Oh no. I wasn’t admitting all that. “I’m gonna be late. I have to go. We’ll talk about this later.”

Krit’s mouth covered mine one more time in a harder, more intense kiss. Nothing like he’d given me before, and I wanted more of that. But he was gone too soon. “Get to work. I’ll see you when you get home. And, yes, love, I want you there with me tonight. You’re riding with me.”

I managed to nod and not swoon into a heap on the floor. Something was very different, and if he kept this up, I wasn’t going to be able to remember that friendship line anymore.

KRIT

The next week was a balance of perfection and control. I had sworn off any woman but Blythe, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Just being around her was enough. Most of the time. Other times I had to watch her come for me. I was trying like hell to go slow with her, but I was at a breaking point. I wanted inside her.

For the last few nights, she hadn’t gone to listen to me play because she had had to study.

Not acting like a selfish brat and seducing her into coming with me was hard. Tonight she had said she could go, and although having her backstage with me messed with my head because all I wanted to do was stare at her, I was excited. I hated leaving her home at night while I

went to play. She was always asleep when I got back.

Coming up with shit to do while waiting on Blythe to get off work wasn’t easy either. I felt caged. I wanted to go sit up in that office with her all day, but I knew I couldn’t go to her work.

Not being able to get near her was eating at me.

When the door to her apartment finally opened, I stopped pacing the floor in front of the window and went directly to her. I didn’t take the time to greet her. I wanted her mouth on mine. That sweet tongue exploring my mouth and making me okay again.

Blythe’s hand immediately went to my shoulders as she held on and kissed me back with just as much enthusiasm. I grabbed her waist and picked her up. “Legs around me,” I said against her mouth before plunging back into her warmth. Sunshine and fucking apples. I couldn’t get enough.

Blythe wrapped her legs tightly around me, and I carried her to her bed. I had made it up today while I’d tried to kill time until she got home. I didn’t used to have such a hard time finding ways to spend my days. But now all I wanted was her, so it made everything else seem pointless.

I sank down onto the bed, keeping her in my lap, then lay back while she moved her legs to straddle me, and her mouth was on mine again. Fuck, this was what I’d needed all day. I didn’t want to go tonight. I just wanted this.

Blythe’s hands were tugging at my shirt. I lifted my back up off the bed and used one hand to jerk my shirt over my head. Both of her hands were on my abs instantly. Her short perfectly manicured nails sent shivers through me as she grazed the skin there. When her thumbs began rubbing my nipples, I groaned, and my restraint broke. I had wanted to let her play, but damn, I needed her shirt off too.

I began unbuttoning her blouse, trying my best not to rip it off. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly under my touch, and I smiled against her mouth, remembering how sensitive her breasts were. She had had an orgasm several times just from my mouth on her nipples. I wanted to do that again but not today. I had gotten a taste of her pussy by licking my fingers the other night, and I wanted the whole meal now. I had eased her into sexual play this past week. But it was time I got my head between her legs.

When the last button popped free, I shoved the shirt down her arms and started working on getting rid of the bra. Blythe shrugged off both while I tore my mouth from hers and cupped both her breasts in my hands and stared at them in wonderment. “I really fucking love these,” I told her.

Her eyes sparkled with pleasure like they always did when I complemented her in any way.

It was as if she needed me to but didn’t expect it. Which made me want to do it more.

She lowered herself until her tits pressed against me and her mouth was once again on mine. “I like the piercing in your tongue,” she whispered against my lips.

“I know,” I replied, unable to keep from grinning. She’d made it very obvious that she liked the piercing in my tongue. Made me wish I hadn’t let my nipple piercings close up. She’d have loved them, and I would have loved letting her play. But I did have one more piercing she hadn’t seen. The thrill of her being as fascinated with that piercing had my blood pulsing and patience snapping.

Grabbing her by the waist, I flipped her over onto her back and began unsnapping her jeans.

“I want them off,” I told her, almost afraid to give her time to say no. When she lifted her hips so I could tug her pants down, I almost wept with relief.

Simple white satin panties had never looked so damn sexy. Running my hands down her legs, I took a moment to worship her sweet untouched body. Only me. No one else had seen her like this. Just me. Fuck, I wanted to beat my chest and roar. I had never been with a virgin, and I sure as hell had never been with someone so damn pure.

“Take yours off,” she whispered. Her eyes were focused on the button of my jeans. Each short fast excited breath she took did amazing things to her chest. I was torn between taking my time undressing so I could watch her like this, and covering her hard little nipples with my mouth.

I started out slow, but the heat in her eyes sent my good intentions out the window. My jeans came off with one swift movement, and then I was back on top of her. Soaking in the feel of her satin smooth skin against mine. Kissing my way down her neck, I inhaled her scent. It only made my head lighter.

“Love, if you need me to stop, then I need you to tell me now.” My voice sounded like a growl. Instead of frightening her, she shivered and clung tighter to me.

“Don’t stop. Please, Krit, don’t stop,” she begged.

That was all I needed to hear. I moved down her stomach one kiss at a time. I licked the skin pulled tight over her ribs, then circled her naval with my tongue before trailing a line of kisses along the lacey edge of her panties. She bucked her hips restlessly, and the smell of her arousal met my nose.

I couldn’t think straight enough to get her panties off and enjoy seeing them slide down her legs. I ripped the motherfuckers like an animal, and tossed them to the floor. I had one goal and, pressing her legs open with both of my hands on her inner thighs, I claimed that taste I had only had a tease of.

The first stroke of my tongue right up the center flicked at her entrance then circled her swollen nub. Blythe screamed my name, and her body bucked so hard off the bed, I had to take my hands and grab her waist to hold her down. Fuck me, I wasn’t just obsessed. I was in love.

Chapter Eighteen

BLYTHE

This was … I didn’t know this was something that … Oh God! I couldn’t seem to grab on to anything to keep me from spiraling. I was falling, and it was exhilarating. My hands grabbed at Krit’s hair, and a groan from his mouth only added to the pleasure his mouth was already causing.

When he had touched me down there the first time, I had been sure nothing would ever feel as good, but holy wow, I had been so wrong. This … was … wow. No words. I was pulling his hair and I didn’t mean to. I tried to let go, but his mouth would move over me and do something else, and my hands would fist in his soft locks again. Each time I tugged, he growled, so I decided it was fine that I was possibly pulling his hair out. He seemed to like it.

If he was bald when this was over, I didn’t care. I would love him bald. “Oh God!” I cried out as he slid his tongue into the tight hole I knew was meant for something else. Did people do this? A curl of his tongue as it was buried inside me sent shocks through me, and I decided I didn’t care what people did. They were missing out if they didn’t do this.