Blind Spot - Katana Collins Page 0,27
my own spit, and her grin widened into a heart-melting smile. She tilted her head. “Kidding, kidding.” She spun and wandered into the living room where I had set out my food spread. “Well, well, well…you really did go all out.”
“Did you doubt me, Betty?”
She smiled and sank into the corner of my couch, pulling her feet under her, and I followed, lowering myself beside her, propping an ankle across my knee.
She pulled her French book out, setting it on my coffee table. “You don’t want to know the answer to that,” she mumbled, then lifted a macaroon and wrapped her lips around the cookie, slowly taking a bite. I groaned, watching those lips pucker and nibble the cookie away. That must have been intentional, right? No girl naturally looks that fucking sexy without even trying.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and her deep moan crawled inside of me, setting my body on edge. She chewed slowly, savoring each bite, and as she swallowed, she let a satisfied sigh escape.
Goddamn. That was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed.
She blinked, a soft smile tilting her lips. “Those are amazing,” she rasped. “Where did you get them?”
I examined her closely—did she really have no fucking clue what she just did to me? Or was she a tease? All innocent and sweet and oh, the macaroon. What?
I shook the fog from my brain. “Um—Jolie Bakery. Th–they came from Jolie. Down by the waterfront.”
At the corner of her mouth, a crumb stuck to her Chap Stick. Again—this had to be a setup, right? My eyes were locked on her full bottom lip.
“You have a crumb.” I pointed. Her lashes lowered, and she darted her tongue to the wrong corner of her mouth, missing the cookie. All the blood rushed to my pants so quickly, I swear I got light headed.
Was this all in my mind? She didn’t seem aware of what she was doing as she brushed her index finger over the wrong side of her mouth. I slid a little closer, waiting to gauge her reaction, and her breath caught, almost like she was swallowing a gasp. A good gasp? One that was laced with need, I hoped. My pulse thundered, and my arousal was so thick it clawed at the base of my pelvis. But something more profound skimmed higher in my chest. Something new that flipped and somersaulted and wasn’t altogether unpleasant.
I leaned in some more, still hesitating. She seemed the skittish type, and I didn’t want to rush her. “You still missed it,” I said. Lifting my finger to her lips, I brushed at the crumb stuck there. I knew it was too soon, too fast. But God, I needed to taste those watermelon-scented lips, to feel them against mine.
I’d been slowly moving closer for the better part of thirty seconds, and as I tilted my chin down, her sharp breath and firm nipples were all the confirmation I needed. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll get it.” I brushed my lips to hers, running my tongue along the seam of her mouth. That damn watermelon Chap Stick she wore was purely intoxicating. Her gasp spiraled to the very tips of my body, and she whimpered into me. A hand fell on my chest, and her soft touch feathered across my shoulders and up to the back of my neck. I groaned, deepening the kiss, and her lips parted. She flicked a tentative tongue against mine, exploring. That silken stroke surged through me right down to my toes. My cock pressed against the zipper of my jeans, and I grunted as I wrapped my arm around her hips. My thumbs landed at the sliver of skin between her shirt and jeans. She was like satin beneath my touch, soft skin pulled tightly over firm muscles that only seemed to tighten with every stroke of my thumb. Tugging her closer, I shackled her body against mine, holding my weight above her.
She grunted, that hand tightening around my shirt, and she shoved me back. I blinked, dazed by the sudden change. Her hand rested on her lips, and she shook her head. “No,” she said quietly, jolting to her feet. She snatched her book from the coffee table and grabbed her bag with the other hand, rushing for the elevator. “Why did you do that?”
“Are you kidding me?” I drove a hand into my hair and stood, following her. I’d thought she was a little on edge, but this was extreme. Had it been all