Free Blended (Redemption #1) by Sasha Brümmer Page A

fuck about the weather at the moment she looks up at me with want—or is it need—in her eyes? A need for me to keep her safe. I drop my jacket onto the deck and bring my hand up to her face to move the wet tendrils from her cheek. A shiver runs through her petite body when I cup her cheek. Her eyes are locked on mine as she leans up on her toes. I lower my mouth, a breath away from her red-stained lips.
    “I’ll keep you safe.”
    “I know,” she says before she closes the distance between us and her lips touch mine.
    I move my hand to the back of her head, twisting my fingers into her wet hair as she pushes her chest up to me and locks her arms around my neck, getting as close to me as possible.

I think there is a flaw in my genetic code. How did I go from wanting to jump this man’s bones to wanting him to just touch me to calm my soul?
    I’m surrounded by his warm arms while he kisses the life out of me in the middle of this downpour. His tongue is massaging mine as one of his hands moves down from my shoulder to the small of my back, applying pressure to secure me to his body. I break away to remind myself to breathe before I pass out from the lack of oxygen.
    Rain falls steadily down on us; the drops are starting to hit with a heavier sting as the few intimate seconds of watching each other tick by. A drop falls on my bottom lip, and I lick it off with my tongue just as his lips crash against mine again. His tongue prods at the seam of my mouth, begging me for entrance. When I finally give it to him, he takes full advantage. His hand moves out of my hair and down my back to my ass. I expect him to cop a feel, but instead, he lifts me with both of his arms.
    “Wrap your legs around me,” he says as he breaks away from the kiss for a split second.
    I’ve never been more thankful for the slits in my maxi-skirt than I am now as I do what he asks. When he’s comfortable with holding onto me, he starts to make his way across the deck just as a bolt of lightning lights up the skies.
    Holy shit, this storm is going to be intense, and we’re stuck out here, somewhere on Lake Michigan.
    He’s made it halfway across the deck when he stops and removes his lips from mine. “Focus on me, Rye.”
    How did he know I was starting to panic? Some male testosterone instinct?
    “Okay, Whiskey.”
    His soft, yet firm lips find mine again, and I lose myself to his touch and osculation of his tongue once more. I’ve never been kissed like this before. As if I actually mean something more than just a place to get a dick wet. If I had to guess, I’d say that he’s savoring this moment just as much as I am.
    I exhale contently against his lips as he pushes a door open. The raindrops suddenly stop hitting my overly sensitized skin. Instead of the water, a brush of cold air circles my body and I start to quiver in his arms. He walks down a flight of stairs without putting me down as he speaks against my lips. “You’re cold.”
    “A little,” I say with a smile. My teeth start to chatter, and he kisses me once more as he walks down a hallway that I haven’t seen before. He sets me down on my feet when he comes to a stop outside of a stateroom door.
    I use this opportunity to take in the sight of him. His white button-down is plastered against his chest, showing off his rather impressive body. A moan unintentionally escapes my lips as he swings the double doors open.
    “Like what you see?” he asks without a hint of cockiness in his voice. He’s genuinely curious about my opinion of his physique.
    I purse my lips. “Yes.”
    The smile that I receive in reaction would soak my panties if they weren’t already wet.
    “I’m glad. Come in and let’s get you warmed up,” he says as he leads me through the doors. “This is the master, and it’s where I stay when I take an overnight trip,” he says as he disappears through another door. I glance around the room that’s encased in dark wood walls, varnished to a high