Blaste from the Past Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
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And I also know we only have about ten seconds to get out of sight.

“Blaste, run,” I breathe, taking his hand and sprinting for the far end of the mall, toward the entrance to the indoor parking garage. I should be terrified right now. I’ve never been an accessory to a crime before—and such a bizarre one at that—but I’m not scared at all. With Blaste beside me, holding tight to my hand, nothing can touch me. There’s nothing I can’t handle when someone makes me feel ten feet tall. Important. Like the me I’ve never been happy or relaxed enough to discover.

“In there!” I gasp, skidding on a heel and throwing myself against the metal door marked Emergency Exit. Thankfully, an alarm doesn’t go off and we’re now safely inside the dark parking garage, which is full of silent cars. There’s a dripping sound somewhere in the distance and an electric buzz from the overhead lights. A voice on the level below. Other than that, we’re alone. We’re alone and struggling to catch our breath in the cool dimness.

Something moves in my peripheral vision and I notice a mounted camera on one of the concrete beams is moving…panning in our direction.

“We have to move,” I blurt, grabbing Blaste’s wrist and pulling him down the aisle and behind a blue sedan, leaving us between a concrete wall and the hood of the vehicle. “We should probably stay here for a while. Until they stop looking for us.”

“You think they’re going to call in the cavalry over a pair of panties?”

“Those panties are probably thirty dollars.”

“Thirty?” He holds up the sparkly, pink thong. “It’s two strings tied together.”

I’m trying to breathe in between bouts of laughter. “You pay for the name on the tag.”

“Well Victoria has a lot of nerve.” He’s grinning as he watches me, but it begins to fade slowly into something more serious. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you laugh, Shiloh. When you’re not laughing, too. All the time. I could spend eternity looking at you.” He reaches for me, catching my hips in two big hands and tugging me closer. “No. I will.”

“Good,” I whisper, my bones turning to liquid at the feel of his breath warming my face.

He scrutinizes me. “Do you mean that?” His chest rises and falls. “Eternity, Shiloh? Whatever it takes?”

I take a moment to define exactly what he’s asking me. We’re speaking in broad terms, but I know what he actually wants to know: would I go back in time with him? And I don’t even have to think about it. I’ve never felt like I was in the right place, always with a sense of missing something big. Now I know it was him. “Yes,” I say quietly, my voice wobbling. “I can’t imagine not feeling like this for the rest of my life.”

“Me either,” he breathes, our lips flush.

We melt into a kiss that weaves magic around my head, slowly, our mouths moving with pent-up hunger. It’s like the starvation has been unleashed inside both of us and we’re not strong enough to hold it back, the force of his kiss bowing my back over the crook of his elbow while he devours me from above, eager sounds coming from both of our throats. His strong right arm supports me while his left drops down, tugging the hem of my T-shirt dress up to my waist and kneading every part of me he can touch—my hip, my thigh, my waist—before tucking his index finger into the elastic of my panties and pulling them down.

“Don’t put me off any longer,” he pants in between heated licks of the interior of my mouth. “Woke up hard as nails, didn’t I? Now I’m fitting to fuck my way out of this pain you put me in. You tease my cock just by breathing.”

“Do I?”

I’ve never felt sexy until now, when I see what I do to this incredible man. I have the power to make his body hurt, to drive him wild. Not only that, but I make him try harder to please me. Pleasure me. I make him protective and possessive and sexually frustrated just by being me…and that gives me confidence. And it only continues to grow as he yanks down my underwear and grips my backside, palming and kneading my cheeks frantically, like he can’t touch enough of me fast enough. His erection is broad and thick between us, the length and thickness reminding me of the largest cucumber at the market. Perfect, just perfect. Dampness spreads between my thighs in anticipation of the first time he fills me.

How he’ll groan. How he’ll sweat and strain and pump his hips. I relish the power I possess to make him lose control…and he makes me feel safe enough to wield it.

“Don’t you want to see me in that little pink thong?” I ask haltingly when he lets me come up for air.


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