Blind Spot - Katana Collins Page 0,77

into the stash of crullers. Shelby sat on my kitchen counter, legs swinging off the edge, and I stood between her knees.

“I had no idea the gas stations had fresh baked goods,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “I mean, other than crappy plastic-wrapped ones.”

“I can’t believe you doubted me,” I said, reaching for the second cruller. She slapped my hand just before my fingers brushed the glazed deliciousness.

“And I can’t believe you were about to steal the last doughnut,” she said.

“Cruller,” I corrected and then offered her my biggest pout and puppy dog eyes. Even Buddy, sitting at our heels, whimpered along with me. “Come on. We can get more tomorrow.”

“We promised each other we’d only have one each and share that one in the morning,” she scolded playfully, finger pointing in my face. Crystalized sugar from the glaze coated that index finger, and I opened my mouth, sucking the sweetness from the tip.

She gasped, but didn’t pull away. “Mm,” I moaned as she slowly withdrew her finger from my lips. “Sweet.”

With a coy smirk, she dipped her finger into the cruller, scraping the glaze off before spreading it across her bottom lip. “Not as sweet as this,” she said. Grabbing the collar of my shirt, she pulled me into her, pressing those sticky, sweet lips to mine. Tiny granules of sugar were the only thing that separated us, and the sweet flavor combined with her watermelon Chap Stick was intoxicating. With no coaxing at all, she opened her mouth against mine, stroking her tongue into me. I curved my hands around her waist, and her legs locked around my hips.

“I want you,” she whispered. I stepped back to move to the bedroom, but she pulled me back using her heels wrapped around my back as leverage. “No, here. Now.”

Oh my God, that was hot. Her skirt draped loosely around her hips and thighs. As I brushed a knuckle down the length of her sex, the soft cotton of her panty scraped my skin. I pushed it to the side and was met with her wet heat. Groaning, I pushed a finger gently inside of her and was rewarded with her sexy moan. “Like that?” I whispered, pulsing my finger in and out of her, circling my thumb over her clit.

She didn’t answer with words but bit her lip, nodding and grinding into my hand even more. I continued my movements, alternating between tortuously slow, and fast movements until she gripped my neck, twisting her fingers into my hair. She could take all the time she needed for all I cared—this was my definition of perfection. Pleasing her, it was all I wanted to do. I didn’t even care if I came.

Okay, maybe “didn’t care” was too strong, but it certainly wasn’t a priority.

“Oh God, Tate…” Her eyes flew open, looking wildly around.

“What? What’s the matter?” I asked, pulling my hands back instinctively.

“No—it’s, it’s me…panic…” Her words were choppy and breathless.

Scooping my hand behind her neck, I carefully tilted her head so that her eyes met mine. “Shelby, breathe. We can stop. Anytime. But breathe. And look at me.”

Her chest heaved in and out, and her palms pushed into my shoulders, the pressure increasing. Slowly, she returned to normal. “Do you want me to stop?”

She swallowed and finally shook her head. “No,” she managed in a small voice. “I’m okay.”

She didn’t look okay. Sweat dotted her forehead, and I swiped my thumb across her brow, kissing the area just above her eyebrow.

“I’m okay,” she reiterated. Her eyes fluttered closed, and using her heels, she pulled me closer, crushing our bodies together. Cautiously, I moved my finger, brushing lightly between her legs once more. She moaned as I increased pressure, circling harder, faster, watching her face carefully for any signs of tension or hesitation. Was she going to freak out again? Maybe I should just stop entirely. It’d been a long night.

“I want you”—she panted—“inside of me.” I’d heard her say that before, only to have her panic and run.

“Not yet.” I nibbled her ear, and her shiver trembled against my body, her sex tightening around my finger. “I want to feel you come again, Shelby.” I quickened the pace of my finger and increased pressure to her clit with my thumb. After a few moments, she cried out, hips bucking against the heel of my hand. Muscles exploded around my finger, convulsing as she moaned, nipping my shoulder. Pulling back, her eyes met mine, flicking back and forth