I cup her face in my hands, giving her every chance to change her mind, to pull away. She doesn't. Instead, she closes her eyes and tilts her face up to mine with a soft sigh.
The first kiss is soft, tentative. Her lips are warm and taste like beer and something uniquely her. When she makes a small sound in the back of her throat, something inside me snaps. I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, and she responds with equal hunger, ramping my lust up even higher.
Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer.God, that's hot.I shift, turning so I can press her back against the wall, my body covering hers. She's all soft curves and warm skin, and I want to touch every inch of her. If I'm being honest, I want to rip her clothes off, shred them to pieces just so I can get to her faster.
"Blake," she gasps when I break the kiss to trail my mouth down her neck. "We shouldn't."
"Tell me to stop." I nip at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. "Tell me you don't want this."Dear God, don't tell me to stop! Don't tell me you don't want this!
"I can't." Her fingers dig into my shoulders. "God help me, I can't."
Thank you, God.I pull back enough to look at her. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her eyes dark with desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She's so damn sexy. My hands are actually trembling, surprising me.
"Are you sure?" I need to hear her say it.
"Yes." She reaches up and pulls my mouth back to hers. "I'm sure."
We shed clothes frantically, hands fumbling with buttons and zippers. When I pull her shirt over her head, I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her. Her breasts are full and perfect, barely contained by a simple black bra. But that has to go.
I unhook her bra and toss it aside, then lower my mouth to a breast. She arches into me, her fingers threading through my hair as I suck her nipple into my mouth. The sounds she makes drive me crazy, little gasps and moans that go straight to my cock.
"Blake, please." Her hands move to my shirt, tugging it up.
I help her, practically ripping it over my head. Her eyes widen as she takes in my bare chest, and I feel a surge of masculine satisfaction at the desire in her gaze. Her hands explore my shoulders, my chest, tracing the muscles with obvious appreciation. Heat trails across my skin, following the path of her eager fingers.
"You're beautiful," she whispers.
I laugh, shaking my head. "You do know that's not really a compliment for a man, right?"
Her eyes widen slightly and she opens her mouth, but I kiss her before she can say anything. "Handsome is okay," I say against her lips. "Manly will work. But…" I pause and nip her bottom lip. "Gorgeous or godlike are preferred."
She chuckles as we quickly finish undressing, and then she's beneath me on the floor, completely bare and breathtaking. I take my time, kissing my way down her body, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. When I settle between her thighs, she's already wet and ready for me.
But I don't enter her. Not yet. Instead, I rub my cock between her crease, soaking it with her wetness. We both groan at the same time and I grin, loving how responsive she is.
"What are you waiting for?" She demands. I love that she's impatient, too.
I position myself at her entrance, then push inside slowly. She's tight and hot, and the sensation is almost overwhelming. I force myself to go slow, giving her time to adjust, even though every instinct screams at me to thrust hard and deep.
"Okay?" I manage through gritted teeth.
"More than okay." She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Don't hold back."
Were there ever sexier words spoken by a beautiful woman? If so, I can’t think of any right now.
I shift the angle slightly and she cries out, her nails digging into my back. "There. Right there."
I hit that spot again and again, watching her face as pleasure builds. She's gorgeous like this, completely uninhibited, chasing her release. When her inner muscles start to flutter around me, I know she's close.
"Come for me," I growl against her ear. "Let go."
She shatters, her body arching off the floor, my name torn from her throat. The sight and feel of her orgasm triggers my own. I thrust deep one last time and follow her over the edge, pleasure crashing through me in waves.
We lie tangled together afterward, both breathing hard. That was the most fantastic sex I've ever had. Not just the sex, but theconnection. The way she made me feel. It was a little too intense, though, and I sit up. I haven't had an emotional contact with a woman in years and it kind of freaks me out a little.
"Be right back," I say and quickly get to my feet, shrugging on my clothes as I rush to the bathroom. I just need a moment to think. To put a little space between us. As I look at my red face and wide eyes in the bathroom mirror, I shake my head and point a finger at myself.
"This is trouble," I say quietly. "She's trouble. You're going to fall for this one if you're not careful."
