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I wanted to say no. It was too much, too intimate, but my body was shrieking yes and had overruled every chance at a veto. I couldn’t even give a halfhearted no. Because I really did want this. To know what mindless pleasure was. I’d never been able to let go, but then again, I’d never had a man like Blake show me there was a reason to.
Because everything in his eyes matched the anticipation winding around my senses. And right then, I was so very happy he was so freaking tall. He trailed a teasing road from waist to breast before cupping me. His thumb brushed the underside of my nipple as his breath grew warmer the closer he got to my swollen slit.
Breath lost to the mounting tension, I shuddered out a sob when he tugged on my nipple at the exact time that he licked me from my swollen center up to trap my clit in a ruthless suction. His body tensed and, once again, gold fire obliterated the green in his eyes.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands. With anything.
He seemed to want me completely on display for him, but, oh God.
I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t remember how my lungs worked. Where the teasing had been a slow burn, this was absolute detonation. He licked and sucked
as if I was the only sustenance he ever needed.
His other hand went around my ass to hold me still.
I hadn’t realized I was bucking up against him. I was completely separate from my body, winding tighter and tighter until I had to be sucking up all the oxygen in the room.
Finally, my hands wouldn’t be denied. I sank them into all his soft, thick, silky hair and tried to pull him away. He wouldn’t listen.
He drew back for a moment, and his chin and lips glistened.
With me.
With what he’d been doing to me.
But then whatever I’d thought was the definition of ruthless was replaced with the reality of Blake.
He lashed at my clit with his tongue even as his lips kept it hidden away. The heady, overwhelming emotions turned to panic as I climbed past pleasure into the first shimmer of pain.
I tried to inch away, but he wouldn’t let me go. Both hands fastened onto my hips, and the suction faded. The blood returned to my clit and erupted into a mind-bending release. Tears shattered me, and suddenly he was there, around me. I couldn’t breathe through the maelstrom inside me.
It was as if he’d dragged every emotion out of me and replaced it with pleasure. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t possibly hold it.
He scooped me up and backed into the corner of the vestibule. He slid down until we were on the floor. He’d twisted me so my body was tucked into his, my knees drawn up against me. I pressed my face into his neck. “I’m s-s-sorry. I can-n-n’t.”
“Hush.” He draped an arm over my thighs and pulled me in tighter. “I pushed too hard.”
I breathed in the spicy citrus scent of him, slowly calming. Shivers softened to shudders, and then the quiet sound of his heart replaced my jangling nerves.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I couldn’t stop breathing him in, nor could I give up the contact. I was starved for it, and unfortunately, he was the handy recipient.
I tried to move. His grip tightened, and he groaned.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, Ms. Copeland.”
I couldn’t tell if he was still hard. Had he lost that sparking need that had been firing between us? I wondered if I could get it back if that were the case. I found myself smiling into his neck. “Even after all this, you can’t call me Grace?”
He rubbed his chin over the top of my head. “Hush now.”
I peered down at the three buttons opened at his neck to his crooked tie. I didn’t want to analyze my reaction to him. Only I would turn a sexcapade into another reason to cry my eyeballs out.
Instead, I inched the tail of his tie out of the perfect Windsor knot.
“What are you doing?”
“Making you more comfortable.” I slid the tie out from his collar and draped it around my neck. Thanks to the streetlights, I could tell his watchful eyes had faded back to cool green. His eyebrows lowered, as if he needed to study me or figure me out.
