#Chapter117
Believe me, Blaine. I’m the Lucky One
BLAINE
That was the longest ride ever. The car smelled sexual tension. Billions of nerves in my body were hyper-aware of it. It was hard to normally breathe when your heart sped up of anticipation and of being turned on at the same time.
I couldn’t count the curses he threw when the traffic light turned red.
We barely got inside his apartment before he slammed his mouth over mine—kissing me savagely, devouring my mouth, pushing his tongue inside, and stroking with mine. His hands traveled my back, under my shirt, then down, grasped my rear, and moved south, cupped my heat—a spot that turned my world upside down causing me to gasp to his scorching touch through my jeans. My breast ached, my nipples already hardened longing for his hot mouth.
