Page 109 of Blush Crush

I push the cork back into the bottle. “What’s going on?”

“I just—you said I could call. If I needed help.”

Thank fuck we came home early. “I can help,” I say slowly, already reaching for my keys.

“I thought maybe if I heard your voice?—”

“What’s the code to get in your building?” Her complex locks up like a fortress after hours. Which is good for overall safety, but bad when my dick is doing half the thinking.

It takes her a second to realize what I’m saying. “Wait! Are you back? You’re not on your trip still?”

I swear I can hear her smile and it gives me a boost of adrenaline, maybe even a little pep in my step. “Just got back.”

When she doesn’t respond right away I say, “Tell me the code, doll. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

She exhales, her breath shaky. “Five, Four, One, One.”

“Don’t move, stay right where you are. I’ll be there soon.”

Ariana’s building is only a couple blocks from Novel.

I park in an open spot out front, punch in the code, and wait with barely held patience for the elevator to open up.

When it finally does, the ride up to the fourth floor feels like an eternity.

I just hope she hasn’t fallen asleep in the excruciatingly long time it’s taken me to get here. But then again, I can think of a few creative ways to wake her up.

I twist the knob and find it’s unlocked, which both pleases and angers me. I hate to think of some pervy neighbor finding her door unlocked and all the terrible things that could happen to her. I make a mental note to ask her for a key and latch the door behind me before going any further.

Once I cross the threshold of her bedroom, any anger I had been holding onto dissipates. She’s sprawled out in bed above the covers wearing light pink cotton sleep shorts and a matching tank top, no bra, leaving her nipples free to poke through, and a vibrator in her hand. It’s obscene how much it excites me to see her laid out like she is. Like a damn gift that only I get to unwrap.

My mouth waters instantaneously, and I waste no time stripping out of my clothes, leaving nothing but my briefs on before crawling onto the bed over top of her.

I should probably hold back on acting like a fucking animal but her gaze tells me she doesn’t mind. In fact, I think she likes it when I get a little feral.

“Hi,” I tell her, when my face reaches hers. “Heard you needed a hand.”

She bursts out a giggle. “The Cole Benton has to have better pickup lines than that.”

I laugh, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Nah, no lines for you.” I press my lips to hers before she can respond and she opens up for me, deepening the kiss. My tongue licks against hers, tracing and caressing like I’m trying to memorize her. I cup her jaw the way I know she enjoys. This innocent-looking woman likes to be manhandled and possessed, and while I’ve been careful to not take it too far, I look forward to the day I get to test just how much she desires to be controlled.

When I pull back her blue eyes are cloudy and full of lust. “You look so fucking beautiful.”

A tinge of pink skirts across her cheeks and she captures her puffy bottom lip in a bite.

Dipping my head I give that bottom lip a nip, wanting in on the action.

She makes a soft sound and I swallow it, dragging my mouth along her jaw and down to her neck, her pulse jumping against my lips.

The vibrator is still in her hand and I reach down and take it from her, holding it up between us. Her eyes track it as her chest heaves a breath.

“Do you have any lube?” I ask, because I’m dying to use this on her but only if there’s lube available.

She nods and I roll off her to give her room. She leans over to dig through the nightstand while I shift to sit with my back against the headboard, legs extended in front of me, vibrator sitting beside me.

Once she finds the bottle, she turns back to find me watching her, and I pat the space between my legs, motioning for her to sit between them.

She settles against me, her back to my chest, and I wrap one arm loosely around her waist to anchor her.