BLAIR
"So," Liv says, leaning against the closed door. "We're really doing this."
It's not a question, but I answer anyway. "Looks like it."
The expression on her face makes my stomach flip. It's want, plain and simple. “It’s been a while for me.” She kicks off her heels.
"Then let me remind you how good it can be. I won’t disappoint you."
I take her hand, turn us around, and press her back against the door, my hands finding her wrists and pinning them above her head. Her breath hitches, and I watch her face, searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. Instead, I find her pupils dilated with need, and she’s licking her lips.
"Is this okay?" I ask.
Instead of answering, she arches her back, pressing herself against me and trying to close the distance between our mouths. But I pull back just enough to keep her from kissing me, holding her there against the door while desire soars between us.
"Blair," she whispers as she strains against my grip.
"Patience," I murmur, enjoying the way her eyes flash with arousal. "We have all night."
She tries again to reach my mouth, pushing herself up on her toes, but I keep pulling back. Her breathing is getting faster, more desperate, and I feel her body tense as I hold her there, suspended in anticipation.
Finally, when I can't stand the torture anymore either, I lean in and kiss her.
It's nothing like the careful, public kiss we shared on the dance floor. This is hungry, carnal, sexual frustration pouring out. She moans against my lips, and I swallow the sound greedily, deepening the kiss as she melts into me.
Her mouth is soft and warm and perfect, and when I trace her bottom lip with my tongue, she opens for me immediately. She tastes addictive and intoxicating as she strains against my hold, wanting to touch me. I’m not going to let her. Not yet.
"Fuck," she gasps when I break away to trail kisses along her jaw. "I've been thinking about this all day."
"Have you?" I murmur against her throat where her pulse is racing. When I scrape my teeth over her skin, she pushes her pelvis into mine with a moan that makes my control slip.
"Since last night," she admits breathlessly. “No. Since Thursday night.”
I work my way down her neck, tasting her skin, breathing in the scent of her perfume. When I reach the spot where her shoulder meets her neck, I bite down gently, and she cries out.
"Fuck, Blair."
I release her wrists finally, and immediately her hands are on me, sliding over my shoulders, down my breasts, finding the buttons of my shirt. But before she can get very far, I catch her hands again and turn her around so she's facing the door.
"What are you—" she starts, but her words cut off in a sharp intake of breath when I press myself against her from behind, pulling at the tie that keeps her wrap dress closed.
"You first," I tell her, my mouth close to her ear. "How long has it been?"
"What?" Her voice is breathless, distracted.
"Since someone touched you like this." I open her dress at the front and slide my hands around her waist and inside it, trailing up to cup her breasts. They’re small and full and her nipples are rock hard. She’s not wearing a bra and that discovery makes me squirm.
She’s barely able to answer through her moans when I massage them. "Two… two years," she manages.
"Two years is a long time," I murmur against her ear. "So we have two years to make up for in a single night. I’ll take that challenge, Boss."
I slide the dress off her shoulders and it falls to the ground. When I step back, she turns around, and something between a gasp and a moan escapes me.
Her breasts are beautiful with dusky pink nipples, and her skin is pale and smooth. She's only wearing a pair of black lace panties that sit low on her hips.
"You’re killing me," I say, drinking in the sight of her. I need a moment to regain some control, and seeing her near-naked again is making it impossible to think clearly.
She fumbles with the buttons of my shirt while my hands move to her waist, spanning the narrow curve, and I lean in to kiss her neck before trailing my mouth up to her ear. When I bite down on her earlobe, she whimpers.
