Fallen Too Far (Too Far, #1)(45)

Blaire lifted her hips and grabbed my arms, meeting my thrusts. How the hell did she know to do that?

“Yeah. God, you’re incredible. So tight. Blaire, you’re so f*cking tight.” I praised her. She needed to know how amazing this was for me.

Her legs lifted and tucked close to my sides, opening her wider for me. My body sank even deeper into her warmth, and I began to tremble. I was going to come. I had reached my limit. There was only so much a man could take.

“Are you close, baby?” I asked her. I wanted her to come with me.

“I think,” she said, panting as her grip on my arms tightened.

I wasn’t coming without her, dammit. I wanted her to feel this with me. I moved my hand down to brush my thumb against her clit. The sensitive nub swelled under my touch.

“Ah! Yes, right there!” Blaire cried out, as her body went off underneath me.

I wasn’t sure what I yelled, but a roar ripped from my chest as the most epic sensation of my life rocked through my body, sending me somewhere I didn’t know existed.





CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO


Had I just blacked out? Shit. That was . . . that was . . . there were no words for what that was. I was still lying on Blaire, probably suffocating her, although her arms were tightly wrapped around my body. She wasn’t trying to push me off.

I didn’t want to pull out of her. Being inside her felt like home. But I had just taken her virginity and at some point lost my mind in the process.

I moved back, and she tightened her hold on me. The pleasure she gave me was more than she knew. I liked knowing she wanted me close.

“I’ll be back. I need to take care of you first,” I told her, then kissed her gently before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

I didn’t bother with clothing. She had seen all of me now. She could handle it. I took a washcloth and got the water hot before soaking the cloth and making sure it was nice and warm. She would need cleaning up. As much as I wanted to do that again, she was going to need time.

I walked back into the room, and Blaire’s eyes locked on mine then dropped to my waist. Her eyes got big, and her face turned red.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” I teased her. I touched her knee and moved it. She wasn’t helping. “Open up for me,” I instructed, and gently nudged her knee again. “Not too much,” I told her. I just needed to get better access.

The small smear of blood on her pink folds made the beast inside me roar in pleasure. This was mine. I had done this. No one had been here before me. It was f*cked up, but I couldn’t help it. The idea of anyone else ever touching her made me insane.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, as I cleaned the area as gently as I could. I wanted to kiss her there and make everything better, but I wasn’t sure she was ready for that again just yet.

When she was as perfectly unblemished as before I had taken her, I stopped cleaning her and tossed the rag into the trash can. It was time I held her close. Let myself bask in the knowledge that she was mine. I crawled up to lie beside her and pulled her into my arms.

“I thought you weren’t a cuddler, Rush,” Blaire said, as she inhaled the skin on my neck with her little nose.

“I wasn’t. Only with you, Blaire. You’re my exception.” Truer words were never spoken. Blaire was my only exception. She always would be. I tugged the covers up and over us, then tucked her head under my chin. She needed rest, and I needed to hold her. To feed the possessive beast she had awoken inside me with the reassurance that she was safe here with me.

It only took minutes before her breathing slowed and her arms went lax around me. She was exhausted. She’d worked all day . . . and then this. Smiling, I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent. The fear in the back of my head that she would leave me when she found out the truth threatened to ruin this moment. But I pushed it away. She was going to love me. I’d make her fall in love with me. Then . . . then she’d listen to me, and she’d forgive me. She had to.

I woke up to a naked, soft, beautiful body still curled up against me. The sun was peeking through the blinds. I didn’t care what time it was, but I knew she would care. I wanted her here with me, but it wasn’t about what I wanted. This was about Blaire. And she wouldn’t want to be late for work. Her sense of responsibility wouldn’t allow that. I had to wake her up, as much as letting her sleep in my arms appealed to me.

Taking a deep breath, I let her scent fill my head. The memory of her other scent made my already semierect cock go full-blown. I wasn’t going to make her do something that would be painful, but I could make her tender flesh feel good and ease my hunger.

I moved down her body and picked up one of her adorable bare feet, then placed a kiss to the instep. She didn’t move. Grinning, I continued trailing kisses up to her calf and back down again, tasting her skin every few kisses.

Blaire’s body started to stretch and move. Just a little at first, but the moment she was awake, I knew it. The slow, easy movements stopped, and her eyes flew open. I continued kissing up her leg, grinning while I watched her sleepy face.

“There’s your eyes. I was beginning to wonder just how much I was going to need to kiss in order to wake you up. Not that I mind kissing higher, but that would lead to some more incredible sex, and you now only have twenty minutes to get to work.”

Blaire’s eyes went wide, and she sat up in bed so quickly I had to let her leg go. I knew she wouldn’t want to miss work.