Part 29 (1/2)

He stood and pulled his s.h.i.+rt over his head, tossing it away. He pushed his jeans down to the floor, revealing the perfectly sculpted man beneath the clothes. I stared, boldly admiring the body I'd come to love, to crave.

He lowered down, settling between my thighs. He slid up my body, his erection hard against my belly as he kissed me from my shoulder to my neck. His hands wors.h.i.+pped my curves, slowly and reverently, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I s.h.i.+fted against the sharp ache between my legs.

”I want to feel you inside me,” I said, breathless.

His perfectly masculine body hovered with measured restraint as he circled my opening. I circled the hot flesh of his erection and positioned him at my entrance. His breath caught as he pushed into me slowly. I dragged my eager fingers over the curves of his pectorals, circling the soft disks of his nipples until they hardened under my touch. He gave me a little more. I slid my hands down to his a.s.s and dug my nails into his flesh.

”Ah, Christ.” He jerked forward, firmly planting himself inside me.

I moaned, arching into the fullness.

He lowered down, thrusting again gently. He traced the ridge of my ear with his tongue. ”You're a bad girl.”

I hummed. ”You like me bad.”

”I thought you wanted me to make love to you.”

”When you're inside me, you're loving me and I'm loving you. Isn't that how it works?”

He hesitated, and then took me with a deep and pa.s.sionate kiss, licking and devouring me with his mouth as he shafted into me with steady drives. I tightened helplessly around his c.o.c.k. The fever rushed over me, and my hips bucked gently beneath him.

Then he lifted me so I was straddling him, his c.o.c.k buried in my depths.

”Oh s.h.i.+t.” I sucked in a sharp breath. He was so deep this way. A fine mist of sweat covered my skin. I circled my hips, finding my bearings. ”I thought you didn't like it this way.”

”You're not exactly putting me out.”

I smiled. ”You sure?”

He licked his lower lip, and I leaned in to catch it between my teeth. I sucked him and kissed him feverishly. He groaned and lifted my hips. He was only in me at the tip when he slammed me down hard, filling me. I gasped for air at the sweet ache of his c.o.c.k penetrating me.

”Oh, G.o.d.” I clenched around him, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders. ”You're so deep.”

He caught me by the nape and drew me in for a kiss, deep strokes, gently f.u.c.king my mouth with his tongue. He gripped my hips tightly, grinding me down a fraction more. ”I can't live without this, Erica. Without you.”

My breath left me, but he swallowed it with another devouring kiss.

”You won't have to. I promise. I swear it.” I sifted my fingers through his hair, pressing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his chest. ”I love you, Blake. You're the only one. My only love.”

I lifted again, my thighs slapping down against him. He hit the end of me again, stretching the sensitive tissues at my core. His hands gripped me anxiously, and his face tensed with agonizing strain. He lifted me, powerfully working me over his c.o.c.k, over and over until my thighs trembled.

”Blake.” My voice was a plea. ”Are you close? I want to come with you.”

His cheeks bloomed with heat and he clenched his jaw as he pumped into me. ”Now, baby. Feel me come inside you.”

His words did me in, the vision of him losing himself, buried in me. My whole body shook with the power of the o.r.g.a.s.m that swept over me. My head fell back as he released with a cry and one final drive, pus.h.i.+ng us both over the edge.

CHAPTER TWENTY.

I woke up to Blake's warm body curled around me. I stretched, and he pressed slow, lazy kisses along the length of my torso. Having sleep-actual restful, nightmare-free sleep-only to wake to Blake's hands and mouth on me. This could be heaven.

He nuzzled my neck, sucking my skin softly.

”No more hickeys,” I warned.

He laughed into my neck. ”I wasn't sure I was actually going to see you again. I had to leave my mark.”

”Yes, you made yourself known.”

He stilled and turned me to face him. ”James saw?”

I paused. ”He noticed, yeah.”

His expression was impa.s.sive, but I saw emotion storming behind his eyes. ”What exactly does he mean to you?”

I bit my lip, wondering what to say that wouldn't send Blake flying into a jealous rage. ”Think of him like my Sophia. He's a friend who wants more, but a friend all the same.”

”If he wants you, then I want him gone. You can find someone else to do what he does.”

I rolled my eyes. ”And I want Sophia gone. So we're probably both going to be disappointed for a while.”

”This is completely different. Sophia lives in New York. You work with the man face-to-face nearly every day. If I had someone at my office trying to f.u.c.k me every day, you'd lose your mind.”

I sighed. ”James and I don't have a history, and he's a good person. He's not hatching a plot to get me away from you.” I didn't think so anyway, though he certainly wasn't a fan of Blake. ”Can we drop it for now?”

”I can't stand that he had his hands on you.”

”Then don't think about it, because it doesn't matter.”

I lifted my head to kiss him, praying he'd never know that James had had his mouth on me too. I lay back and traced his jaw. His face seemed softer, rested. Maybe he hadn't been sleeping well without me, either.

”Speaking of work, I should meet with Risa at some point and get that mess cleared up.”

”Can't it wait until Monday?”

”Maybe. She'll probably wonder why she can't get into her email account though, if she's doing any work after hours.”

”Let her wonder. Your time is better spent in bed with me. We have to make up for lost time.”

”Oh?”

”I was thinking about kissing you from head to toe until you beg me to stop. And I need to block out at least an hour for licking your p.u.s.s.y.” He slid his hand to cover my mound. ”Yeah, at least an hour. Let's see, what else...?”

I laughed. ”Okay, I get it, but I should go downstairs and get cleaned up.”