Rich Prick – Tijan Page 0,87

and Blaise was all, “no, we need to slow down. I have to show you how much I care about you.”

For a badass boyfriend, he was ridiculously careful with me.

I knew I loved Blaise, but I hadn’t expressed that to him. I started bringing it up, but each time I did, he began kissing me, and I ended up trying to get him to climb into my pants. He’d refrain, and I’d want to curse him.

I was starting to get a complex, about him.

So, I was both surprised and not surprised that he was putting the moves on me now.

We were at the drive-in. And probably he wasn’t planning to follow through, because he couldn’t, so why was I trying to be the responsible one here?

Screw that.

I turned and climbed onto his lap.

He leaned back, his eyes surprised, and I grinned as I straddled him.

His hands went to my legs. “Hey.”

Yeah. Turnabout is fair play.

“Hi.” I moved forward and began tasting his throat.

“Jesus, Aspen.” He groaned.

I grinned, moving down his throat to his chest.

He took deep gulps of air, his hands kneaded my hips.

“You like this?” I asked.

He groaned.

Yes. He liked this. He liked this a whole lot. I could feel him between my legs, and I ground down on him.

I heard a swift intake of breath before he grabbed the back of my hair. “Woman,” he warned.

I ignored him. I lifted my head, my mouth finding his just on the end of that warning, and he was gone. He cradled my face in his hands and took over the kiss, commanding me. His tongue slid inside, and I met it with mine.

I loved when we kissed like this.

I loved it even more when I felt him inside of me in other ways, and grabbing his hands, I guided one between my legs. “I want you,” I whispered against his mouth.

He tensed, still cupping my cheek with his other hand.

He was trying to clear his head, trying to think clearly. I knew the signs by now, and I wasn’t having it. Pushing against his chest, rubbing over him, I reached down and unbuckled my jeans.

“Fuck, Aspen.”

He moaned, and his hand tunneled inside.

I lifted up, just slightly, and then his fingers were there.

I sank down, and we both paused at the feel of him inside of me.

Thank God his windows were tinted—a graduation gift from his mom. And that was a fleeting thought before I began to ride his hand.

This. Right here.

Blaise loved making me come. He loved kissing me, he loved moving down there, his tongue slipping inside, and every time I would shatter in his arms. But in the last two weeks, that was all he’d done for me.

I’d touched him as well, taking him in my mouth a few times, but it was driving me insane. He had avoided telling me what was going on with him, and tonight, I vowed as I moved over him, tonight was the last night I’d let that continue. I would get answers.

He tugged down my tank top and found my breast.

Yes. Oooh. That felt good

Yes. I would get answers. I would.

But—oh my God!

I was there.

Almost there.

He felt so good.

Oh!

Oh holy hell!

Then, with a different flick of his fingers, I almost screamed and erupted at the same time.

His mouth latched over mine, silencing me, and I shuddered in his arms.

Why had I waited so long to experience that?

I was addicted to Blaise. And his wonderful hands. And his cock. Yes, totally addicted. I’d go through withdrawals if he ever stopped touching me.

I rested against his chest, his hand smoothing through my hair, and fell asleep.

“Yeah, dude.”

Voices woke me up.

I blinked a few times, clearing the fog.

Still on Blaise’s lap, I now had a blanket over me. My head was turned toward the passenger seat, and he was talking to someone out the driver’s window. Zeke.

“The girls are waving the white flag,” he said. “We’ve not been hanging with them for the last two weeks, but now they’ve heard we’re going dune buggying, and they’re all about being ‘friendly bitches.’” Zeke started laughing. “So how ’bout it? You and the missus ready to brave the girls now? Pen promised they’d be nice, and you know she speaks for Ria and Deja. Kit’s too smart to mess with things. She’s going to Cain next year with us. So it’s just Daniels, and seriously, that girl’s been sexing it up between Conway and Ashlome. I don’t think she wants to admit that you don’t care