“Mm, so good.” I grip his backside, urging him on.
He rears back and pushes forward with a little more force. Tingles of pleasure race up my spine. I moan and tilt my hips, taking him deeper. Again, he rocks into me, studying my response. I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles behind his massive thighs. His movements become stronger, his powerful body unleashing all he’s been holding back in too-slow increments.
Leaning down, he nips at my mouth. I push up and suck his upper lip, then his lower. He collapses on top of me and takes my mouth hard. I meet every thrash of his tongue with a flick of my own. A growl bubbles up from his throat, and I swallow it down.
“Fuck, this is heaven.” His movements are more determined.
“Blake…”
“I know.” He kisses me again, hard and possessive.
Perfect.
Overwhelmed by the sensations of his powerful body commanding mine, and the patience he takes in caring for my feelings, I shed my inhibitions and toss caution aside. Lifting my hips, I meet his movements with a grind of my own.
“God, yes. Like that.” His heavy breath heats my overworked lips. He doesn’t look away from my eyes, and he picks up his pace.
I bite my lip. “I’m… it’s… Oh, my—”
A burst so big, beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, bows my body off the bed. A fervent cry explodes from my lips, the sound so powerful it bounces off the walls. Shards of euphoria explode from my core and race down my limbs.
His muscles tense, and he buries himself deep, groaning into my neck. I run my fingers through his cropped hair, holding him to me. The soft suction of his lips tug at the sensitive skin below my ear. Goose bumps race down my arms. Boneless, my legs fall open, and he drops his weight to cover me.
It’s hard to take a full breath, but I don’t care. Pressed into the bed with him on top of me, cradled between my legs, and our bodies still connected—I’ve never felt more protected. I’m floating, the burden of my shadows lifting as hope settles in.
All too soon, he rolls to the side, allowing me my first full inhale.
“Holy shit,” he says, out of breath.
Unable to move my soggy limbs, I turn my head toward him. “Yeah.”
He faces me. “Fuck, look at you,” he whispers. “Even better than I thought.”
“What did you think?”
“That you’re fucking gorgeous. That right when I think you can’t get any sexier, you do.” His fingers trace my cheek. “So damn pretty.”
I swallow against the lump in my throat. “You too.” I feel so much more, oh how I feel, but words fail me.
He kisses my cheek, lingering for a second before turning away. I sit in silence while he disposes of the condom. Crawling back into bed, he pulls me to his side, my naked body flush with his. “Talk to me. What are you overthinking?”
I giggle at his assumption. “I’m not, actually.” For the first time in a while. “But, I was thinking about work. It’s going to be impossible to not touch you when I see you there tomorrow. How are we going to play this so we don’t get caught?” I trace figure eights through his six-pack and smile at the goose bumps that follow my fingertip.
“Get caught?” He chuckles. “What’re we, twelve?”
“I read in my contract something about inter-office relationships. I didn’t pay too much attention, but I remember it was discouraged.”
“Shit, if Gibbs enforced that, he’d have to fire himself ten times over.”
I push up to rest my chin on his chest. “No way. With who?”
“Most of the Cage Girls, a few female fighters, and his last assistant.”
My eyes are wide, unblinking. “That’s unethical.”
“Not our business. But don’t worry about anyone raising hell about us. Besides, no way I’m not touching you at work. Shit. Impossible to keep my hands off you.”
I shiver and rest my cheek where my chin was.
This is happening. He’s confessed to feelings, I’ve done the same. We’ve had sex twice without any major breakdowns… on my part. Work’s covered. I need to talk it over with Elle, but she’s crazy about Blake. As long as she’s on board, there’re no more obstacles. I’ll have a boyfriend. A healthy, adult relationship.
And for the first time, the idea isn’t terrifying.
Blake
Nothing has ever felt this easy. Her head on my chest, her naked body pressed in tight, her finger tracing patterns on my skin—all of it is so new, but at the same time, completely familiar and as easy as blinking. I’m comfortable with her in a way I’ve never felt with anyone before.
We lie in silence, pressed together with the blood still thumping in our chests. Damn, I don’t want to move. Not an inch from this position, and I’d be content. Her stomach grumbles against my side. Clearly, biology won’t allow that.
“Hungry?” I run my fingertips up and down her spine.
“Yeah. I’m in the mood for pancakes.”