Page 19 of Blake

She could feel his eyes wander over the rest of her face. Pax felt her heartbeat kick up a pace at the bright look of arousal in them. It was powerful and she imagined this was how deer felt when confronted by a lion. Half of her wanted to run but the other half, the side that craved the feel of his hands on her body, stilled her.

Blake’s face moved infinitesimally closer until he was almost touching her mouth with his lips. The warm sweet breath on her skin making her ache for him.

“I want to watch you come.” His dirty words whispered so close made wetness flood her panties. His lips touched her skin just to the side of her mouth and she swallowed as her hands dug into the sofa. “Do you want that, Gracie?” Pax knew he had used her name deliberately, that he had seen the effect it had on her. “If you don’t, then say so now.”

Pax stayed silent giving her answer and almost sighing in relief when his mouth touched hers. He kissed her slow and easy, teasing the response out of her until she sighed against him and opened her mouth. His tongue swept in and it was like a drug. She felt heavy and weak, and a desperate need began to build in her as they kissed. Blake didn’t rush or grab at her, instead he mastered her, showing how much pleasure could be had from just kissing.

She felt like she was already on the edge of climax just from his mouth on hers and he hadn’t laid a hand on her yet. Suddenly needing to feel his hands on her, she moved her body closer pressing her tits against his chest and letting out a moan at the friction that caused her nipples to harden and ache. She felt a chuckle move through Blake as he pulled back and moved his head to her neck.

“Easy, Pax, we have all night,” he said but he took the hint and brushed his fingers over her aching nipple teasing and pinching until she was moaning. His mouth caught hers as he twisted and sat bringing her over him, so she was sitting astride him. “This will be easier on your ribs.” His concern for her comfort above anything else showed her what a terrific guy he was.

Pax could feel the hard ridge of his cock as it pressed against her pussy, she moved slightly trying to ease the pressure in her body.

“So fucking beautiful.”

His hands reached up to cup her face as she leaned into his touch before they travelled down her sides—his thumbs rubbing the stiff peaks of her nipples and moving gently over her sore ribs until they rested on her hip bones. He watched her for a second and Pax bent forward and touched her lips to his, kissing him until he took over, angling her head so he could kiss her harder. It was all consuming and she wanted more. She wanted to drown in sensation, to let go and just feel.

His hand cupped her pussy over her shorts and Pax gasped as he rubbed his palm against her mound until she began to move against him. He stopped and she let out a frustrated whimper before he slid his hand inside her panties. His finger glided through her wet slit finding the hard nub of her clit and began to move in slow, delicious circles that had her grinding into his cock.

Blake slid his fingers towards her pussy replacing his finger on her clit with his thumb. He plunged one finger, then two inside her and Pax threw her head back on a moan of pleasure breaking their kiss.

“So fucking wet for me.”

She felt her pussy get wetter at his growled words. He kept working her clit as he fucked her slowly with his fingers building her higher but not giving her what she needed to push her over the edge.

“I need more,” she pleaded as she ground against his cock and he hissed.

“I know what you need.” Blake sat forward using his other hand to pull her top from her shoulders. The vest top fell to her waist and exposed her tits to his eyes.

Blake looked at her body with hooded, desire-heavy eyes. “You’re exquisite.” He palmed her breast bringing it to his lips slowing before taking it into her mouth. He sucked her nipple hard until it was almost painful then crooked his fingers inside her finding her G-spot.

Pax let out a keening cry, she was so close. The ache began to build as electric currents of pleasure moved through her. Her thighs began to shake. She felt Blake pull back when her head went back as he worked her clit harder.

“Look at me, Gracie.”

It was his tone, the blatant masculine alpha demand that Pax cede her control to him that made her comply. Her eyes found his and at that moment, as he gazed at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, she shattered. Her vision went hazy, her body shook, her mind a blank canvas of nothing but pleasure and sensation. A cry tore from her lips but it was mumbled and incoherent as she rode the wave of ecstasy.

She felt Blake’s fingers go still inside her, sensing she was too sensitive to take any more and relaxed her body weight into him, every muscle drained from the intensity of the climax she’d just had. Blake removed his hand from her panties and wrapped his arms around her. He held her for a second before she sat up and looked at him,

“That was intense.” Her words were mumbled, exhaustion hitting her.

“Yeah it was, and it was everything I thought it would be. Watching you come is my new favourite thing to do.”

Pax laughed and felt his hardness against her core. “What about you?”

“This isn’t about me. This is about you trusting me when I say I’m not going to fuck you and run. I want more, Gracie. I want us to build something together.”

His look was filled with intensity and desire and she realised she wanted that too. It frightened her to death because a man like Blake—one who was sweet and kind, caring, dangerous, and sexy as hell, and could cook and give orgasms like that—was fucking lethal.

She had played down how losing Benny had affected her, and it wasn’t until that second that she saw she had been picking safe men. Men who couldn’t hurt her because she never let them get close. Choosing men she knew would fuck up sooner or later. Blake wasn’t like those men. He had the potential to break her heart and she was terrified of that happening—terrified of him.

“I don’t know if I can give you that.” Her answer was as honest as she could be, and she tried to climb off him.

He stopped her pulling her closer and pinning her to his chest, played with her hair. “What are you afraid of?”

“You. What you could do to me. I like you, Blake. You’re not what I thought and what I see I really like.”

“I like you, too.”