Dangerous:Made & Broken (A British Bad Boy Romance)(27)

He shifted on the bed above and behind me until his lips were inches  from mine. I looked up at him, faintly aware that I was breathing  heavily, and nearly came undone from the look of pure need in his  intense gaze.

"Say you want me to," he whispered, and his breath made electricity spark off every nerve in my body.

I reached up and tangled my fingers in his black, tousled hair. It was  silky soft and so completely at odds with his hard body hovering above  me.

"I do."

Blaine kissed me, his soft lips descending on mine with urgent need.

I clenched my fingers in his hair and kissed him back with a desperation  I hadn't known I possessed. It was as if the hollow place in my chest  I'd carried around for so many years was ripped wide open, and for every  time our frantic lips met, it soothed the waves of loneliness and pain  I'd been too scared to face. Until today. With him.

I reached for his belt with an urgency that made him chuckle against my  lips. When I got to his zipper it turned to a low groan, and his own  hands began grasping for my clothes.

With some maneuvering he managed to pull my top and bra off before I  could get any further with his pants. I growled into his mouth with  frustration, earning myself a full laugh this time.

Obliging me, Blaine sat up and shrugged out of his T-shirt.

I stared up at all that bare, tattooed skin, drawing in a sharp breath  at the sight. Everything about him made me ache with need.

He was lean rather than bulgy, but the strength in his frame was  unquestionable. Screw six packs-Blaine had at least a freaking  eight-pack, as far as I could count in my less than math-inclined state.  I reached out and let my hand slide up across his taut abdomen,  enjoying the stacks of hard muscle underneath my fingers. A fine tremor  went through his body when I reached the center of his chest and spread  my hand out above the place his heart beat. I looked up and was caught  off guard by the raw expression in his gray eyes.

"I've never wanted a woman as much as I want you," he said, his voice  rough. Something in its pitch made my nipples harden and my pulse move  down south of my navel.

"Why?" It was the question that had haunted me from that night at the  hotel, even if I had done my best to pretend like it didn't. "Why do you  want me?"

The corner of Blaine's mouth quirked up, but the heat in his eyes only  seemed to flame. "Because you're a fucking goddess." He brushed his  hands up my stomach and fanned his fingers out when he came to my chest,  pushing my full breasts up in a lewd display. "I love your tits, your  round hips, your smart mouth."

"Oh," I croaked, my attention wavering as his thumbs feathered over my  already pebbled nipples. He shifted his grip to pinch at both peaks with  just the right amount of pressure, and I moaned in response. My body  reacted to him like a finely tuned instrument, responding to even his  lightest touch. The molten sensation in my pussy made me painfully aware  that I was more than ready for him.

"Blaine, I need you inside, now," I said, reaching once again for his belt.

Blaine caught my wrists before I touched the strap of leather, pushing me down flat on my back. "Not yet."

I frowned, frustration seeping in through my lust-filled haze. "Why the hell not?"

He raised an eyebrow at my impatience and gave my wrists a squeeze to  ensure I kept them still before he moved to hover above me, his hips  resting between my widespread thighs. I arched my pelvis up and he  thrust down hard, giving me a sharp jolt of blissful friction right  where I needed it.

"Yes," I moaned, attempting to roll my hips up again for more, but he kept my lower body pinned to the mattress.

"Trust me, love," he whispered, letting his hot breath gust over my chest. I groaned with frustration.

"I'll trust you once you're inside of me!"

"Shh," Blaine admonished. And then his lips found mine. His kiss was  scorching and left me panting, but he didn't linger. With small nips and  hot kisses he trailed up my jawline until he got to my earlobe.

"Every time I see your beautiful body, I want to bend you over and fuck  you raw. But if I do that, I miss out on this-on touching every inch of  your skin and knowing it makes you ache for it, just as much as I do. I  want you to beg for my cock, baby, and I want you to mean it," he  murmured into my ear, the brush of his lips against the lobe raising  goosebumps with anticipation.         

     



 

"I mean it now. Please, Blaine, please," I breathed shakily. "I've never wanted anything as much as I want this."

His lips curved in a devious smile. "Then imagine how badly you'll want it in about half an hour or so."

"God, you're such a prick," I whined, but without much conviction. Every  nerve where his lips had touched me was buzzing with a near-electric  awareness, rendering me incapable of gathering my thoughts.

With a hum of amusement Blaine dipped his head to my throat, and I stopped trying to think.

Heat spread in warm waves for every kiss he placed along my jugular,  dipping ever lower as he reached my clavicle and lapped at the hollow  with his tongue.

I moaned, long and wantonly, clutching at the sheets to keep my hands  anchored above my head. As much as I wanted to feel his thick cock force  me wide open, I relished in the exquisite torture of his slow caresses.

"Christ, even your skin tastes like sex," Blaine groaned. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Even if I had known what to answer, I wouldn't have been capable,  because just then, he moved further down my chest and sucked an achingly  erect nipple into his hot mouth.

"Ohh, fuck, Blaine!" I moaned, almost losing my grip on the sheets.

He flicked his tongue over the tight little bud and then sucked it  deeper into his mouth with short, hard pulls that made me cry out and my  clit pulse in sympathy.

When he finally released my nipple with a wet pop, I was panting hard  and squirming my hips against his in a desperate attempt at getting more  stimulation.

"You have the best fucking tits in the world," he growled-and then he  lowered his head to my other breast while simultaneously shifting a leg  in between my thighs, lifting it up high enough to rub deliciously  against the seam of my jeans.

When he sucked hard on the nipple now trapped in the hot cavern of his mouth, I nearly came.

Nearly-because when I cried out and bucked against his thigh, seconds  from reaching my climax, the bastard pulled back, leaving my throbbing  body without even the faintest stimulation.

"Blaine!" It was meant as a curse, but it came out breathy and so, so needy.

He fell back down on top of me, but this time, he only gave my breasts a couple of light kisses before he moved further down.

My breath exploded out of my lungs when he trailed his tongue down my soft flesh.

When he got to my scars, he paused, his lips hovering over the very top of them.

I raised up on my elbows to watch him, a small part of me needing to see  if he had really meant what he said earlier-about finding them  beautiful.

The heat in his eyes when he caught my gaze made me shiver.

"You are the singularly most gorgeous woman on this Earth," Blaine  whispered. He bent his head and placed a lingering kiss on the scar  highest up on my abdomen.

"So strong."

Another kiss.

"So brave.

Another kiss

"So fucking sexy."

Each touch of his lips against my marred skin trailed lower and lower,  not missing a single scar. By the time he reached the waist of my jeans,  every drop of blood in my body was on fire.

Blaine sat up, undoing my jeans with skilled speed before he pulled them  and my panties over my hips and arse in one go, easily disposing of  them in seconds.

When he returned his focus to me, his eyes were smoldering and his lips  curved into a smirk that nearly set my panties on fire. "Ready to start  begging, love?"

"Yeah-huh," I groaned, desperately hoping I'd be able to form words.

"Good." He moved down further on the bed until he could lay down flat  between my legs, his mouth positioned right above my throbbing pussy.  His breath blew across my already soaking folds, sending spikes of wild  hunger shivering through my body.

The first brush of his tongue over my lips made me whimper and clutch my hands so hard around the sheets that they ripped.

Blaine made an appreciative noise at the back of his throat. "You taste  fucking amazing." It was a low growl, and the heady tones went right to  my spine.

I arched up, only to be met with the forceful thrust of the full length  of his tongue. He drove in between my lips, parting them from my weeping  entrance and all the way up to my pulsing clit in one, long lick.

I cried out, finally losing the battle to keep my hands above my head.  When he began lapping circles around my nub of nerves, I grabbed  fistfuls of his hair and pulled him as close as I could against me,  craving more.

Blaine didn't seem to mind in the slightest. He grabbed my squirming  legs and hiked my thighs over his shoulders, before finally closing his  lips around my clit to suck deeply.