Chapter 26
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.
"You like that?" I whisper, my breath making her shiver.
"Uh-huh," she gasps, pushing herself against me.
I kiss her hard while sliding a hand into her panties to cup her sex. She’s wet. So wet. And she gasps, almost cries as I drag my fingers through her heat. It’s intense. The kiss, her arousal, my own pulsing need.
Liv grinds against my hand and the sounds she makes drive me insane. She struggles to release the last shirt button, then slides the shirt off me and unbuttons my pants.
I reluctantly remove my hand from her panties to pull them down. She steps out of them, and I step out of my pants.
Liv stares at my body, only covered by a sports bra and boxers, and I remove them, stripping before her.
For a beat, we take each other in. And then we clash together again in a searing kiss, our hands roaming, our bodies pressing. Her skin against mine feels crazy good, and I’m unable to wait any longer.
"Get on the bed," I command, and she obeys immediately, sliding onto the sheets and looking up at me with those hungry eyes.
I climb over her, straddling her hips, and lean down to capture her mouth. Her hands slide up my sides, over my ribs, to my breasts. When her thumbs brush over my nipples, I moan at the flash of arousal that shoots between my thighs.
I kiss her neck, her collarbone, moving down to take one perfect nipple into my mouth. The sound she makes when I swirl my tongue around the sensitive peak is beautiful, and I lavish attention on both breasts until she's writhing beneath me.
Liv’s fingers thread through my hair, holding me there. I take my time, savoring every moan, every shiver that runs through her body.
I move lower, kissing my way down her stomach, feeling her muscles tense beneath my lips. When I reach the thin strip of hair between her thighs, I inch back and spread her legs apart to reveal all of her. She's glistening, pink, and I'm dizzy with want.
I lower my head and run my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke. She tastes incredible. Her back arches off the bed with a strangled cry.
"Oh, God," she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair.
I take my time exploring her, discovering what makes her moan, what makes her whimper. When I circle her clit with my tongue, her thighs begin to tremble.
I slip one finger inside her while sucking her clit into my mouth. She groans, and when I add a second, stretching her gently, she moans loudly, her hips moving restlessly like she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
I want all of her all at once, and I wish I knew how.
Shifting so I’m straddling one thigh, I move back up to her mouth to kiss her while I fuck her.
Slowly first, then harder, faster, deeper when she begs for it with her body.
My mouth on hers, skin against skin, my fingers inside her, I grind against her thigh because I can’t take the pressure that's building between my own legs.
She’s close; I can feel it in her increasingly frantic movements, her moans muffled by our kiss. And then she suddenly lets out a groan and tenses, and I curl my fingers and grind harder into her thigh, my juices covering her skin as I let go myself.
We cry out, my mouth pressing harder against hers as we ride through our shared climax together. My body is trembling, every nerve ending electric and alive as I collapse against her.
Ragged breathing fills the room that smells like damp skin and perfume and sex.
"Jesus Christ," she finally whispers, her voice raspy and spent. "That was..."
"Worth the two-year wait?" I finish for her, lifting my head to look at her face.
"Understatement of the century," she says with a breathless laugh. Her hair is a wild mess, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from our kisses. She looks utterly ravished, and knowing I did that to her makes me feel a little smug.
“Well, that wasn’t nearly enough to make up for two years.” I bite my lip and shoot her a wicked grin. “I’m going to make you come again, and again, and again.”