“Then don’t hide from me. We’re sharing a life, Blake. You’re my home. You’re everything to me.”
Lips parted, he held me close against him. His eyes were bright green, staring deeply into me. “You’re in my soul, Erica. I couldn’t hide from you if I tried. Just…”
I knit my brows together. “What?”
“Just be careful while you’re in there, okay? You have more control than you think.”
My heart seized, love pulsing out from the center of me through every limb, making me warm and soft in his arms. My lips trembled. Heaviness lifted. I traced the lines of his face in wonder, so in love with this man.
“Thank you,” I whispered, seconds before he captured my lips in a kiss. Deep and passionate. I drank in his addictive scent, the essence of his tongue sweeping over mine. One kiss melted into the next. Soft licks went deeper, devouring.
“I need you now.”
I nodded, the flash of desire hot on my exposed skin. The terry of the towel itched over the places where I wanted his touch. As if reading my mind, he reached for the large knot and loosened it from between my breasts. Baring me before him, he let out a breath. His gaze followed his touch, down my arms, kneading my breasts.
“Love your tits. Perfection.” He thumbed over the sensitive peaks before sucking each one into his mouth. Gently, and then harder, grazing his teeth until I jolted under the pressure. The sharp edge arrowed to my core, making me hungry for him all over again. He kept on, teasing and torturing until they were both tender, swollen, and pink from his kisses and soft bites.
Leaning in, he kissed and licked the valley between my breasts. “I could lick every inch of you. One day, I just might. But tonight I can’t be that patient.”
I sifted my fingers through his hair, tugging gently, letting him know without words that I was burning for him too. He thrust his hips up with a rumbling growl, but otherwise he didn’t act on his urgency. Mouth moving over my skin, hands restless over my curves, he kept us climbing, slowly. My breathing had changed into soft pants. I was ready to explode. I’d been so built up over the course of the night, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
I stilled his movements, forcing his gaze to mine. There, lust and dark craving mingled. “Tell me what you want, Blake.”
He licked his lower lip. A stab of need shot through my core. I undulated over him, brushing against his still clothed body, wishing he were inside me already.
With a firm hand, he stilled me. “You’re all I want. Just this, just us.”
“Then take me,” I whispered against his lips.
I reached for the edge of his shirt and tugged it off. I went for his zipper, and he lifted his hips, shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his engorged cock.
I reached for him eagerly. His velvet skin slid warm against my fingertips. I circled him, loving the way his eyes went dark when I touched him this way. He sucked in a sharp breath, lifting his pelvis into my grasp. I gazed up at him through the veil of my lashes.
“I want you inside me, Blake. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
My chest rose and fell in time with his. With my legs wrapped around him, he lifted us and stumbled forward, bringing us to the floor. The rug was soft and forgiving over the hard wood. He moved over me like an animal seizing his prey, making my pussy clench, hungry to be filled. He found his place between my thighs and took what was his.
I groaned in satisfaction and toed his pants down to his calves. I tried to touch him everywhere. The muscles of his back bunched under my hands as I lifted into his thrusts.
He gasped, increasing his pace. He cupped my ass, lifting me higher so his cock dragged over the sensitive bundles of nerves inside. I closed my eyes against the overwhelming sensation. My thighs gripped him, and light and color flashed behind my eyes.
“Look at me.” His voice was full of gravel and need.
I opened my eyes. A look of love softened the lines around his eyes. I reached up, my hands restless over the muscles that flinched with his efforts.
I wanted to touch him, to soothe him and tell him without words how much he meant to me. His heart beat against me, his body white hot around me, inside me. When I couldn’t find the words, my body spoke the truth.
Love wasn’t enough. This—our bodies together—was more.
His hips hit mine with a strong thrust. I cried out his name, struggling to maintain eye contact.
“Blake…I love you,” I sobbed with pleasure.
Vulnerability swam behind his glittering eyes, a silent answer to my proclamation. Wrapping his arms tightly around me, he silenced me with a deep kiss. He swallowed my cries, every breath. He was everywhere. We were as close as two people could be. I clawed at his sides, bowing off the floor and into his strong embrace.
Hips moving like pistons, he took us over the edge.
“I love you, Erica. God, I love you so much.”
I came apart, tears burning behind my eyes.
My swollen eyes opened and I groaned at the sight of morning spilling into the room. My body hurt, fatigue and a general achiness that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. I felt Blake’s touch on my back. I flinched when he grazed over a particular spot on my shoulder blade.
“Ouch.”
He pressed his lips to it. “Rug burn.”
I groaned again and turned my face into the pillow as memories from last night flooded my brain. Jesus. What a night.
“See, this is why we need a bigger place,” he said.
I turned to face him. His dark hair was a mess, spiking in every direction from sleep and…other things. But he looked more rested than I felt. He looked content, and that warmed me through.
“Why do you say that?”
“I need more rooms to fuck you in. Or at least more surfaces.”
I giggled. “You’re crazy.”
A content smile spread across his lips. “Yeah, well, that’s your fault.”
I rolled to my back and stretched. The sheet slipped, baring my chest to him.
He moaned, his gaze roving over me hungrily. “What are you doing today?” he asked suggestively.
I closed my eyes, my ever-full daily calendar appearing behind them. “I have a million things.”
His lips came over my nipple. “I guess that means I can’t hold you hostage here.”
I moaned and arched into his mouth. “I don’t think Alli would allow that. I have a dress fitting. I have a meeting with Geoff too, to go over some of my questions.”
He lifted up on his elbow, staring down at me with affection.
