here alive,” I tease, referencing Alex’s irrational fear of Marge Simpson and her blue hair.

“Fuck you,” Alex tosses over his shoulder.

“Well, I can’t wait to grip those pretty strands in my hand as I watch you suck my cock,” Blade murmurs so only I can hear. And he’s back.

Fuck.

Me.

Dead.

Fanning myself with my shirt, I suddenly wish I was wearing fewer clothes. Is it hot in here? I was supposed to have the upper hand!

“Stop it. No fair. I was supposed to be the domineering sexy one tonight,” I whine, feeling heat bloom in my cheeks.

“Baby girl, you definitely are.” I don’t feel it, especially when he pushes his tongue into his cheek as if he’s thinking about all the filthy things he’s going to do with me tonight. “I can’t wait to make you squeal so much your voice is hoarse tomorrow.”

Oh my God. I’m seconds away from kicking Alex out and calling it off with Syd, but I’m saved by the vibrations of my phone in my back pocket. Damn, if only it was a different vibration.

“Have a good time, Tink. I love you.” It’s the first time he’s said it since my sister died without an undertone of pity for me.

“I’ll be back later. Love you.” I round the counter and head for the door, only to be stopped by my man himself.

“Uh, uh, uh. Where’s my kiss?” he chastises, beckoning me with his finger. Uncanny how he seems to have changed his tune, and thank God for that because I’ve been waiting for this man to get back to his old ways.

With little recollection of how I ended up across the room, I find myself tying my legs around his waist as he presses me to the wall.

My pulse quickens as my eyes are glued to the slope of his neck where his tattoos are taunting me from beneath his shirt.

Goosebumps scatter across my skin, but I’m anything but cold.

When my lips land on his I’m done for, expelling a moan into this dangerous and delicious kiss.

I feel alive for the first time in weeks.

Raking my nails across his broad shoulders and back, I push him further into me, revelling in the scratch and scrape of his stubble. My hands glide back up, entangling themselves in his hair to deepen the kiss. As much as I don’t want to rush our first proper kiss in weeks, I crave every part of him, and need more.

He tastes like expensive whisky and smells spicy and minty, which is a heady combination that I’m strongly addicted to.

God, the indecent things my body is begging to do to him.

Between the friction of my jeans on my clit ring and the penetration of his cock, it’s not going to take much for me to come. He feels heavenly and heavy between my legs. The groan in his throat reverberates deep in my core, threatening to fray my last shred of dignity before I strip him naked and demand he fuck me against the wall.

By the time we’re out of breath, I’m a hundred percent sure I’m going to have to reapply my gloss, and equally aware that Alex was just treated to an impromptu floor show.

I nestle my nose in the slope of his neck, breathing in his scent that has become my home. I finally have him near me. I smile at just how much he still steals my breath away, loving the sound of his husky voice.

“Tonight, baby girl,” Blade whispers, tilting his head down so he can level his gaze with me.

“Tonight, daddy.”

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