“God, Sam,” he breathes. His eyes lift to mine as he drops kisses down my rib cage toward my belly button, where he swirls the tip of his tongue around my belly ring. His hands slide under my skirt and find my underwear, and he watches me with feral eyes, still swirling his tongue through my belly button, as he inches them down. I lift my hips, and he kneels on the sofa at my feet, sliding them off in one deft motion and tossing the scrap of fabric to the floor. His long fingers move slowly over me, stroking my most sensitive places before plunging deep inside me.
“Ah,” I moan as my muscles contract around his fingers. A groan rumbles out of him as he draws his wet fingers out of me and strokes my sweet spot.
“Oh!” I gasp, feeling an intense jolt of electricity spark my body to life in a way it’s never been before.
I roll my hips with the rhythm of his hand. He sucks his top lip between his teeth and his eyes flutter shut when I find the bulge in his jeans with my toes and press. When he opens them again, they’re on fire. In one smooth move, he tugs my skirt off and buries his face between my legs.
“Ahh!” I cry out when his tongue flicks the sensitive point there.
He slides fingers inside me, and swirls his tongue over the center of my universe. My long animal mewl fills the room as he brings me to that place that only he’s ever been able to take me. I buck and he growls low in his chest as he grasps my hips and sucks me. I’m barely coherent as I come, but what I know is I want more. I want all of him.
I spin with the sensation as Blake’s lips and tongue caress every inch of me on their way back to my mouth. He kneels between my legs and pops the button of his jeans. My whole body feels short-circuited, and when I reach up to drag his zipper down, my arm feels weak and shaky. But I manage it as he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. I tug his jeans low on his hips as he tears open the condom and rolls it on, then gazes down into my eyes with a question in his. In answer, I pull him down on top of me and spread wide, letting him in. A second later I cry out, a sharp “Ah!” as he buries himself inside me to the root.
He thrusts again, hard and deep, and the center of my universe is right there, between my legs. I feel the spring in my belly winding tight again as he brings me back to the peak of sensation.
“Oh, God,” I whimper as everything inside quivers.
My body tells him exactly what I need, and he gives it to me. He moves inside me, hot and thick, and there’s nothing gentle about it. He’s all power and need.
Never have I felt so inside out, all my nerve endings on the surface—this crazy, blood-on-fire, synapses-on-overload, overflowing-with-pure-ecstasy feeling. His subtle male scent; the moisture starting to bead on his hot skin; the flex of his biceps under my hands; his firm pressure inside of me, stretching me and filling me in a way nothing else ever has; I take it all in, feeling his essence flow through me in slow waves of bliss. And what I need from him shifts. The singular need to feel him bring me to climax again gives way to something deeper and far more desperate—something that makes what’s happening between us feel so much bigger than just sex.
My head spins not only with the intensity of the sensations taking hold of me, but with the realization that I might be falling in love with this beautiful, infuriating man.
When the pressure has built to critical mass, I explode all around him with his last thrust, and it feels like we’ve both vaporized into pure energy. There’s an electric rush that sweeps from him into me, then back again. It totally knocks the air out of me and I lay gasping, my head back and my mouth wide, for a full minute before I can find oxygen.
He collapses on top of me, panting hard, and I relish the feeling of him there, finally as close as I’ve wanted him from the start.
“From the minute I saw you on stage that very first night, I’ve wanted this,” he breathes in my ear, “but I never dreamed how thoroughly you’d blow my mind.”
I glide my fingertips over his back and muse that he just said what I was thinking. No matter how much I’ve tried to ignore it or deny it, even through all the dissonance, we’ve always been in tune. I nuzzle into his neck. “Stay with me tonight.”
He presses up on his elbows and looks down at me, and that hunger’s not completely gone from his eyes.
I stretch up and kiss him, and he kisses me back, slow and deep, before scooping me off the sofa and carrying me to the bedroom. He lays me back on the pillows, then tugs off the condom and hikes up his jeans without zipping them.
His eyes devour my naked body. “Don’t go anywhere.” He disappears up the hall, and when he returns, he’s got a box of condoms in his hand.
“A little presumptuous, don’t you think?” I say, but I can’t stop my smile with the giddy rush that skitters through me. This is really happening. We’re finally together.
He shrugs as he sets them on the nightstand and gives me that sexy smile. “A guy can dream.”
I sit on the edge of the bed and pull him toward me by the belt loop of his open jeans. I slide his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs, and as he steps out of them, I get my first look at him in all his naked glory. He is spectacular: toned, and bronze, and perfectly proportioned.
I pull him with me as I scoot back on the bed. He crawls up next me. “You make me insatiable, Sam West.”
I burrow into him and smile. “Just keep those condoms handy, because you’ll be needing them.” I trace a finger down his chest to his happy trail. “Very soon.”
He groans—an animal sound from deep in his chest—and rolls on top of me. “How about right now.”
I wrap my legs around him. “I think I like the sound of that.”
IT’S EARLY WHEN I wake with rays of pale sunlight slanting in the window right into my eyes. I hear water running in the shower and roll to my left, where I find an imprint in the pillow of Blake’s head. I smile and pull his pillow to my face, breathing deep. And God, I love the smell of him. I push the sheet back and sit up, rubbing my eyes, and look at the clock. Seven.
I want to roll over and go back to sleep, but these might be my last few hours with him. He’s in the shower, and the possibilities that flit through my mind make me blush. But I have a feeling Blake would be up for trying a few out. It’s only when I move that I realize how sore I am. A rush ripples under my skin at the memory of how I got that way. We went through half the box of condoms before we finally fell asleep a few hours ago. I sit up and grab one out of the box, then edge off the bed and slowly make my way to the bathroom.
The glass door is foggy, but it doesn’t obscure what’s behind it. With his back turned to me, the water cascades down the ripples of his body. The muscles of his shoulders flex as his palms rest on the shower wall, and water runs in a stream off his nose as his head hangs between them. One hand leaves the wall and rakes through his hair as he tips his head back and lets the water run over his closed eyes. God, he’s spectacular.
He starts to turn, his eyes still closed, and that almost-smile tugs at his lips. And that’s when I know for sure how connected we are.
He feels me.
His eyes open, and there’s nothing glacial in his gaze as he takes me in. The fire from last night hasn’t gone out.
I pull open the door, setting the condom on the soap shelf. “Hey.”
“I will never get used to how incredible you are,” he says, his voice rough.