“We could talk about the weather or…the…political state—”
“Hey, Blake…” My voice is not my own. No, this one is soft and sultry, like a siren beckoning a sailor to his doom.
I think I like it.
Blake gulps, staring down at me as he rubs his palms down the side of his pants.
“Yes?”
“Why don’t you just shut up and kiss me? '' I question with all the confidence in the world, but on the inside, my brain is going ballistic.
Before we’d left for the party, I listened to Georgia as she suggested that I take risks and let the night take me wherever. Right now, I’m not sure that I made the right decision.
What if I was reading his tone wrong earlier? What if he wasn’t flirting at all and that was just how he talks to people?Damnit, Cleo, why didn’t you think before speaking?He clearly doesn’t want to do anything like that. If he did, he wouldn’t have told me that we didn’t have to—
My body being jerked into a wall by hard muscles pulls me out of the spiral I’d successfully pulled myself in. Looking up at Blake, the air from my lungs is knocked loose as he stares down at me with a look of complete and utter lust. His light blue eyes take on the color of deep ocean waves, dark and deadly—and I’m drowning in them.
He pulls me closer; sparks are sent up my spine from where his large hand decorates the small of my back with faint traces while the other holds my cheek softly as if I were a doll.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks in the softest tone I’ve ever heard. My heart stutters as flurries flutter in the bottom of my stomach.
“Come on, creeper… You scared or—”
Soft lips interrupt my teasing remark as Blake ravishes my mouth, haughty and hungrily.
Hisgrip on my lower back tightens as he feverishly devours me, taking my lips into his own and never giving them back. The kiss is devastating and hungry and one of the best kisses of my life.
But that’s not saying much considering I’ve only kissed five people—including Jace and Georgia.
He pulls away first, eyes dark as he rests his forehead on mine. “How do you want me, Princess?” His voice is hoarse and rough.
I’m startled when I look up at him but there’s nothing that can prepare me for what comes out of my mouth.
“On your knees with your lips on me.”
Drunk me is playing a dangerous game and I’m in the perfect mood to see where this goes.
He pauses, sharing the shock of my words with me for a second before the mischievous smirk he’d donned all night reappears. “Your wish is my command.”
Seeing a man on his knees in front of me is not what I had on my Friday night BINGO card, but I am definitely not complaining as Blake makes good on his command, pushing me against his dresser and getting down on one knee.
He looks up at me for a moment, as if he’s making sure that I want this. My breathing hitches and I don’t think as I lean down and kiss him softly, running my fingers through his soft dark waves.
I gasp as Blake lifts up my leg and places my foot on his thigh; the silver stiletto digs into his jean clad leg but he doesn’t seem to mind as he looks up at me.
His eyes drag across me slowly, as if committing this sinful image of me to memory before lightly tugging my pink laced panties to the side.
Blake groans and the sound sends shockwaves to my core as he licks his bottom lip.
“Oh, Princess, you’re killing me,” he mutters, rubbing a soft yet calloused hand around the swell of my ass.
I think that he won’t touch me at all in the way I’d anticipated but I’m proven wrong as he begins to circle my clit with his free thumb. Blake takes his timeas he works me, he watches my reactions, and smirks as my back arches off the dresser. I moan as he grows in intensity, sticking a finger in.
“Mhm…” The sounds of his fingers plunging into slippery arousal surround us in this room, drowning out the massive party outside.
“I can’t wait to taste you, you sound beautiful,” he says the raunchiest thing as if it were the sweetest of melodies.
I’m not usually one for dirty talk but when it’s coming from him, I’ve become a squirming mess…and he was only two fingers deep.
