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So we have to put our needs and wants aside to ensure she is taken care of. Because sometimes your own needs don’t matter when you care so strongly about someone else.
And that someone else is important to the both of us.
And that is all that matters.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Zoey
As I lie in bed, I stare at the ceiling, wondering how that patch of dirt got there.
Has it alwaysbeen there?
And how do I clean it off?
Will Blake help me if I ask him?
Sighing, my thoughts trail back to a few moments ago, watching him taking off his suit jacket and pants. Then standing back, and checking out his thick legs, which are toned and muscular, instantly made me want to forget about everything we discussed tonight. Instead, I wanted to take his hand and lead him in here, have him strip me down, and worship my body like I’m sure he would.
The way his lips, his teeth, his tongue—God, his tongue—felt on me tonight out by the car.
Iwantmore of that.
Ineedmore of that.
Just the thought has my skin buzzing with excitement.
But we can’t always get what we want.
Knowing he is out there, that perfect specimen of a man, and that he wants me just like I want him, is killing me. The fact I turned him down irritates me even more when he could so easily take care of my needs—the needs he has caused. Especially when I haven’t had a decent sexual experience since Kyle, which is saying something because that wassomany years ago. Thinking back to that time,Was it actually decent? Did he really do anything for me except give me a beautiful baby girl?
Letting out a frustrated huff, I roll over in bed, looking at the clock on the side table—3:00 a.m.
I need some sleep, but the ache building between my legs tells me it won’t come easy. I know Hailee will have a big day planned for us tomorrow, so I need to at least try to be a functioning human being.
Closing my eyes, I attempt to let my muscles relax as much as my mind will let them. Flashes of Blake’s bare legs run through my mind again, and I groan, throwing my body onto my back as my eyes fling wide open, and I begin staring at the dirty patch on the ceiling again.
I glance at my door, which is fully closed, and I gnaw down on my bottom lip, realizing why I can’t sleep. I am so damn worked up from having Blake almost go down on me, and I’m frustrated with myself for telling him no.
The dampness between my legs and the throbbing in my clit is begging for attention.
I need a release.
Maybe then I can sleep.
Rolling over in bed, I move to my bottom drawer and pull out my vibrator from the very back, where I hide it behind all the other crap in there in case Hailee goes looking. I pull it out, trying to be as quiet as possible, then sink back onto my plush mattress. Holding my vibrant pink vibrator up in front of my face, I smile at it like a beacon of hope. “Please help me get to sleep,” I whisper to it like a savior, then switch it on to full-speed mode.
The hum buzzes through my room, but luckily I know it’s not loud enough to pierce through the walls.
Using my other hand, I shimmy my underwear down and off. God, I need this right now, and knowing Blake is right outside in the living room makes this so much sexier.
Pulling my knees up, the sheet tents above me, so I slide my hand between my legs, biting down on my bottom lip to keep any sounds at bay. The anticipation is almost too much to bear. I gently press the pink tip to my clit and instantly jerk from the reaction, inhaling sharply as the sensation washes over me. I try to hold my moan in because I can’t let Blake or Hailee hear me.
Clenching my eyes shut, I slide the vibrating length down further and press it along my already slickened folds. My breathing quickens as I work it back and forth, allowing myself to adjust, then I slide the vibrator inside me. I can’t help but let out a small whimper as it fills me. With my free hand, I slap my hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet.
The feeling of the vibration inside me is already making my entire body tingle and prickle with goose bumps, but as I begin to pump the shaft in and out of me, I feel the pressure working me higher, right where I need it to be.
The hand covering my mouth slams down on the bed sheets, gripping them tight into a fist as my head snaps to the side as the pleasure rolls through me. The heat builds, my body shakes, and a fine mist beads along my skin while lights dance behind my eyes. My muscles tense, contracting and spasming as the wave hits me so intensely I stop breathing. I can’t help but let out a moan as I slam my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my sounds again as I ride the tsunami as it crashes over me.
