A sting of regret hits me. “Can you believe we spent this many years denying our feelings?”
He shakes his head. “All that matters is that we’re here now.”
I press my mouth to hiss and kiss him slow and tender and teasing.
“I’m so fucking in love with you, Briar,” he says between kisses. “I don’t care about anything else. As long as you love me, I’ll be the happiest guy on the planet.”
My breath gets stuck in my throat.
He trails soft kisses down my throat. I feel warm and lightheaded. My heart beats faster and harder.
“Blake?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Will you make love to me?”
Chapter 55
Briar
Something in Blake’s gaze changes.
He looks at me with an intensity in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
And then it hits me: He’s looking at me like he loves me.
My chest aches with the realization.
He reaches over and grabs a condom from his bedside table. He cups my cheek in his hand and kisses. He swoops his tongue through my mouth, then sucks on my tongue. I whimper.
“Take off your clothes,” he rasps.
I slip off the T-shirt of his that I’m wearing and my shorts.
He’s already shirtless, so he stands up to take off his sweatpants and boxer briefs.
When I see his naked body, I go still. I stand there and stare.
“I’m never gonna get used to how sexy you are,” I say. I wrap my hand around the base of his hard dick. “Or how big you are.”
He smiles, then groans softly. “Good. Because every time I see you, Briar, you take my breath away.” He gently pulls down my panties. “I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend. I can’t believe you love me.”
My chest aches, and my pulse stumbles. How does he do this? How does he always leave me breathless with the sweetest words ever?
He’s back to sitting on the edge of the bed. He rolls on the condom, and I straddle him, just like I was before.
He rests his hands on my hips, and I slowly lower onto him.
“Oh, god, Blake…” I whimper as my muscles twitch and tighten around him. We’ve been having non-stop sex this whole week, so I can fit him easier now than the first time we had sex, but I still need to go slow when I first slide him in.
“Fuck, babe,” he mutters, his fingers pressing into the fleshy part of my hips. “You always feel like heaven. Every single time.”
Slowly, I work myself up and down his hard cock. All the nerve endings in my body are sparking, catching fire. Pleasure floats through me, and I’m moaning so loud.
He runs his mouth along the side of my neck. He kisses my shoulder and right behind my ear. I gasp at how sensitive it is. Gently, he scrapes his teeth over my skin. I whimper.
Then he dips his head down and captures my nipple in his mouth. He teases the hard bud with his tongue, flicking soft and steady at first, then getting faster and harder by the second.
