Page 81 of Guarded Love

She tastes like pineapple and rum and something that's purely Willow. I’ve thought about what it would be like to kiss her again but never thought I would have the opportunity to do it again after I messed things up. She moans and her lips part, and I take full advantage, deepening the kiss without a second thought.

This isn't gentle. This isn't careful. This is years of want and denial and watching her from a distance when I had the chance finally exploding into something I can't control. I kiss her like I'll never get another opportunity, and hell, maybe I won’t.

"Fuck," I breathe against her lips, pulling back just enough to see her face. Her eyes are dark, pupils wide from what I can see in this dark alleyway, and her lips swollen from my mouth. She's never looked more beautiful.

"Why did you stop?" she whispers, and I find myself wondering the same damn thing.

"I don't know," I admit. "I don't know why I stopped."

She pulls me back down to her and says, "Then don't do it again."

One thing’s for certain, I don't need to be told twice. My mouth crashes back against hers and this time there's no hesitation, no pulling back. My hands tangle in her hair as I press her against the brick wall behind us. She tastes like everything I've been denying myself, and I'm starving for it.

I can feel every curve of her body pressed against mine, and it's driving me insane. When she nips at my bottom lip, I nearly lose it completely.

"Willow," I growl against her mouth.

"I know," she breathes. "I know."

The chance of someone finding us is real, but I can't bring myself to care. Not when she's making me lose my mind with just her lips and I can’t think straight. I’ve wanted this for so long that I’ll take it on any terms and that includes us being reckless and getting caught. She’s that addictive and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

That’s a thought I can’t focus on right now. My hands find the hem of her tight black dress and I groan as my fingers brush against her thighs. She gasps into my mouth, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

"Tell me to stop," I say against her lips, even as my hands slide higher. "Tell me this is crazy."

"It is crazy," she says. "And I don't want you to stop."

That's all the permission I need. My mouth moves to her neck, finding a spot just below her ear that makes her arch against me. I want to spend my time getting to know every inch of her body, but I tell myself that will come in due time even if that’s not true. But what is true is I can’t waste a single second.

"Someone could see us," Willow barely gets the words out. Her head falls back against the brick wall and it gives me better access.

"Let them," I growl against her throat. My hands grip her thighs, and before I can second-guess myself, I'm dropping to my knees in front of her.

Her eyes go wide. "Blaise, what are you?—"

"I need to taste you, I need to know if you taste as good as I've imagined."

I can see the war that’s waging within her playing out across her face. She wants me to do this, but she knows we're in an alley where anyone could find us.

"Here?" she whispers.

"Right here. Right now." I push her dress higher. "Unless you want me to stop."

I refuse to do anything she doesn’t want me to do or that will make her uncomfortable. She stares down at me for a long moment, and I can see the exact second she makes her decision. Her hands tangle in my hair, and she says something, but I don’t catch it.

“What did you say, sweetheart?”

This time she says it louder, "I want you to make me come."

“That I can and would love to do.”

I push her dress up around her waist and groan when I realize she’s wearing a thong. I don’t bother hooking my fingersin the waistband of her underwear in order to pull them down. There’s no point and it feels like it would take up too much of our precious time. Instead, I push the fabric aside and as I touch her, I find her already wet for me. The discovery makes me groan against her inner thigh.

“Fuck, baby. Is this all for me?” I look up and catch her nodding her head, but I don’t linger. I have a test that I need to complete in front of me and I fully plan on scoring an ‘A’.

The first taste of her makes my head spin. She's everything I imagined she’d be and so much more. She’s a mixture of sweet, intoxicating, and absolutely perfect for me. Her fingers tighten in my hair as I explore her with my mouth.

"Oh my—" she says and I barely hear her above the music that is coming from every direction. She might have said something else, but what I did hear as clear as day is her saying, "Blaise?—"