Blaise seems to understand why and touches his forehead to mine. “We need to find a room. Or a dark corner.”
I laugh softly and turn, thoroughly prepared to apologize to my sister for the PDA, but she’s by the chapel, pinned to the wall by Dante, getting her own inappropriate greeting.
“I could have done without that,” I say, turning back to Blaise. “Or that.” Discreetly, I lift my finger and point at the source of my squickiness—Bolt getting a blowjob from one of the club girls at the bar.
“Yeah, Dad definitely needs to find a dark corner,” he jokes. His smirk falters when he takes in my face. “What?”
“Nothing.”
He grasps my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Hey, he never did that shit when he was with your mom.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” He stares at me a little longer. “That’s not what I’d be doing if you weren’t here with me.”
Our awkward conversation is interrupted by Dante and Karina. “We’ll be back in a bit. You cool?” he asks us. The lust-fogged, happy expression my sister’s wearing suggests she’s about to get laid.
They leave without waiting for an answer.
I bury my face against Blaise’s neck and gently lick his skin. He groans. “You’re gonna get it, Kady.”
“Mmm, maybe I want it.”
Blaise searches the room, finally landing on the hallway. Yanking me off the couch, he drags me out of the main room. “What’s wrong, Blaise?”
He uses his body to shove me against the wall.
“I’ve been half hard ever since you came back wearing this sexy fucking skirt.” He doesn’t ask before he pushes the denim skirt up around my hips and yanks my underwear down.
He doesn’t need permission. I’m tugging at his belt and unzipping his pants.
“This what you wanted, Kady? This why you were being a bad girl out there?”
My mouth pushes into a pout. “I’ve been good all night.”
He pulls back. “I was teasing.”
“Oh.” My hand wraps around his cock, stroking up and down the way he likes. “Are you going to fuck me, or are we going to stand here airing out our genitals all night?”
He bursts out laughing. His bigger body pushes me until my back’s against the wall, then his hands grip my ass, lifting me. I drape my arms over his shoulders, using them as leverage so I can wrap my legs around his hips.
My heart pounds erratically as one of his hands slides between my thighs. He eases a finger in me so slow, I dig my nails into his shoulders to keep from screaming.
“Oh, Blaise.”
He doesn’t answer, just keeps working me slowly. That one finger moves deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck,” I groan, louder than I meant to.
“Shh,” he orders. “Unless you want an audience.”
I don’t even think I care at the moment.
He groans low and deep as he presses his cock inside me. The hot length of him fills me with pleasure. Both of us gasp, mouths open against each other. My hands desperately cling to him, holding on so he can brace himself against the wall with one arm.
He withdraws even slower. Every move is controlled and designed to bring both of us pleasure.
“Blaise,” I hiss. “So good.”
