“Oh God, Cate, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long fucking time.” He released his hold on my mouth to let his words out on a hurried breath.
He didn’t let go of my hair, and kept his gaze focused on mine as he spoke. Then he tilted my head back and grazed my neck with his teeth. My skin prickled under his touch, an intoxicating mixture of gentle and rough, and I ground myself against his leg, no longer caring about my too-soft abs. I wanted this man—somehow, some way, any way.
The way I’d felt hot and bothered during the porno was a faint memory, and nothing compared to this. At the moment, I felt sexy in my own right. Here I was, a sensuous woman with desires and needs and wants, turned on by a man.
“You make me so hot, Cate.” He took my hand and grazed it over his crotch. “Feel that? I’ve been like that since I saw you in that coffee shop. Fucking weeks aching for you.”
Gazing up at him, I whispered, “You don’t have to say anything swoony, or whatever you usually say with all the girls.”
“No, don’t ruin this moment with that bullshit. I like the way you challenge me, take me on. Don’t waste any breath on bullshit.”
I leaned back up on tiptoes and kissed Blane. It was the first time I’d initiated any kind of kiss. In all my life, I’d been reactive rather than proactive when it came to intimacy. My fiery temperament only came to life when I was verbally warring with someone.
With my hand lingering on his hip, I gave it permission to roam over his ass. He groaned when I squeezed.
“Take what you want,” he said into my mouth.
I climbed his leg and locked my hands around his neck, but the height difference didn’t give me enough leverage.
Leave it to Blane; he scooped me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his middle, and he set me on the counter behind me. With my butt on the very edge, Blane was able to fit between my legs, rubbing his crotch against mine to apply just the right amount of pressure to elicit another moan from me.
A wave of vertigo washed over me as his erection made contact with my leggings. His button fly rubbed against the spot—the one my own finger found from time to time. Except when I touched it skin to skin, I didn’t get anywhere close to the sensation I was reeling with right now, even through denim and cotton.
We were still kissing, Blane breathing out and me breathing in. He pulled away and sucked on my lower lip before moving to my neck and planting those little bites, like the other night on the court. My head lolled left and his mouth made contact with my right clavicle, devouring it with kisses and nips. With no thought from me, my hips surged forward and moved from side to side, grinding my clitoris into oblivion.
Whoever said sex is like riding a bike was wrong. I rode a bike, and when I got on, I always had to reacquaint myself with the whole process. But this, this precursor to what I hoped would be sex, this I’d never done. It made no difference; I knew what I was doing right away.
My pelvis surged forward and sought what it wanted. Blane’s penis. His very hard and what I presumed to be big dick.
“I want to spread you out on this counter, but let’s save that for another time,” Blake whispered into my ear.
He could have said, “I like peas and carrots,” for all it mattered. The mere sound of his voice automatically kicked up my libido.
Blane picked me up again and my legs went around his waist again, keeping the contact as he carried me straight to his bed. I didn’t even have time to protest.
Once he’d spread me out before him, Blane caressed me with his eyes. I’d never felt more exposed, and I was still fully dressed. Like some sort of tiger, he pounced next to me and pulled me against him, and our mouths met again. This time, I attacked his lips and tongue like a tigress, and growls came from my male counterpart. I slipped my hand inside his T-shirt to his shoulder and hoisted myself a little higher.
“Shhh, slow it down, Cate. I can’t go as far as I would like tonight.”
“Why?” I whimpered like Jenna Jameson in one of her original bad pornos.
“Haven’t you heard me? I like you. You do it for me.” His hair flopped into his face and he shoved it back behind his ear. He stayed leaning over me, propped on his elbow to hold his weight.
I turned and tried to hide.
“No hiding, Cate.”
He leaned over and gave me a closed-mouth kiss, taking his time, allowing his palm to trace its way up my skin. He broke free again and took off my shirt, and nerves shot through me. I tried to roll and twist, to cover myself. In my mind, I wanted sex—but with clothes on.
“Huh-uh, none of that either,” Blane said softly.
He reached back and pulled his shirt off and was back on me in a second. Skin to skin, he tugged on my ear with his teeth and ran his palm over my bra and sides, down to my waist and back.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, and I blushed. “Sorry about the calluses; occupational hazard for me.”