“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 f**k 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 c**k, baby, and I want you to mean it,” he murmured into my ear, the brush of his lips again
