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“You know what would make me really happy?”
“Huh?”
“If you’d let me handle the guestlist for the wedding.”
His words filter through my passion-filled brain, but my intuition nags even as his hand moves up my stomach. His tongue teases my skin, making my sex pulse with need, scattering my thoughts.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
“Whatever I want?”
Despite my need for him, I grab his head and force him to look at me. His eyes are a mix of hunger and weariness. “You wouldn’t be asking me if you weren’t planning on inviting someone I wouldn’t like. So, who’s on the list that you're worried about, Blake?”
He tries to kiss me, but I turn my head and his lips press against my cheek. “Lily, it’s nothing serious.”
“Blake.” My tone is stern, a warning. Pushing me right now would be a huge mistake on his part. I’ve got enough shit to deal with.
“I’m going to have Sammi find your family. You need to make peace with them.”
My eyes narrow, agitation simmering low in my blood, rising with each second. I push against his chest and pull myself out of bed. “No.”
“Lily, please.”
“Goddammit, Blake. We’ve had this discussion before. I do not want to find them. I do not want to meet them. Why can’t you just let this fucking go?”
He stands and takes a step toward me and unsteadily I move back, away from him. “Because I want to help. You need to get over your past if we’re to have a real future. You know it and so do I.”
A growl erupts from my throat and his eyes widen in surprise. “Fuck your help. Leave this alone, or so help me God, you’re not going to like my reaction.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a warning. The last one you’re going to get where this topic is concerned.” I head for the bedroom door, needing to put some distance between us.
“Don’t you dare walk out on me, Lily Williams, or you won’t like my reaction.”
I spin around, my shoulders tight and chest damn near heaving with the effort to keep space between us. Every time he challenges me about shit like this, I’m torn between fucking his brains out and slapping the shit out of him. It’s confusing and sexy as hell— the glimmer and determination swimming in his chocolate brown eyes, the tightness in his shoulders.
Fuck.
“Your threats are bullshit and you know it,” I hiss, glaring at him.
He moves with an easy grace toward me. Stepping back, I press against the door as he puts his hands on either side of my head, leaning in close, but not touching me.
“Try to walk out of here and I’ll show you just how bullshit my threats are.”
A smile spreads across my lips. I do love a good challenge. I shove his chest hard and spin around, grabbing the doorknob. As I twist it, Blake grabs my wrist and spins me to face him. My hands move to push him again. He’s faster than I expect,
dipping down to grab my ass. He lifts me and slams me back into the door, the wood groaning in protest. His lips are on mine and we’re lost in a fit of tongues, hands, and passion spreading like wildfire.
Digging my nails into his neck, he growls and grinds his erection into me. I suck in a sharp breath and tangle my fingers in his hair. Setting me on my feet, he grabs the belt loops on my jeans and yanks them down. As I kick them off, he drops his, not bothering to step out of them before he lifts me, filling me as he slams me against the door again.
I bury my face into the crook of his neck as he takes me, rough and without apology. My body shutters, my sex clenching around his hard-on. He’s relentless and I hold my breath trying to control the need for release. Letting go would just prove his point. This is the one place, the one time, when Blake owns me, completely.
“Nice try, baby, but you know it won’t work,” he says breathlessly.
He thrusts inside me harder, deeper, making me cry out his name. The line between pain and pleasure is a thin one with him. He swivels his hips before slamming into me again, and it’s an overload of pleasure. His teeth graze my jaw as my arms tighten around him, digging into the hardened, flexing muscles of his shoulders.
“Come on, Lily.”
