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BLAISE

I take Willow’s hand and lead her off the dance floor without another word.

She follows, and to be honest, I’m surprised she does. However, tonight it different. It’s because neither of us want to pretend that this isn’t a thing anymore.

We push through the crowd and I don't bother checking to see if David's watching or if Madison's noticed we've left. Text messages can confirm who we’re with and we’re we’ve gone. My focus is only on getting Willow alone.

The moment we're outside the bar, I turn us down a narrow alley between two buildings. It's slightly quieter here and is dimly lit by a single streetlamp, making it less likely we’ll be spotted. Part of me is moving this fast because I don’t want to give her time to realize she’s supposed to be pissed at me for rejecting her years ago.

Or to recall that we’re not supposed to be doing this.

With every step I take, the more my control slips. Damn the consequences at least for tonight. I need this. I need her. I need us alone. I’ve been pushed to the edge and this is what it feels like to go over. I’m feeling slightly lightheaded already, and we’ve barely even started.

"Blaise—" she starts, but I cut her off.

"Do you have any idea what you've been doing to me? All day. Since we stepped foot in Puerto Rico?"

"What exactly have I been doing?" she asks, her voice breathless but defiant. She takes a step closer instead of backing away. "Tell me."

"You know damn well what. The way you looked at me in the rainforest. How you didn’t bother trying to cover up once you saw me staring at your tits through your shirt. Dancing with that asshole just to make me lose my mind."

"Maybe I want you to lose your mind. Maybe I'm tired of you pretending you don't want this."

"Pretending?" The word comes out as a growl. "You think any of this has been easy for me? Watching you, wanting you, knowing I can't have you?"

"Says who? Knox? Some rule you made up in your head?"

"Knox would kill me."

She looks around as if she’s trying to find something. "Knox isn't here." Her hand comes up to rest against my chest, right over my racing heart. "It's just us, Blaise."

The way she says my name is all it takes for the last thread of my restraint to snap in half. I move before I can think, before I can stop myself, before I can remember all the reasons this is a terrible idea. My hands frame her face, and I crash my mouth against hers like I’ll die if I don’t.

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 fingers in 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?—"

It takes everything within me not to smirk when her words die on her lips, but I refrain.

I’m focused on the task at hand, and I’m determined to lose myself in her completely.

I use my tongue to trace slow, deliberate circles around her clit.

Her fingers are anchored in my hair and her hips begin to move.

I’m convinced it’s only a matter of time before she starts humping my face.

And I’ll enjoy every second of it.

I should stop.

Deep down I know I should.

We’re in an alley. There are people everywhere, music in the air, the chance of someone turning the wrong corner and seeing exactly what I’m doing to her. She’s Knox’s little sister. She’s off-limits. This isn’t what good guys do.

But she tastes like sin, and I’ve never wanted anything more.

And right now, I don’t give a damn about being good.

I move my head to take her clit between my lips, sucking gently while my fingers find her entrance. When I slide one finger inside her, she gasps and her hips buck against my mouth.

"You're so fucking tight," I say, but I’m not sure if she registered what I said. I move in and out of her slowly at first, letting her adjust to me while my mouth continues its work on her clit. Her body responds immediately, clenching around my finger as soft whimpers escape her lips.

"More," she breathes, and the desperation in her voice nearly undoes me.

I add a second finger, stretching her carefully as I curl them upward, searching for that spot that will make her see stars. When I find it, her entire body jerks against the wall.

"Right there," she gasps, her grip on my hair tightening to the point of pain, but I don’t care. "Please, don't stop."

I wouldn't dream of it. I work my fingers deeper, establishing a rhythm that has her eyes rolling into the back of head. She’s getting wetter with each stroke and it’s then I know I was made to bring her body this pleasure.

"You feel incredible," I say because I can’t help myself before returning my mouth to her clit. The combination of my tongue and fingers has her trembling, and I can tell she's fighting to stay quiet.

Her walls clench around my fingers as I curl them, hitting her G-spot again. "Blaise, I—" she starts, but the words shift into a moan when I increase the pressure of my tongue.

I love watching her lose control. The way her head falls back, exposing her throat that I can’t wait to lick and suck given the next opportunity.

How her fingers twist in my hair like she's trying to keep herself from falling to the ground.

Not to mention the little sounds she makes when I change the angle or speed.

"That's it, baby," I encourage, pumping my fingers steadily while my mouth works her clit. "Let me hear you."

She's close. I can feel it in the way her muscles tense and how her breathing has become more erratic.

I slide a third finger inside her, stretching her further, and she gasps at the sensation.

"Too much?" I ask and regret that I made this silly move. I don’t want to hurt her and might have just stalled her orgasm.

"No," she manages to get out but her voice is strained. "It's perfect. You're amazing."

The praise goes straight to my head, making me even more determined to make her fall apart. I pump my fingers faster, curling them on each stroke while my tongue flicks rapidly over her clit.

Her breathing becomes shallow, desperate. "I'm so close," she whispers.

Thank fuck I didn’t ruin this. When her thighs start to shake, I know she's right on the edge.

"Come for me," I growl against her. "I want to feel you fall apart."

That's all it takes. Her orgasm slams through her body as she cries out my name. It’s the sweetest sound. I don't stop, working her through tremors until she's pushing at my shoulders because her pussy is now oversensitive.

I slowly withdraw my fingers and press one last gentle kiss to each of her thighs before standing. She's leaning heavily against the wall, chest heaving, looking absolutely wrecked in the best possible way.

"Holy shit," she breathes, staring at me with wide eyes.

I can't help the satisfied smirk that crosses my face. "Good?"

She lets out a breathless laugh. "Blaise, that was—" She shakes her head, seemingly at a loss for words. “How did you—? There’s no way you?—”

I stare her dead in the eye as I stick each of the fingers that was inside her in my mouth one by one.

“You think I just guessed how to touch you like that?”

I wait a beat before I continue. “I’ve read articles and books, watched videos, took notes like I was prepping for an exam. Being a nerd has its perks. Especially when I’m using what I’ve learned to ruin you. Now let’s get out of here.”