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Blake hesitated, but he didn’t pull away. “I’d gotten tested after Megs left, because of her cheating. I know I’m clean, but I wanted to prove it to you.”
God he was adorable. “How many people have you slept with since she left?”
“Just you.”
Whoa. “Really? There were three years there you were single. You didn’t fuck around with anyone?”
“Nope. Just wasn’t something I was interested in. My hand and Internet porn had less baggage.”
His cock was starting to flag, not something she wanted to see. “I think it’s time you left that baggage behind. I love you and I trust you. I’m tired of her being between us. Make love to me, right here, right now.”
Blake held her gaze, even as he shifted forward and slowly pushed his cock inside. Kim shivered but refused to break eye contact with him. There was something about his intensity, his unspoken possessiveness that had her pussy wet and her nipples hard. Each time was more thrilling, more arousing than the last. Even comfort sex, or lazy sex became passionate in a way she’d never thought possible.
This time she nearly came when he pressed against her clit, his T-shirt against her skin. His bare cock stretched and filled her, giving her a sense of rightness. They’d come so far in the past year and she knew things would only get better as time went on.
Blake started thrusting into her with short, gentle strokes. She savored each thrust, loving the feeling of nothing between them—no latex, no Megs, nothing—just Naughty Nick and his little elf. He lowered his head and somehow managed to catch her nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing the hardened peak. She loved the feel of his teeth against her barbells, the vibrations that would shoot through her and somehow make their way to her pussy. The entire time he didn’t miss a beat, his thrusts continuing smooth and steady into her.
Well. She couldn’t have that.
On his next thrust in, Kim tightened her muscles around his cock, relishing the moan that slipped from him as she did. He increased his rhythm and leaned in to kiss her.
Fuck, he really was an excellent kisser.
With her eyes closed, she stopped trying to hold back and let her body take over. Sweat covered her skin, making her slick where their bodies touched. She wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle so he was pressing in as far as he could. Blake groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He lapped at her skin, his soft tongue teasing her, tasting her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Hot.” He nipped down on her neck. “Mine.”
Kim squeezed her already shut eyes, as her orgasm threatened to spill. “Harder.”
Blake shifted his grip from her hips to around her waist, pressing her further onto the counter so they were both at an awkward angle. It should have been painful, unsexy, but it was the best thing they’d ever done. He pounded into her until she couldn’t focus on anything else. Nothing but him and this moment, together in his kitchen at Christmas.
When he sucked on her earlobe, the dam inside her broke and Kim moaned long and low as her orgasm exploded. She’d come hard before, to the point of nearly passing out. This was different—as though waves had crashed onto the beach, receding for a brief moment before cresting and crashing once more. The pleasure kept going until Blake squeezed his arms around her and moaned as well. His hot come filled her pussy for the first time, and the weight of the moment wasn’t lost on her, even in her sex haze.
They both stilled at nearly the same time. Blake’s hot breath came in short, staggered bursts against her neck. If it wasn’t for the fact they were on the kitchen counter, she could have gone to sleep like this, wrapped in his arms. It wouldn’t have been the first time for that.
“I saw Megs today.”
The proverbial bucket of cold water splashed over her. “What?”
Blake didn’t move, didn’t pull back to look her in the eye. “I was at the mall getting you a present when I ran into her. She’s single.”
Fuck. Fuckity fuck. “How is she?”
“Still a bitch. She wanted to go on a date with me. For old times’ sake.”
“What did you tell her?”
“That my girlfriend would probably punch her in the throat if we did that.”
Kim burst out laughing. “I bet that went over well.”
“Actually, it didn’t faze her.” He finally pulled back, abandoning her while he reached for his pants. “Believe it or not, she tried to tell me that it didn’t matter. That she and I had more history than any new woman in my life did.”
The warm-fuzzy she’d felt from the amazing orgasm quickly ebbed away. “That’s kind of true.”
Blake ignored her. “It wasn’t until I showed her this that she shut the fuck up.”
Kim’s question died on her lips when she saw the little black box. The jewelry store logo was one she’d seen a gazillion times on television over the years. Her mother always referred to it as the nice, expensive place. “What’s in the box, Blake?”
