Tilting my head, he continues to suck and lick at my shoulder.
“What time does she go to bed?” Another pass of his warm tongue. “I’m ready for dessert.”
“I uh…” The combination of his mouth and his growled words against my heated flesh have me writhing and unable to speak.
“Yeah, you’re ready, too.” He bites down, pulling at my skin with a deep suck and then releasing it. “My Mouse is hungry.”
A whimper drips from my parted lips. “Yes.”
At the sound of Axelle’s door opening, Blake’s gone. The cool air of his absence hits my back. I grip the counter’s edge to catch my breath. The water’s still running in the sink. I shake off the fog of arousal as Axelle makes it to the kitchen.
“I’ll be back in an hour or two.” She grabs the keys and her purse from the counter. “I’m meeting Killian for coffee. I’m going to ask him.”
Blake’s leaning casually against the fridge, his eyes fixed on her. How can he look so unaffected when I’m a walking poster child for sexual frustration? His gaze swings to mine, the fiery green giving him away. Well, that’s a relief.
“Sure thing and uh… good luck.” I wink at her and resume my dish duty.
“Later, Blake.”
“Later, kiddo.”
The second the door shuts, I flip around and Blake stalks toward me. We crash together. His lips move against mine, and he grips my backside. I hop up to wrap myself around him. Arms around his neck, legs around his waist, I grind down into the firm bulge of his pants. He growls deep and moves us down the hallway to my bedroom. Our tongues lash at each other, hungry, searching, and needy. He doesn’t toss me to the bed, but drops a knee and climbs on, our bodies never breaking contact. I gasp for breath.
“This okay?” he asks, his chest heaving against mine.
“Off.” I tug his shirt over his head.
I pop the button of his pants, shoving them, along with his boxers, down his legs. I’m crazy with the urgency to feel the heat of his skin as he covers me with his weight.
“Arms up.” His command pierces my lust-laden brain, and I comply.
He tosses my shirt to the floor, followed by my bra. My leggings and thong are all that’s left, and those quickly find their place in the pile. Our legs tangle together. His hands grip my hair, and he kisses me deep and hard. Yes. I dig my fingers into his biceps, pulling him to me, needing more of him, all of him.
“Blake…”
“Fuck yeah.” He buries himself inside me with a long, powerful thrust.
My back arches off the bed with a moan that bursts from my throat. Nothing has ever felt this good.
He pulls almost all the way out, only to drive in deep. “Mouse, are we okay?”
“I’m okay. Just… more…” My words dissolve into a groan as he drives into me again.
He tucks his knees beneath him. Hooking my waist, he pulls me up. Our faces just inches apart, he dips his chin and stares at me with predatory desire. My stomach clenches with need. He takes one nipple into his mouth. With silken thrashes of his tongue, my orgasm builds and pushes for release.
Gripping his biceps for leverage, I lean back and roll my hips, dragging him in and out while he works my breasts. My stomach tightens. Exquisite tension spirals as he pushes me to my peak. He cups my ass, tilting my hips with a final thrust.
I cry out, tossing my head back as he holds me in place. My body convulses around him, muscles quivering to stay close against the blinding orgasm that ignites within. His strong arms keep me still while I fall apart in his embrace. Shockwaves pulse through my body before my arms go limp.
He lays me back. “Damn, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
“I can’t move,” I say through a sated smile.
“Don’t you worry.” He drops a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ll do the movin’.” Hooking me behind my knees, he brings my legs up over his shoulders. “Oh, fuck…”
His pace quickens. I focus on the ripples of his abdomen as they flex and release. Strong fingers pinch at my hips. His pecs contract, straining with the effort of his movement. My gaze slides up his body until I meet his eyes. They’re locked on mine. Never wavering, I’m mesmerized by the appreciation I see, the emotion and tenderness reflecting from his raw stare.
A mighty roar echoes through the room as he seats himself deep. His grip digs into my thighs, and his body goes solid. Tendons pop on his forearms and neck. Towering above me, his body relaxes, and he catches his breath. He drops my legs from his shoulders and rubs his hands up and down their sore muscles.
“Mouse, baby.” He groans and drops his weight on top of me. “That was unreal.”
I grin as much as I can with every part of me feeling like Jell-O. “Yeah, it was.”