“I want…” The thought must have died off in her mind, because she grabbed me and kissed me, and once again, my body didn’t belong to me anymore. It belonged to her.
Every thought, every action, wasn’t my own. My body did whatever she commanded it to.
Every swipe of her tongue compelled my throat to moan with pleasure. Every touch ordered my body to react and connect deeper with hers.
When she started to reach underneath my shirt, my body tightened and sent a very dirty message to my clit, but before it could make it there, alarm bells began to ring in my mind.
I couldn’t do this with her. As much as my body was begging me to, it was wrong on so many levels, and not only because of the sex ban. I would’ve been willing to throw that away, but we couldn’t do this, not like this.
I pulled us apart. This wasn’t right. “Blair, I can’t. You’re upset, and if you keep kissing me, I won’t be able to stop. I don’t want to be the person you blame for anything you might regret tomorrow.” I wanted to kick my own chivalrous ass!
“Of course.”
Seeing how embarrassed she looked, I added, “Please don’t think it’s because I don’t want you, Blair. I just don’t think?—”
“I should go.” She went to stand up, but I stopped her with a hand on her leg. She looked down at the touch, and I instantly removed my hand, losing my confidence from earlier.
“Let me take you home. It’s late.”
She shook her head. “No need. I’m a grown woman. I can handle a little darkness. I’ve been dealing with you for years, you know.”
I took her hands in mine. “Trust me, I am well aware. Please let me take you home. I need to know you’re safe.” The admission came out like it had been there all along.
She sat quietly for a while, contemplating my offer. Eventually she sighed. “Fine.”
I helped Blair gather her things before we headed to her house. Part of me wanted to stay back there with her, holding her until she fell asleep and the nightmares of her past didn’t haunt her.
I didn’t want anything sexual in that moment, which was weird, in a way. I had never been around a beautiful single woman and not thought about sleeping with her.
Granted, I’d thought about Blair that way quite a bit recently, but being in the back room with her? It just felt good to comfort someone and to be held after I hadn’t been for so long.
It was weird to think about, but something about that situation, the vulnerability of being with Blair, it felt different than any moment I’d had in the past few years. It felt easy.
Before Skylar and I broke up, our relationship felt like a rollercoaster. It ranged from intense passion to bitter arguments. She wanted to settle down, but my gut told me that it wasn’t my time. Our time together never felt easy, and with Blair, I felt I could be vulnerable.
Her house was exactly as I’d expected it to be—small and quaint. It had a triangular- shaped roof with green trim around the windows and door frame. Slim trees and other various shrubs lined both sides of the few steps leading to the front door.
It was a very whimsical cottage, but it looked like it had personality. Everything about this house shouted BLAIR!
“Well, I made it safe and sound. Goodbye, Drea.” She went to open the door, but I stopped her with a hand on her thigh.
She looked down at where my hand rested, but I didn’t pull away. I should’ve because it was itching to move up her dress. She really needed to invest in some pants. As much as I wanted to reach higher, I couldn’t allow myself to.
“What are you doing this weekend?” I asked.
There was no reason for her to say yes. There was no reason I should’ve asked her, anyway. We’d already gone too far.
Just kissing her once was a mistake, but did that stop me from wanting to do it again? Did that stop me from hoping she wanted to do it again? The only thing that stopped me from inviting myself inside was Cara and my stupid ban.
I was really trying to take it seriously, and one night of intoxicating sex wouldn’t be worth it, no matter how badly I was desperate for it. I didn’t need sex; my body just thought I did.
And Cara. She was one of my dearest friends, and she knew how much Blair and I hated each other. If anything were to happen between us, it could cause so many problems. Most of which were business-related.
Cara took her business very seriously, and anything that jeopardized that was not okay with her. It was bad enough that we’d kissed a few times, but as long as nothing else happened and she never found out about it, we’d be okay. But if anything more happened, she’d blow a fucking gasket, I was sure.
Shefrowned at me, turning her whole body to face me. “What? Why?”
Fuck! That little frown was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. I really needed to stop seeing her as anything more than a business partner I sort of tolerated now. A colleague, not a woman with the most mind-blowing body I’d ever seen and the lips of a goddamn angel.
