Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists #2) - M. Sinclair Page 0,17
just offers me a sexy wink and goes back to scrolling through his phone between my outfit changes. The attendant for the store pays little mind to him.
“Alright, I brought some of these as well.” Her French accent has me jumping slightly as I unzip my dress and it pools on the floor leaving me in a lace bra and panties. I shift through the piles of expensive fabrics as I separate them into two piles. My smirk grows as I come across the lingerie and I wonder how much I could distract Blaine.
“I think that’s all I need.” I motion and she begins cleaning up as I slip into a curtained area with the lingerie piece. Her knowing smile has her leaving us alone as I hear her talking to the others about checking out. I shimmy off my current lace apparel and slip on the jade green teddy.
Well shit, if you could call it that.
From the front the jade green material is like a corset that pushes up my breasts so that they nearly spill out of the black lace lining the cup. The back dips low into a knot right above my ass before the lace crawls to cover my ass and the front of my hips, a strappy pattern making it look anything but innocent. I shiver, realizing that there’s absolutely no crotch to the material, leaving me already soaking wet and my nipples hardening.
“Beautiful.” Blaine’s voice sounds slightly warning but playful from the dressing room.
“Just changing,” I mumble, knowing that it will take some serious balls to walk out in this outfit. Luckily. I don’t have to.
I still as Blaine’s large form pulls back the curtain and steps in. I swallow as his eyes trail up my legs, ass, and back before meeting my eyes in the mirror. His slight surprise turns to molten heat as his hand darts out to rest on my waist, his thumb pressing slightly to make me arch, a low rumble coming from his chest at whatever he’s seeing.
“Fuck,” he snarls, his voice thick with heat. “Are you trying to get fucked, Sloane?”
Yes, actually.
“Just trying stuff on.” I offer in a teasing voice that doesn’t work because I’m so breathless and turned on. Blaine steps closer, his eyes scanning over the front of me as his massive hard cock presses against my ass, unfortunately restrained by his dress pants.
Blaine’s other hand sneaks around my waist and up to my throat as my nipples become diamond hard peaks, my skin breaking out in shivers. I can’t even describe how it feels to see us in the mirror like this, his massive body over mine and him holding me so possessively. I didn’t think it was possible for me to be more turned on than the guys have already made me but I was damn wrong.
“I think we will have to keep it either way,” he hisses, his hand that was resting on my hip now moving down between my legs as I moan slightly at how his rough, hot fingers feel against my wet heat.
“Why’s that?” I whisper as my eyes flutter closed and he growls, the sound of my wet heat on his fingers making my knees nearly break.
“Because it's about to be soaked in both of our cum.” His teeth bite my ear as I let out a small cry, a cocky smile filling his face. “Do you want that, Sloane?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Hands on the mirror,” he demands as my fingers press against the glass and I arch forward, his hand on my small waist, spanning almost the entire width. His eyes flash from my ass all the way up and he whispers, “Are you going to be a good girl and be quiet? Or do I need to cover that sexy mouth of yours?”
“I’ll be good.” I nearly pant as he chuckles.
“Either way I win because I’ll turn your ass cherry red if not,” he mumbles and his eyes darken as he releases my waist, undoing his belt as I force my knees not to buckle. The sound of his belt dropping and the intense eye contact through the mirror is nearly my fucking undoing. I shiver as I feel his hot long cock press right against my center, making me arch further back, just to get something. I cry out as he hits my ass in a sharp movement and his eyes light up as he shakes his head with mock disappointment.