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I cried out; my fingers twisted in the bed sheets, my heart beating so hard I felt lightheaded.
Blake licked me through the intense waves of pleasure before he crawled up my body and kissed me, my taste still on his lips. “Perfect,” he murmured.
“I want you,” I said.
His eyes flared with possessive heat as he rocked back on his haunches to grab a condom and roll it over his length.
When he crawled back over me, I whispered, “Let me.”
Slipping my hand between us, I wrapped it around his shaft and nudged him to my entrance, locking eyes with him as he slowly pushed inside of me, inch by inch, filling me so completely I felt sure I would fall apart all over again.
“I love you, Penny,” he said, resting his head against mine, his whole body shuddering.
“I love you, too,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on for dear life.
Hoping that this time, it was enough to keep him.
* * *
After Blake left the apartment on Friday at lunchtime, I didn’t see him again all weekend.
I had back-to-back shifts, Friday evening through Sunday, serving dinner to stuffy business types at post-Thanksgiving functions in downtown Columbus.
The whole time, I thought of nothing but my morning spent letting Blake love me.
Nothing could dampen my high or the euphoric feelings lingering inside me.
Not even the reality of our situation.
Maybe pre-camp, I would have been waiting for the bubble to burst, for everything to crumble down around me. But this time, I wanted to believe things could be different.
That, finally, I was getting my shot at living out from under the shadows of my past.
Blake didn’t want to marry Brittany, he didn’t love her, and I believed him.
I had to believe him.
Of course, I wasn’t foolish enough to think that the road ahead was going to be easy. Blake still had to find a way to tell his uncle without losing the only family he had left.
He loved them—his uncle Anthony and aunt Miranda. It showed in his voice every time he talked about them. Although his relationship with his uncle was strained, I didn’t want to be the one who came between them.
You know you will be.Anthony Weston will never accept you. I silenced the little voice in my head.
Blake said he would handle it, and I had to give him the time and space to do that. As long as I didn’t cross paths with Brittany anytime soon, I could be strong for him.
For us.
I watched the city rush by in a blur of lights as I rode the bus back to my neighborhood. Three long shifts, and I was ready for a break. My feet burned, my body ached, and I missed Blake.
Sixty hours apart had felt like a lifetime.
I understood now what people meant when they said they couldn’t stand to be without their partner. My heart was lost without him, a feeling I’d switched off for the last seven years.
Blake had awakened me, and I didn’t ever want it to end.
My cell vibrated in my purse, setting off butterflies in my stomach.
Blake: I can’t get away tonight. Sorry. I love you.
