Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“You went under,” he said simply.
I waited for more, and he said nothing. We stood there like that for several seconds.
“Don’t go in a motherfucking pool if you can’t swim,” he said in a low voice that sounded like a growl.
I leaned closer to him. “Saxon was going to teach me,” I said through clenched teeth.
Blaise inhaled sharply. “No,” he replied. Then, his hand wrapped around my upper arm again, and he began forcing me to walk through the house. When we reached the stairs, he stopped and looked down at me. “You need clothes,” he said.
“Why? Are you going to force me to stay inside? What happens when you leave?” I taunted him.
“Either you lead the way to your room or I’ll find it,” he replied in a clipped tone.
Whatever this was, I decided to just let it play out. Maybe he’d leave if I did what he said. I wanted him to leave. A knot in my stomach, however, said another thing. The part of me that wanted him around was growing. I was obviously deranged and needed counseling.
I pulled my arm free from him again and held on to my towel tightly as I walked up the stairs. Every step I took, he followed me up.
When we reached my door, I waved a hand at it. “We are here. You can leave now,” I informed him.
He took the knob and turned it, then opened the door. “Go,” he said as he put a hand on my back and pushed me inside.
I stumbled inside and let go of the towel to steady myself. My temper spiking again, I swung my gaze back to him to demand he leave when the towel fell to the floor at my feet. Blaise’s eyes moved from my cleavage to my stomach and stopped at the bikini bottoms. I didn’t say anything.
The door closed behind him, and he was in front of me then. His cotton shirt felt soft against my chest. I closed my eyes and tried very hard to focus. This was Blaise. My body needed to snap out of it. I should be yelling at him to leave. Drawing attention to the fact that he was in my bedroom.
The tips of his fingers touched my stomach and brushed the bare skin. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” His voice was low and raspy.
Those fingers moved lower and slid just inside the top of my bottoms.
“I can’t stay away,” he said, his head dropping forward. His breathing was heavy against my ear. “I should,” he whispered as his hand moved until his fingers were between my legs.
I cried out as his middle finger ran against the sensitive, swollen flesh. My knees buckled, and Blaise grabbed my waist with both hands, then tossed me back onto the bed in one swift move.
My hands fisted the comforter as I lifted my body up, my breath now coming out in gasps. I opened my eyes to see Blaise was already climbing onto the bed, and his eyes were where his fingers had just been. His hands grabbed my knees and pushed my legs open to his view.
This shouldn’t be happening. I knew it. He wasn’t safe. Nothing about him was safe. But as he moved his hands up the inside of my thighs, all I wanted was for him to touch me again. I wanted his hands there. The desire was more powerful than anything else.
“AH!” I cried out as his fingertips brushed the thin strip of fabric he met when he reached my bottoms. “Please,” I panted, lifting my hips.
Sanity was gone. It was just pleasure controlling me.
“This …” he whispered as he slipped a finger under the fabric.
I moaned, and my body trembled at the contact.
“Soaking wet.” His deep voice felt almost as good as his touch.
His finger slipped out of my bottoms.
“No!” I pleaded.
That beautiful mouth curled into a wicked grin as he pulled the bottoms down my legs with an aggressive tug that freed them from me quickly. My eyes were locked on his face. I was anxious for more. The finger he’d had inside me slipped between his lips, and he sucked on it, then grabbed my knees, pressing them back onto the bed. His head lowered between my open legs, and the moment his tongue licked my core, I cried out, fisting the covers in my hands and closing my eyes.
The tip of his tongue circled my clit before slipping inside me. Just when I didn’t think I could take any more before exploding, he slid a finger inside of me as he continued to taste and suck. I wasn’t sure what I screamed as the crest of my climax washed over me. It felt as if the wave was never going to let me go, and I shook, unsure if I could take much more when I slowly came back to earth.