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She nodded. “Yes.”
He went back to sucking on her slick bud. She trembled, bucking her hips and clutching his hair.
She let go of embarrassment and fear. Of her worries about what would happen next. Instead, she floated on the sea of bliss surrounding her.
She let go of every moan. Every curse.
Until she couldn’t hold back the river of pleasure that flooded her senses, shattering any remaining control.
She called his name. Her back arched as she rode his tongue until she’d shattered into a million tiny, glittering pieces.
Savannah lay there afterward, her breathing rapid and shallow. Her chest heaving. Feeling both satisfied and desperate for more.
Blake placed delicate kisses on her sensitive flesh. Each kiss caused another explosion of sensation.
He kissed his way up her belly and through the valley between her rising and falling breasts, as he pulled her into a seated position. His eyes met hers momentarily, as if seeking permission. Then he pressed a kiss to her open mouth. The taste of her was on his tongue.
Blake lifted her from the counter and led her up the stairs and to the opposite end of the hall.
His bedroom.
The decor was rustic, but elegant, in keeping with the style of the house. A king-size bed dominated the space. Large windows flooded the room with light and provided a nearly unobstructed view of the lake and the mountains in the distance.
Before Savannah could admire the space, he’d taken her in his arms and kissed her again. His tongue delved into her mouth. His hands drifted over her body. Her hands explored his body, too, and traced the thick ridge beneath his jeans.
Savannah loosened his belt, eager to touch the silky head of his velvety shaft again. She slipped her hand inside his pants, gripping the warm, veiny flesh. He grunted and shuddered at her touch before breaking their kiss.
Blake turned her around abruptly and nestled her bottom tight against him. His groan of pleasure elicited a sigh from her.
Pinning her in place with one strong forearm slung low across her stomach, Blake kissed her neck and shoulder. He glided the backs of his fingers up and down her side. The featherlight touch made her knees shake. Her sex pulsed with need.
Had the few men she’d been with before been doing it all wrong?
Blake hadn’t entered her. Yet he’d found countless ways to bring her such intense pleasure she wanted to give him everything.
All of her.
He slid his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, turning her head. His mouth crashed into hers. She gasped when Blake grazed one painfully hard nipple with his palm.
The contact was so slight. A whisper against her skin. But it made her want to drop to her knees and beg for more.
She considered doing just that, but Blake pinched her nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure to her core. She cried out, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the pain or the pleasure.
He toyed with her nipple—so sensitive she could barely stand it. Then he glided his hand down her belly, dipping it beneath her waistband.
She gasped against his hungry mouth when he slipped two fingers through her wetness. He massaged the sensitive, swollen flesh, avoiding her needy clit.
Savannah moaned, moving against his hand. He swallowed her cries, intensified them with his movements.
His long fingers drifted from the back of her neck and lightly gripped her throat. Not enough to cause constriction or bruising. Just enough to let her know he was in control.
There was something about his grip there that was primal and erotic. A surprising turn-on that brought her closer to the edge.
“You like that, don’t you?” His warm lips brushed her ear as he whispered into it, his voice tinged with deep satisfaction. “I knew you would.”
“Blake, please, I’m so close.” Her words were clipped, her tone breathy.
He used four fingers, massaging her clit and the sensitive flesh around it. His hand moved faster, until she shattered, her knees buckling as she cried out his name.
* * *
Savannah Carlisle coming apart in his arms was probably one of the most erotic things Blake had ever seen.
Her caramel skin glistened with sweat. Her small, brown nipples had grown puffy and rock-hard after his ministrations. So sensitive that the slightest touch had her ready to fall apart.
Savannah’s body was perfect. Womanly curves in all the right places. Smooth, creamy skin. Long, shapely legs.
Her responsiveness to him was a thing of beauty. The way her skin flushed, from head to toe. The slow grinding of her hips against him. The little murmurs that grew louder as she became more aroused. How wet she’d gotten for him—even before he’d laid a hand on her.
Then there was the air of mystery about her. Something Blake appreciated after living most of his life in this tiny town.
He liked that he knew very little about this woman. That he had to earn every bit of knowledge he’d gathered about her. Savannah Carlisle was an enigma he’d enjoy unraveling.
