I could see the anger in her eyes. I didn’t know which thing she hadn’t forgiven me for: Sydney, Rio, or both.
“You look gorgeous, love.” I leaned toward her for a peck on the cheek, but she turned her head.
“Do you have any idea what you cost me today?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t try to cost you anything. I think it was a mis-communication. A language barrier.”
“We both speak English,” she spewed. “Some of us better than others.”
“I don’t see how I did anything to you.”
“Well, you did. I put everything into that story and it was a complete bust. You were out of the pool for what? Four hours? That’s not news. It’s an inconvenience, but it’s not news, Blaine.”
“It was news to me. It happened. I was supposed to swim today and I couldn’t get my ass in the water. Sorry.” I felt the tension grip my shoulders. This wasn’t how I wanted to start our date. I had half a mind to swing her tight ass over my shoulder and carry her upstairs, but I listened to her berate me in the lobby instead.
I tried to explain what happened. “I had no idea the press would be there. It was as if I planned it.”
“Did you think to call me? To let me know so I wouldn’t make a fool of myself in front of my new boss, or did you like the part where I made an idiot in front of my old boss?”
Fuck. I should have called her. I should have realized what a colossal fuckup it could have been for her.
“I’m sorry, Ava. Come on. Let’s have a good time and you’ll forget about the pool today. Forget about work. I have something fun planned for you.”
She crossed her arms.
“I only agreed to meet you because you held me hostage in front of the press. I know a lot of those people. The Sports Now people. So now that you’ve seen me, I’ve told you off, we can go our separate ways.”
She spun on her heels to climb the staircase, but my hands landed on her shoulders, rotating her to face me.
“You promised me one drink. And I’m going to make you honor that promise.”
“Is this your second kidnapping attempt?” she smarted off.
I felt my cock jerk. The last time she said that I had taken her back to my hotel and had the most fucking incredible night of my life. I wanted it again. I wanted her again.
“Is that what you want?” I ran my fingers over her arm, pressing into her wrist.
She pulled away from me quickly. “I don’t want to get fired again. I want to keep my job. That’s what I want.”
“I don’t think drinks with me will get you fired. Come on, we’re getting out of here.”
I didn’t give her a chance to protest, but led her through the lobby and outside onto the sidewalk. She was going to let me buy her a drink.
“I know a place where the locals go.”
“You do?”
“I can’t stay in the village all the time.” I grinned as I felt her palm relax when I wound my fingers around hers.
“Where is this place?” she asked.
“Around the corner. You like music?”
“Who doesn’t like music?”
I laughed. “Good, because I’m taking you dancing.”
“You said drinks, not dancing.” I saw the scowl on her face.
“You have to dance with me to get the drink.”
“That’s—that’s blackmail.”
I shrugged. “It’s what I want.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And I guess that’s what you’re used to. You always get what you want, don’t you?”
I stopped in front of the bar, where we could hear the music blaring from inside.
“I want the gold.” I stared into her eyes. “I want the world record.” I touched her finger to my lips, biting on the tips. “And I want you.”
14
Ava
He did it again. My breath stopped. My head spun. I couldn’t remember my name or my zip code. The only thing I could do was look in Blaine’s eyes and get lost. I didn’t know how long I could hold on to the anger. He shredded it with his charm and his sexy bedroom eyes.
He held the door for me. “Ladies first.” He grinned and I knew he was going to watch my ass when I walked past him. I glimpsed over my shoulder and caught him looking.
There was satisfaction in knowing that Blaine lusted after me even though I refused to give in to what he wanted.
The bar was packed. We squeezed through a group waiting for a table. I felt Blaine’s hands clasp my waist and guide me to the other side of the dance floor.
I watched as the dancers threw their hands in the air, singing along with the Brazilian song. I didn’t know if I could dance like the women on the floor. They moved with such abandon as if they didn’t care who saw their bodies gyrate and spin. I wanted to feel that. I wanted my hair to tussle around my shoulders. I wanted my feet to find their rhythm. I wanted the beat of the music to flow through my soul. This place was intoxicating without a single drink.
Suddenly, the music changed from a quick tempo to something slow and sultry.
“I think this is our song, love.” Blaine’s voice was low and deep in my ear.
The tingle he gave me shot through my spine to my toes.
The crowd separated for us as he paved a path onto the floor. He twirled me into place and immediately his hands pulled me against his body. I gasped as I felt my chest press against his. He smiled.
“What is it, love? Worried you’ll want me in the middle of the dancefloor and everyone will see?”
“God, no,” I snapped, but I felt the instant flutter in my stomach as the warmth of his hands radiated through the thin fabric at the small of my back. I wore something to keep me cool, not to be closer to him.
His fingertips pressed along my spine and I felt dizzy. Maybe it was the music, or the lights strung overhead. Maybe it was the way our bodies aligned together, or the smell of clean soap on his neck. Maybe it was all of those things that made me forget I was angry at him.
He dipped me, following the lines on my throat with his eyes. I felt the burn on my skin when we touched. I rose slowly and his hands slid around my waist, pulling me to his chest. My eyes widened when I felt the hardness against my hip. Was he as turned on as I was?
I swallowed hard, trying to pay attention to the beat. Pretending that the rhythm of the music mattered, but suddenly, the only sensations I knew were the ones from Blaine. His hands slowly trailed along my hips, digging his fingers into my skirt, gripping my ass.
I gasped. The lights were low, but holy shit. This was hot.
My heart beat wildly.
His fingers began to raise the hem of my skirt. I locked eyes with him, shaking my head. This wasn’t happening.
He licked his lips before diving toward me for a kiss. I whimpered as I felt his tongue slide along mine. God, why did he have to be such a good kisser? I threw my arms around his neck, abandoning all the reasons I wanted to stay mad. The music pulsed around us and I held on for dear life.
Finally, the song ended and I realized neither one of us had moved.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he whispered in my ear.
It was like last time, except now I had all the information. I knew what this man was capable of doing. I knew he could screw me and not look back. I knew I would wake up alone tomorrow. I knew what it felt like when he looked in my eyes. I knew what he tasted like. I knew how my body shattered when he was inside me. I knew all of those things. And I knew I was going to say yes.
***
“Do you have a curfew?” I asked, locking my hotel room behind us. It seemed like a dumb question, but if Blaine was going to come up with an excuse to ditch me, I wanted to get it out in the open now.
He reached for my face, dragging my lips under his.
I moaned at the forcefulness. He was so fucking sexy and confident.
“No, love. No curfew until the games open.”
He peeled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. I
stared, remembering I had seen this glorious body once before. It didn’t mean I’d ever get used to it.
He tilted my chin upward before taking a fistful of hair in his hands, yanking my head for a powerful kiss. He thrust his tongue between my lips and I sucked and bit, hungry to taste him again. My hands trailed over his skin, tracing the smoothness of his chest when I landed on his buckle.
I couldn’t describe every man in detail I had slept with, but a cock like Blaine Crews’s was not one I’d ever forget. I knew every part of it intimately and knowing we were getting ready to get reacquainted had my panties on fire. I slung the belt buckle off his button and smiled when I unzipped the zipper.
As I shoved the khakis from his hips he found the zipper on the side of my skirt and shimmied it over my hips.
God, things were going fast. Too fast. But I couldn’t slow it down even if I wanted to. I looked into Blaine’s eyes when he shoved me backward on the bed.
I sunk into the feather mattress. “What the—”
But he knelt between my knees. “There’s something I wanted last time we were together.” His index finger drew a lazy circle on the top of my thigh and I sighed. He snapped the side of my panties.
“Oh.” I swallowed hard.
“I never got a taste, love.” He kissed along the top of the lace and snatched the fabric with his teeth.
Oh my God. I watched as he ripped them at the seam. His eyes filled with lust. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. I was completely turned on and fascinated by everything he did to my body. Every nerve ending pulsed.
He ran his thick fingers through my slit and I moaned. “Shit, Blaine,” I cursed through my teeth. He had to see how swollen and needy my clit was.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He lowered his head between my legs. He blew a steady breath and I bucked forward desperate to feel his tongue. Desperate to feel his fingers.
He propped my heels on his massive shoulders and started a slow lick around my entrance, stopping to circle my clit.
“Ohh.” I clutched at the sheets, bucking for more.
“Feels good?” He looked up to watch my reaction.
I nodded. It felt like pure intoxicating sin. I wanted more than one lick.
“Do it again,” I begged. My voice raspy and unrecognizable.
He grinned, settling between my thighs. This time his tongue dipped inside me before blazing a trail to my throbbing nub. I squirmed.
His fingers parted my folds. I felt exposed in a way I’d never experienced. His hungry eyes raked over me.
“I’m going to make you come so hard tonight, love.”
He clamped over my clit, sucking eagerly before filling me with his fingers. I thrust my hips into the air, needing the pressure. Wanting to explode in his mouth with the rush of my heated orgasm.
His tongue lashed and flicked. “So fucking wet. So sweet.” He dove forward again, this time striking my G-spot with his fingers until I was writhing on the bed. It was as if he had lit a slow charge of fireworks inside my belly and was waiting for each one of them to detonate.
He yanked my hips closer to the edge of the bed. With all the rocking, I had moved too far for his liking.
“Get back here.” He centered me before another round. “I fucking love how you taste, Ava.”
I didn’t have words. Only sensations.
“I could do this to you all night.”
I whimpered. What if he did? What if I couldn’t take the pleasure—the wave after wave of erotic shocks he was sending down my spine to my toes? What if this was death by orgasm?
As his teeth nipped at my clit he thrust his fingers inside and I was lost. I clutched the sheets, needing something to keep me from floating off the bed. The orgasm shattered through me like liquid fire melting under my skin. I screamed his name as his tongue plunged inside me, sucking with a quick rhythm.
Slowly, the wave crested and my breath returned to normal. I opened my eyes. Blaine crawled forward.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, Ava.”
He was between my knees. I could feel his cock pressed against my thigh. If he didn’t slide inside me I’d die another death. A death of wanting Blaine Crews so badly.
“God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
His lips crushed mine as he climbed on top of me, spreading my legs wide. I dug my heels into his firm ass. I’d made this mistake before and swore I’d never do it again. But the ache in my core wouldn’t listen to reason. It didn’t care about logic. All it cared about was getting fucked by Blaine.
He nudged the tip of his cock over my entrance and inhaled sharply.
“You know how many times I’ve dreamed about this?” He looked into my eyes.
He pushed slowly, stretching me to fit over his hard as steel erection. The pressure was intense and hot. I moaned.
“Tell me you dreamed about me fucking you.” He dipped lower and I closed my eyes.
“I dreamed about you,” I whispered.
“Was I fucking you like this?”
He pulled out, spreading the heat over my clit and made a line between my folds. I tried to press my knees together to pull him back in. It felt empty and painful without him filling me.
I knew the game he wanted to play. He wanted the words on my lips. He wanted to hear how much I thought about him. That he had fucked me so hard it was burned into my skin. That our one night together meant I could never be with another man because no one could make me feel what he did. I knew exactly what he wanted to hear me say because I wanted to hear it from his mouth too.
I grabbed his ass, clawing into it with my nails. He hissed loudly. “Damn it, Ava.”
“Yes, I dreamed about you fucking me every night.” I let my legs fall apart for him. “I dreamed you fucked me until I screamed your name. I begged for your cock. I sucked you off before I fell asleep. You woke me up so we could fuck again. Is that what you need to hear? That I haven’t been with another man since Sydney?” I pulled him toward me. The ache was painful. “That even though I’m mad as hell all I want is for you to be inside me? Does that make any sense?”
He brushed his lips over mine. “Perfect sense, love. Because I’ve had the same dream about fucking you.”
He grinned devilishly.
“You have?”
“Oh yeah.” He kissed me roughly. “So tell me now to fuck you like you’ve wanted in your dreams.”
“Oh God.” I didn’t know what to say. My body felt like a live wire. “Just fuck me, please.” I twisted my hands in his hair and brought his mouth to mine.
He thrust inside me and the room went dark. He pumped in and out while I held on to him, raking my nails over his skin. Kissing him, squeezing him.
And when I knew my orgasm was ready to break free, I bit his shoulder to keep the screams from escalating.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, pushing inside me.
The world spun around me as my release whipped through my body.
“I want you on your knees, love,” he groaned. “Let me fuck you the way I want.”
I was almost limp in his arms as he pulled out and flipped me on my stomach. But as soon as I felt his back against me, my ass immediately lifted in the air. Holy shit—what was I doing?
“Fuck yes.” He grinned, spreading my legs wide and holding his cock.
I looked over my shoulder at the man who had rocked my world for the second time. I wiggled back and forth, desperate for him to fill me again. I’d never been taken from behind and suddenly the idea of Blaine being the one to do it made me wetter and hotter than I thought possible.
He ran a finger over my swollen entrance. “Damn, baby, you’re soaking.”
Was this the time to tell him I was a virgin at this? Why the hell not?
“I’ve never—I’ve wanted to try this.” I bit my lip.
His green eyes widened. “Fuck, Ava.” He sat back on his heels, his hands caressing my bottom. “Sometimes I think you want to kill me.”
“I
shouldn’t have said anything.” I tried to move but he gripped my hips.
“Don’t move,” he commanded. “If this is how you’ve always wanted to be fucked, then shit, I want to be the man to do it. This is our nirvana.”
I felt my nipples harden as they draped over the pillow. I’d never felt such a rush of sexual energy. And then he plunged inside me.
“Oh my God.” I met his thrust with one of my own. He was so deep I whimpered for a second, and then I began to ride against him.
“Yes, love. Fuck me.” He pulled my hips so I jolted onto his dick. I couldn’t stop. My breasts bounced with abandon as Blaine thrust inside me. Each time surging with more power than the last.
“I want to come,” I begged. “Please let me.” My entire body was tense and spent. I was exhausted and turned on. The sweat mingled on our bodies and I felt the burn from his kisses blaze across my back.
He reached around me and tugged on my clit, and I finally let out the scream I had been keeping in all night. The orgasm raged through me. I clenched his cock as it wracked my body with violent shakes. I pulsed and moaned.
I felt Blaine’s arms wrap around me, and with another pump, he thrust inside me, spilling his release.
Our bodies collapsed together on the bed and Blaine tucked me into his arms.
“Fuck, love.”
He massaged my nipples and my head rolled to the side. My body was his to do whatever he wanted with it. I could die like this and know I had been properly fucked by the most brilliant playboy on the planet.
“Are you going to leave in the morning?” I whispered.
He kissed me on the temple. “You’ve lost your bloody mind.” He squeezed my tits tenderly and I wondered if it were true.
The room spun again and I fell asleep, hoping it wasn’t a dream.
15
Blaine
The sun poured through the wooden blinds. There was something heavy weighing my arm to the bed. I looked down to see Ava curled against my chest. I grinned.
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