Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)

Since she surprises me at every turn with her spontaneity, I wasn’t willing to take any risks. There’s no telling what goes on inside that pretty head of hers. I gave her just enough of a dose, wanting to time things perfectly so she would start coming around once we hit our destination, which should be anytime now.

I tilt my head to look out the side window. I can’t even see the dark sky above anymore. This storm has created a privacy screen, surrounding and secluding us from the outside world. The windows are tinted which only add to the intimacy of our seclusion. If it weren’t for the dire circumstances at hand, I would feel as if I’m encapsulated in a dry, safe, and cozy cocoon. The reality of the situation is, however, the longer we sit here, the more we become sitting ducks, and we are anything but safe.

I contemplate climbing in the back seat for a moment just so I can hold her while waiting out the storm. I’m itching to touch her. Why the hell not? I think to myself. Overwhelmed by desire, I crawl my large frame over the front seat and into the back, feeling like a five-year-old.

Laying down on the very edge of the backseat, alongside her body, I lift the soft blanket and her body heat emanates out from underneath it. I slip in behind her petite frame to spoon her, being careful to avoid touching her battered backside. I know the minute she rouses from her sleep I will have a whole new battle to contend with. The fact I treated her like shit the past couple of times I had to confront her won’t help my cause, but the biggest issue of all will be when she wakes and discovers she’ll still be a captive.

I let the negative thoughts go and refocus on how she feels in my arms. Her body feels like sin and her fragrance is intoxicating as I lean in closer, nuzzle my nose against her hair, and breathe in a subtle undertone of strawberries. Careful not to wake her, I shift her long, tousled waves of hair away from her neck and lean down to place a sweet, barely there kiss on her neck.

I shouldn’t have kissed her, because my hormones are now kicking into overdrive. As my body instinctively takes over, my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. I gently begin trailing light, sensual, open-mouthed kisses along her ear and down the length of her neck. She tastes like heaven, and my breathing picks up. This woman does something unexplainable to me, stirring emotions deep within, emotions I haven’t let surface for at least eight years.

Continuing my kisses unhindered, Julianna starts moaning softly and arches her neck to the side, exposing more skin, allowing me more room to further my assault. The moment she murmurs, “Don’t stop,” blood rushes to my cock. I slide my hand under her top and down to her lower abdomen, skimming just under the waistband of her panties.

“Mmm,” she moans a little louder, and her ass pushes back against my bulge. She’s slowly rousing from her sleep as she mumbles, “That feels so good.”

“Does it now, baby?” My whisper comes out deep and gruff. “I’ve missed you.” Sliding my fingers under her panty line, I feel her delicate body shiver as I lightly caress above her pubic bone. “You are so damn beautiful. You want more?”

She moans again in agreement, turning her head toward me, searching for my lips. My cock begins throbbing with anticipation, and I haven’t even kissed her yet. Her eyes remain closed as I give her what she wants. Our lips come together gently at first, just like soft brush strokes on a clean canvas. I slip my tongue over her bottom lip, teasing her with my taste. She greedily replies by opening her mouth, and meets my tongue with her own. An immediate electrical discharge ignites between us, an explosive mixture of something real, raw, and soul-connecting. She suddenly takes over the kiss and strokes against my tongue in a heated tango.

Needing more, I slip my hand into her underwear and find her folds are soaking wet. I growl out my approval. “Fuck, baby, I gotta feel you on the inside.” She moans, giving me her consent as she pushes her hips against my fingers. “Spread your legs open for me.” She immediately complies, and my dick throbs as I easily slip two fingers in-between her drenched lips. Oh, hell, I’m climbing out of my skin, hot with need. As she glides her tongue over mine, I take some of her sweet juices, spread the wetness over her clit with my fingertips, and begin rubbing in firm, slow circles.

Her lips break away from mine, her husky whisper barely audible above the rain. “Oh, oh, God, that feels so good.” Her breath hitches and her hips start gently bucking against my fingers as I stroke her g-spot. “Oh, my God, please...don’t stop.” She’s so drunk on desire she’s making me dizzy.