“It’d be a good reason,” I insist. “One you’d never forget.”
She slides her palm up my chest, the tips of her fingers teasing my jaw. “Thatcher Banks, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
My gaze snags on a cracked door to a dark room just a short distance from the prop station. I glance back over my shoulder at Willow, but she’s busy chatting up a third couple. I take a risk and say, “We’re definitely going to lose if I drag you into that closet, Blaire.”
“If we go back to your original question,” she says, sliding her hand back down and digging her fingers into my hip. “I’ll be a whole lot less mad if you know what you’re doing. I’m well overdue for someone who does.”
I drag her into the storage room, closing the door behind us and flipping the deadbolt. Willow might come looking for us, but I no longer care.
I push Blaire up against the door, dropping my lips to hers. With my free hand, I cup her neck, positioning her mouth where I can best claim it. With our joined hands, I slide down her body. My fingertips tease the edge of her jeans.
I consider, not for the first time, that this whole thing is nothing more than some fucking lusty dream. Because how did we go from barely talking to one another to making out in a storage closet in the span of a few hours?
“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” I ask.
“Stop asking questions, Thatcher. The answer is yes.”
I unzip her jeans slowly, enjoying the quick little gasp she makes.
“How do we do this?” she asks of our joined hands.
I tug her jeans down just below her hips. “Put your hand on top of mine. I want you to show me exactly how you want to be touched.”
She guides my hand beneath her silk panties.
When my fingers slide into wet flesh, I groan. “Fuck, Blaire. Have you been this wet the whole time?”
“Maybe,” she says, her tone sultry.
Our lips reconnect in a slow yet hungry frenzy as she moves my hand between her legs, sawing my fingers through her folds. She whimpers into my mouth, and I kiss her harder. It’s possible we’ll get caught, but I hope it’s not untilafterI make her come.
“Put your finger inside me,” she pants.
“Nope.”
“No?”
“You have to use your hand to show me.”
“How do I do—” Her emerald eyes go a shade darker as she presses her index finger against mine, and together our fingers slide into her channel. “Fuck me,” she whisper pants.
I, on the other hand, can’t form words.
I knew she’d feel good, but this? This is otherworldly.
Blaire uses her hand to control my movements. Our fingers rock in and out of her as she presses against my palm, applying pressure to her clit. With her free hand, she digs her nails into my neck. “You better fucking kiss me so I don’t scream,” she warns.
I fuse my mouth to hers seconds before she comes apart. Her body convulses, our fingers still inside her tight channel. There’s something so incredibly intimate about experiencing her orgasm together like this. I’ll never be the fucking same again.
“Okay, I’m not even mad if we get last place,” she says, panting, a sated smile spread across her bruised lips. “That was…incredible.”
I press a kiss to her forehead. “There’s more where that came from, you know.”
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s finish this crawl so you can take me home and show me what you got.”
CHAPTER 9
Blaire
