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“Your room?”
“Oui. I mean yes.”
“Do you bring a lot of women here?”
“Not as many as you think.”
He pulled her blouse out from the waistband of her navy capri pants, his fingers sending sparks over her skin as they skimmed her bare belly.
He tugged on her belly ring. “Sexy, Lorraine.”
“Yeah, well. I don’t know if it says ‘sexy,’ as much as it says ‘drunk on my fortieth birthday.’”
He laughed, a deep rumble. “Trust me. It is sexy.” He pulled the shell over her head and tossed it aside. “I’ll wash the stain out for you later.”
He was going to wash her blouse?
He cupped her breasts through her lacy bra, circling her nipples with his thumbs. “Si belle, chérie.” So beautiful. He lowered his head and caught a nipple in his mouth through the fabric.
She gasped as a blaze ribboned to her core. He glided one hand to her back, deftly unhooked her bra, and dropped it to the floor. Raine’s full breasts fell gently against her chest.
“Dieu,” Blaise said, raking his gaze over her, melting her flesh with its intensity. “Creamy white with nipples like the Beaujolais.” He touched them lightly and then gathered them in his hands, thumbing her nipples. “So pretty, Lorraine. You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”
She sighed. Her boobs were nice. Even her ex had liked them, and he’d liked little else about her. But no one had ever paid them such homage as Blaise. His gaze never wandered as he explored every inch of them, his fingers leaving a trail of currents everywhere they went. He touched them with an intense passion that was so pure, she wanted to swoon and scream at the same time. Swoon, because his touch felt so wonderful and his pleasure at touching her made her giddy with desire. Scream, because what she really wanted was his mouth. But clearly, Blaise wasn’t about to be rushed. He spent several more minutes caressing her breasts, murmuring in half English, half French how beautiful they were, how hot she made him, how hard he was for her.
Raine closed her eyes and let her head sink into the feather pillow. Then, only then, did she feel the heat of his tongue on the flesh of one hard nipple. She arched upward. “Yes, Blaise. Please.”
“I like when you say my name, chérie.” He clamped his lips over her hard bud and sucked.
“Oh!” Raine fisted her hands in his beautiful hair and pulled him closer as he tugged on her.
Too long. It had been way too long.
“Si belle, si belle,” he murmured.
His tongue snaked around the hard nub. She moaned as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, tantalizing it as he had the first, licking, sucking, and tugging it between his teeth. The smacking sound of his mouth against her flesh sent seeping moisture to her panties.
“Yes, Blaise.” The carnal whimper in her voice surprised her.
“I want you naked.” His breath skimmed over her swollen breasts like a summer breeze. “Naked under me.”
“Okay.” She was pretty sure she’d do whatever he asked. This was clearly a one night—er, afternoon—stand. Why not go all out? When would she have the chance to fuck a stud like him again?
Blaise reached between her legs and cupped her mound. “Are you wet, chérie? Wet for me?”
Soaking, no doubt. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” The sultry tone of her voice was new. Exotic. She liked it.
His soft laugh rumbled against her chest as he unzipped her pants and eased his fingers inside, stroking her slit. “Ah, Lorraine. Hot. Hot and wet. It will be a pleasure to fuck you.”
Raine gasped. She was getting used to his “bluntly.” Damn. She liked that, too. Nectar trickled from her pussy as he fingered her. “My pants, Blaise. Take off my pants.”
He chuckled. “Impatient?”
Hell, yes, she was. “I-I want you.”
“And I want you. I want to fuck you until neither of us can see straight. But first”—he slithered down her body, easing her capris from her hips—“I need to taste you.”
Scalding heat flooded her pussy as she imagined his warm tongue devouring her. “God. Yeah. Taste me. Please.”
