“Good Lord.” She tried to pull away.
He grasped her cheek in his palm. “What is it, chérie?”
“I’m old enough to be your…very young mother.”
He laughed. “I know how old you are. I see your passport, remember?”
“Yes, I know. I just don’t understand…”
“Why I want you?”
“Yeah.”
“You are beautiful, chérie. And cute.” He smiled at the obstinate look the word “cute” produced and shook his head. “But that is not why I want you.”
“Then why?”
“Honestly, I do not know.” He didn’t. He hadn’t a clue. But he wanted her with an urgency, a raw need, he hadn’t felt in years. “I just know that, when you fall…er, fell into me, I knew I wanted to fuck you.”
She stiffened under his touch. Again.
“More ‘bluntly’?” he said.
“Yes. I’m sorry. It’s been a long time for me, and I’m not used to some young stud saying he wants to fuck my brains out.”
“I did not say I would fuck your brains out.” The soft flesh of her cheek was like silk under his fingers.
“But you will, won’t you?”
“Oh yes, chérie. I will. It has been a long time for me, also.”
“How is that possible? Have you seen you?”
Blaise shook his head. “Have you seen you?”
“Yes. Which is precisely why—”
He brushed his lips lightly over hers. “Shh, Lorraine. Let me tell you what I see. I see the face of an angel. Full red lips that kiss me like no other. Satiny brown hair falling over mountainous breasts. I want to feel it sweep across my naked chest. Bronze eyes that singe my soul. And your body…” He reached out and cupped one firm, full breast in his hand and squeezed. He smiled at her gasp. “Dieu, I have wanted to do that since you fell into my arms. You are as soft as I imagined. I want to kiss you all over. Lick your nipples. Your pussy. Shove my cock into your heat, chérie.”
“Oh my…”
“I know. Bluntly again.” He cupped her pretty face in both his hands. His heart dropped to his stomach.
Fear. Such a long time since he’d felt such uncertainty. Would she reject him? He resolved to face his turmoil. His need was that great. “Lorraine, will you be with me?”
Blaise wasn’t sure what he’d do if she s
aid no.
* * *
Raine stared into the ocean of Blaise’s eyes and saw her own longing reflected there. He did want her. This beautiful stud of a man wanted to keese her, suck her poosy. God, his accent was sexy.
Her. Middle-aged Lorraine Frye. Afraid of heights. Hadn’t had sex in years. Why on earth did he want her? She still wasn’t sure. But she no longer cared.
“Yes.” She breathed, inhaling his spicy scent. “I’ll be with you.”
“Grâce à Dieu.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her out of the living area, into a bedroom, and laid her gently on a soft comforter.