Blaise pulled me closer against his chest, the solid evidence of his desire pressed firmly to my torso, and whispered into my ear, “Have I told you yet how much I love the way you laugh?”
I shook my head, biting back the barrage of words threatening to spill from my lips. I wanted to tell him how much I loved his smile. The golden hue of his eyes. The way his eyebrows had grown back just a little crooked. But before I could organize my thoughts into anything remotely coherent, Blaise was already guiding me down onto the mattress, his mouth trailing warm, teasing paths along my ear.
The sensation sent a sharp, breathless jolt straight through me.
Yeah. This was definitely the mental reset I’d been craving.
Blaise’s lips peppered kisses down my neck and across my jawline until our mouths met. His kiss held the barest restraint, as if he were trying his best to savor it when all he really wanted to do was devour.
As if on cue, his stomach let out a loud grumble.
I pulled away, panting, the thought verbalizing before I could think better of it. “When was the last time you fed?”
“I... uh...” was all he managed before I realized my mistake.
“Sorry,” I stuttered. “Inappropriate topic.Veryinappropriate time.”
“No, it’s fine,” he said quietly. “Properly? Six months ago.” He played with the elastic band on his wrist, snapping it against what looked to be very red skin. “Since then, it’s just been a little, whenever I’ve needed it.”
Six months ago.
I wondered if that was when it had fallen apart with the person he’d cared for—and for reasons I couldn’t explain, the weight of it settled on my chest too, as if some small part of the loss belonged to me.
“Anyway,” he said, his thumb tracing lightly over my jaw. “None of it matters. Not now that I’ve found you.”
This time, when he pressed his lips to mine, they were softer, as if he’d regained his tempo. My hand slid into his hair, the other tracing down his ribs—lower, lower, lower—until, much sooner than I expected, my fingers were gliding over his length through his sweatpants.
He huffed out a breath, his lips curling against mine.
“Ididjust mention that it’s been a while for me,” he said, pressing a kiss to my lips before pulling away. His smile was both wicked and hungry. “I want this to last longer than a few minutes. I usually have the stamina to go all night and then some.” His nostrils flared as he drank in my scent, his cock pulsing, straining against his pants. “But with the way you smell right now, Caitlyn, I don’t trust a lifetime of experience not to fail me.”
I flicked him gently on the nose. “It’s been a while for me too. Besides, I don’t recall saying I wanted slow and drawn out.”
Blaise let out a low, throat-deep groan, and then all pretense of savoring was gone. He crushed his lips to mine, his body guiding me back onto the mattress as his fingers fumbled at the clasps of my overalls.
The moment the clasps sprang free, one hand slid beneath me, lifting my ass from the bed, while the other worked the corded material down my hips and thighs. He nudged them the rest of the way off, letting them fall to the floor before his mouth began its slow trail down my body—past my throat, over my chest, and finally latching onto my nipple through my T-shirt.
I let out a whimper, feeling his lips curl in pleasure against my skin as his fingers slipped into my panties. His teeth grazed me lightly as his fingers found my wetness.
“Gods, Caitlyn,” he ground out, his voice reverberating over my skin and straight through to my bones—and, as if he couldn’t finish the thought, he said it again, rough and breathless. “Gods...”
I could have cried when he pulled his fingers from my panties and lifted his mouth from my nipple—but instead of pulling away completely, he brought his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers clean, as if he couldn’t bear a single drop of me going to waste.
Gods indeed.
When his eyes met mine, his pupils were blown wide. His features were soft, as if he were completely lost in my taste. Then his hands were on me again, tugging my panties down. The moment he had them off, his palms slid to my thighs, prying my legs apart.
There was no time to feel coy or embarrassed—not when his tongue dragged through my folds, only stopping for him to mutter a final, reverent “Gods...” before he sucked my clit into his mouth.
I bucked uncontrollably at the sensation, but he’d been anticipating it. I hadn’t even realized that his hands had moved to my hips, but he was pinning me in place now, holding me steady beneath him.
His tongue flicked slow circles around my clit, broken by long, deliberate licks. My head spun, dizzy with desire and longing. Heat spread through me, and I was already so close to the edge when his fingers began to drift with aching slowness over the flare of my hip and down the back of my thigh.
The anticipation of being filled—of feeling my core clench around something—kept me balanced right on the edge, greedilychasing that last bit more before I let myself go. I felt his lips curve into the briefest smile against me, and I knew he could tell exactly how close I was to coming undone.
Teasingly, he lightly circled my entrance once, pulling a whimper from my lips. Then he plunged his finger into me, curling it against that patch of nerves until stars pricked at the edges of my vision.
“Blaise!” I cried out, and only just had enough sense to register his groan of approval at hearing his name before I was falling. Intense pleasure flooded my body, leaving half of me numb and the other half consumed by delicious flames.
