I put my other hand on her waist and slowly slid it up her body until my other thumb was tucked under her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her ni**les were hard and erect poking against the thin material of her dress. I couldn't stop myself. I eased my hand up and covered her right breast squeezing it gently. Blaire whimpered and her knees started to give out. She let her head fall back on the wall and closed her eyes. I held her steady and slipped my leg between hers to keep her from sinking to the ground.
With my other hand, I covered her left breast and ran the pads of my thumbs over her firm ni**les.
"Oh God, Rush," she moaned, opening her eyes and staring at me through her lowered lashes. Holy f**k. I was in some form of tortured heaven. If this was another dream I was going to be pissed. It felt too real.
"Does that feel good, baby?" I asked, lowering my head to whisper in her ear.
"Yes," she breathed, sinking down further onto my knee. When her warm center pressed against my leg she gasped and gripped my arms harder. "Ahhhh," she cried out.
I was going to come in my pants. I'd never been this turned on in my life. Something was different. This wasn't the same. She was almost desperate. I could sense her fear but her need was stronger. "Blaire, tell me what you want me to do. I'll do whatever it is you need," I promised her, kissing the soft skin under her ear. She smelled so damn good. I kneaded her br**sts in my hands again and she let out a pleading whimper. My sweet Blaire was incredibly horny. This was real. This wasn't a damn dream. Holy f**k.
"Blaire!" The shrill call of Bethy's voice was like a bucket of ice water thrown over Blaire. She stiffened then stood up dropping her hands from me and scooted away. She couldn't look up at me.
"I... uh... I'm sorry. I don't know..." She shook her head and hurried away from me. I watched until she was at the door and Bethy was talking to her sternly. Blaire was nodding. Once they went inside I slammed both hands against the brick and muttered a string of curses while I attempted like hell to get my raging hard on under control.
After a few minutes the door opened again and I turned to see Jace walking out. He looked over at me and let out a low whistle. "Damn man, you work fast."
I didn't even respond to that. He didn't know what he was talking about. Blaire had been hungry for my touch. She hadn't pushed me away. She'd been almost begging me silently. It made no sense but she'd wanted me. God knows I wanted her. I always wanted her.
"Come on. We have a couch to move. I need your help," Jace said, holding the door open.
Chapter 20
Blaire
What was wrong with me? I walked back into Bethy's bedroom and closed the door. I needed a minute to calm down. I'd been ready to beg Rush to screw me right there. It was that stupid dream. Okay, maybe last night's dream hadn't been stupid but it had been extremely intense. Thinking about it had me squeezing my legs together.
Why was I doing this now? Sexual dreams were one thing but now they were vivid and so real I was basically orgasming in my sleep. It was insane. Not once in Sumit had I been this horny. But then Rush hadn't been in Sumit.
I sank down onto Bethy's mattress that she had stripped for the move. I had to pull myself together around him. He hadn't been trying to come on to me but I'd been a panting wild woman from the moment his fingers touched my hand. How embarrassing. Facing him after that was going to be hard.
The door opened and Bethy walked in with a small grin on her face. Why was she grinning now? She'd jumped all over me when she'd caught me outside. "Your pregnancy hormones are kicking in," she said after the door was firmly closed behind her.
"What?" I asked confused.
Bethy cocked her to head to the side. "Have you not read any of those pamphlets the doctor sent home with you? I'm sure one of them tells you about this."
I was still confused. "About the fact I can't control myself around Rush?"
Bethy shrugged. "Yeah. I guess he'd be the one that did it for you. But you get horny while pregnant, Blaire. I know this because my cousin used to make jokes about his wife when she was pregnant. Said he had a hard time keeping up with her and all."
Horny? Pregnancy was making me horny? Just great.
"Probably only gonna be an issue with Rush. I figure he's the only person you are attracted to and want that way. So it's just gonna be more intense around him. Maybe you should tell him and enjoy this. I have no doubt he'd help out."
I couldn't tell him. Not yet. I wasn't ready and neither was he. Nan would be furious and I couldn't handle Nan right now. Besides, Rush would choose Nan and I couldn't handle that again either. "No. He doesn't need to know. Not right now. I'll be better."
Bethy shrugged. "Fine. I said my piece. You don't wanna tell him, then don't.But when you crack and f**k his brains out, could you not do it in public?" she asked with a smirk, then opened the door and walked back out.
"You need to wrap it up in a quilt first! You're gonna ruin my cushions," Bethy yelled at the guys.
I could face him. He didn't know about this. I would act like nothing happened. Besides I needed to help do something. I could finish packing up the kitchen.
Rush was watching me. Everytime he came back into the apartment to move something else his eyes found me. I'd dropped a bowl, spilled a box of cereal and dumped out a box of flatware because of those heated looks. How was I supposed to concentrate and not be a clumsy idiot with him looking at me like that?
When he walked back into the apartment this time I decided I'd go pack things up in the bathroom instead. They would be moving the kitchen table and chairs next and I just couldn't deal with that. I'd probably break every glass Bethy had.