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He lifted me up and crushed me to him. I opened my eyes and encircled his shoulders. “Blake—”
“No more talking,” he said against my mouth.
Then there was nothing but his kiss, and him surrounding me. He walked through my workshop area, past my table to the corner of the room. He set me down next to the twin bed.
He looked down at it. “Really?”
“I’m tiny.”
“Truth,” he muttered. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it onto the chair at the end of my bed. He pulled me in front of him, and coasted his fingertips over my shoulders. “I can’t even describe how bad I am at relationships.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“I don’t know why you want to be with me—” He held up a hand. “I’m not fishing for compliments, and I don’t even want to know why right now. I’m just thankful.” He cupped my face. “So, goddamn thankful, because wanting you is the only thing I understand.”
I tipped my head into his hand. “I hope one day it’s more than wanting me.”
“It already is.” He unbuttoned his cuffs, then his shirt, and tossed it aside as well.
I drew in a breath. I’d never seen all of Blake’s upper torso before. He was so incredibly broad and smooth. He dropped his pants, and reached for my zipper a moment later. Our clothes became piles at our feet, then he sat down on the edge of my little bed.
“I just want you too.” He pulled me forward until I straddled his waist.
He stretched out under me and let me touch him. Every part of him. I learned his shoulders and chest with my fingers and lips. I could measure his sighs and his gasps from a single twist of my wrist.
His taste became part of me as I crawled lower to take
him in my mouth.
Nothing was off limits tonight. There was no rush, no timetable. There were only the sweet sounds of his groans of my name and the silky glide of our bodies. When he grew impatient with me using him as my personal playground, he rolled me under him and showed me what it was like to make love to Blake Carson.
Because neither one of us could call that night anything but lovemaking.
Even when we landed in a sweaty heap on the second round, and the night melted around us, I drifted to sleep with a smile.
Of course sleeping on a twin bed was a lot more fun when I’d been in college. Blake took up a lot of space, and his body was more muscular than soft. The books got that wrong too.
Especially when you had to lay on top of a man from chest to hip.
I tried to get comfortable, and gave up with a sigh.
“I don’t know what would be worse. If you snored, or if you’re this restless every night.”
I pinched his shoulder. “A twin bed was not made for your particular body weight.”
“My BMI is eight percent.”
I giggled at his voice. Oh, so very affronted. “That’s the problem. There’s not a cuddly bit of fat on you, Mr. Carson.” I sighed at his silence. “There’s a king-sized bed in the blue room upstairs. Of course that would mean finding a set of sheets.”
“You could come home with me.”
I folded my arms on his chest and wiggled until I slid down along the wall. “It’s cold outside.”
“Remote car starter.”
I laughed. “There’s a thought.”
A crash from the other room made us both jump. Blake sat up and eased me off of him. “Are the other doors locked in the house?”
