When Blaze bends over to pick up the blanket, his eyes stay glued to mine. I walk back toward him, very aware the blanket is my salvation. I can't see the physical effect my jigging tits is having on his dick. But the look of hunger in his eyes tells me he's hiding a big boner behind it.
I smirk at him as I pass by, taking the opportunity to make my point. I can resist you.
Quick as a cat, the catcher drops the blanket and darts toward me. His hand snatches a handful of my hair and pulls me to a stop. My scalp is tender from last night. My eyes water.
I may be able to resist him. But he isn't willing to let me.
He stands tall over me, letting my skin feel his heat, letting my aura feel his power. My tits harden and elongate, longing to touch him. My mouth waters, knowing what he tastes like. The throb between my thighs, begging me for the tingle. I clench my teeth together, fighting my body's response.
"How's your memory now?" He asks softly, releasing my hair and putting his hands lightly on my shoulders.
I refuse to answer. Afraid to lie. Afraid to ruin what might be.
I stare at his chest, trying to be frigid.
He says, "Last night, you marked me as yours."
My eyes find the hickey.
"Umhmm, right there. That's your mark." His breath blows across my face.
Already frustrated at fighting my attraction to him, I take a deep breath and inhale his essence. I close my eyes. God, he smells clean, healthy, and fresh, with a hint of his musk from last night.
I remember every fucking thing he did, and his closeness makes me feel every fucking emotion again.
He whispers as his finger lightly traces an outline of my areola. "M. I. N. E." Goosebumps pop out, and the tip of my nipple hardens into a taut button. "That's what you said to me."
A shiver runs through me.
He cups the breast and lifts it, "I didn't get to indulge myself with these last night." He flicks the tip with his thumb.
My face squishes itself, fighting the moan welling up inside. The throbbing between my legs has turned to hammering.
"Breezy, babe. What are you afraid of?"
I open my eyes and look into his. "I'm afraid of not finding forever."
My words confuse him, and he frowns, but he doesn't let me go. "Why? We've been friends our whole lives?"
I look away, but he turns my face back to his. His lips lower to mine, and I feel like I'm drowning. "Blaze, I can't."
He stops, "You already did."
"I can't again."
"Why not? It was beautiful." His endearment strokes my soul.
"Because of Jenny." I plead.
"What about Jenny?" His lips brush mine, and the longing to kiss him is nearly more than I can bear.
My lips tremble, "She deserves her day."
"She'll have her day. I don't understand."
"She deserves her day to be the only thing she focuses on."
"Ah!" He smiles his million-dollar smile, "We won't let her find out." He cups my face in his hands and says, right before his lips land, "Until after the wedding."
