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His bedroom door creaks open, revealing a mess of clothes and textbooks scattered across his unmade bed. We both hesitate, taking in the suddenly intimate space.
“Don’t judge. This week was rough.”
A laugh escapes, breaking the tension as he rushes to the bed and collects the textbooks. “I would never judge you.”
I step inside slowly, my heels making soft clicks on the polished wood floor. I breathe in the smell of laundry detergent mixed with his cologne. I face him as he places the last book on his desk. “I had a good time tonight.”
“I did, too.” Blake nods in agreement. He grabs my hand and pulls me close. “More than you know.” His hands wander up my back, and I let out a soft moan when he nuzzles into my neck. Our breathing hitches as he nibbles lightly on my earlobe before whispering, “I want to take my time with you. To thoroughly worship you.”
His words steal my breath. There is no denying the heat pooling low in my belly from his deep voice. With a gentle but purposeful touch, he roams his hands over my body, trailing hot kisses along my jawline. Every nerve seems to hum with anticipation, aching for more of him.
I nod, my heart pounding in sync with his touch. “I want that too,” I confess, my voice barely a breath. “I want to discover every part of you, Blake.”
His eyes meet mine, and a longing whispers through me. Slowly, he leads me to the bed and guides me to sit on the edge. He takes a step back, giving me space to breathe and process the weight of this moment.
Blake stands before me, his eyes filled with a tenderness that makes my heart ache. His long, deft fingers unbutton his suit jacket and let it fall from his broad shoulders with a whisper of fabric against fabric. I watch, mesmerized, as he loosens his tie and removes it with purpose before slinging it casually over a nearby chair.
My breath catches in my throat as my eyes trace the lines of his body. Blake’s eyes are laser-focused on mine as his hands move to the buttons of his crisp white shirt, undoing them one by one until the fabric parts, revealing glimpses of taut muscle and smooth skin.
He lets the shirt slide down his arms and drops it carelessly to the floor. My fingers itch with the desire to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. But I stay rooted in place, captivated by the sight before me.
Blake steps closer, closing the distance between us until we’re mere inches apart. His hand cups my cheek gently, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “You are extraordinary,” he murmurs, his voice laced with awe and admiration.
A blush blooms across my cheeks at his words, and I can’t help but smile at him. “And you are so much more than just a hockey player,” I reply softly.
He grins back at me, a smile that lights up his entire face. “Maybe so,” he says, his voice filled with playful sarcasm. “But right now, all I want to be is yours.”
His words hang in the air, a promise that sends heat curling down my spine. With hesitant fingers, I reach out to him, the pads of my fingers brushing against his bare chest. The contact is electric, igniting a spark that sets my nerves alight.
“Then be mine,” I whisper.
The tension between us reignites as he leans in, his lips hovering just above mine. My body aches for his touch as our breaths mingle in the charged space between us. Slowly, hesitantly, he closes the remaining distance, his lips brushing against mine in a tender, featherlight kiss.
It’s a kiss that speaks volumes—full of promise, longing, and an unspoken understanding that this is just the beginning of something extraordinary.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper, “I love the way you taste. I love everything about you.”
I love you.
Our mouths meld together once again as he takes his time, the kiss singing through my veins. His hands find their way to the zipper of my dress, pulling it down with a practiced ease. The fabric slips off my shoulders, pooling at my waist and revealing the delicate lace lingerie underneath. Blake’s eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight before him.
“Fuck.”He groans. “Why are you so goddamn sexy?”
That causes a laugh to bubble out. “Would you rather I dress like a nun?”
He scoops the dress over my head and lifts me into his arms in one swift motion. “Fuck no. Because what I want to do with you is deliciously sinful.”
“I can hardly wait.”
His smile is wicked, contradicting the gentle way he handles me as he lowers me onto the mattress. He crawls over me, his weight pressing me into the bed. When his tongue teases the sensitive skin behind my ear, shudders ripple through me. I’m not sure if it’s from the pleasure or the anticipation, but I can’t help but smile. I run my hands run through his hair, tangling in the tousled strands as he continues his exploration. Closing my eyes, I savor the moment as he drags his lips down my neck, over my collarbone, and to the center of my chest.
“I love your body. Your curves.” He circles his tongue over the thin layer of lace and nips at my taut nipple. “So fucking perfect.”
His words. That mouth. They make me feel empowered. Beautiful. I arch my back, wanting the feel of his lips on my skin.
In a wobbly voice, I plead with him. “Please, Blake.”
“Mm, please, what?” He slowly travels down my stomach, his warm breath causing my skin to tingle. “What do you want?”
