“Neck’s sore,” he admits. “It was hard to find a good position to sleep in.”
I have to bite my tongue to refrain from suggesting a whole bunch of naughty positions that he might find pleasing. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My girl parts have been tingling ever since that photographic montage of Blake and all those cute puppies. I guess I’m turned on by philanthropy? Who knew.
Or maybe it’s just Blake who turns me on. Blake and his big body and easy grins. The man whose magical power is that he’s always able to make people laugh. And orgasms—he’s good at giving orgasms, too.
“Jess?”
I snap out of my Ode to Blake train of thought. “Hmmm?”
“So you’re cool if we go?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I have finals to study for.” We’re on trimesters, so there’s only ten days until crunch time.
Blake and I say our goodbyes, hugging, kissing and fist-bumping his teammates, their dates, and the event organizers. As we leave the ballroom and walk toward the coat-check area, he keeps a couple of feet of distance between us, which is unsettling. Normally he doesn’t waste any opportunity to touch me, even if it’s just placing his hand on my arm.
I wish I knew what was up with him. Loud, brash Blake, I can handle. Melancholy Blake? I’m stumped.
We reach the coat-check counter, only to find a little plastic sign that says Back at 10:15. Seriously? I check the clock on the wall. It’s 10:03. Who just leaves their post mid-party? People need their coats, damn it!
I suppress a sigh. “Awesome.”
Blake rubs the side of his neck and rotates his head as if trying to stretch it out.
“Your neck hurting again?” I ask in concern.
“A bit.”
I move closer and brush my hand over his nape. The soft hairs there tickle my palm. “Want me to rub it out for you?”
I wait for the inevitable wisecrack, but…it doesn’t come. Oh boy. Is Blake broken? Maybe he needs his batteries replaced?
Leaning up on my tiptoes, I press my mouth to the side of his throat and kiss his warm flesh.
“Jessie… What are you doing?”
“Kissing your boo-boos,” I murmur, then trace the tendons of his neck with my lips. “Do you want me to stop?” My tongue glides over his skin, and his clean, spicy flavor infuses my taste buds. “Would you rather we talk about why you’ve been sulking all night?”
He groans when my lips encircle his earlobe. I’m not sure where this urge to maul him has come from. It’s not like I’ve been aching for him these past two weeks. My school schedule has been so hectic that it didn’t leave much time to think sexy thoughts about Blake Riley. But now that he’s here, standing so close to me, smelling fantastic and looking good enough to eat in his tailored black suit…sexy thoughts are all I’m thinking.
“Well?” I prompt, tilting my head back to meet his eyes, which are now burning with lust.
“No, I don’t wanna talk.” His voice has gone husky, sending a shiver up my spine.
I glance at the clock again. 10:05. Then I shift my gaze to the coat-room door. “We have ten minutes,” I say meaningfully. “You think that’s enough time?”
He winks. “Baby, I’ll make you go boom in three minutes, tops.”
I choke down my laughter as he yanks open the door and pulls me inside. Oh, thank God. I fixed him. Blake is back in Blake form. Smiling, naughty and impulsive, his green eyes blazing with heat as he lowers his mouth and kisses me. With our mouths locked in a battle for dominance, we stumble down a row of coat racks toward a private nook in the back of the room. Blake has me up against the wall before I can blink, his tongue slicking over mine, his hands all over me.
I gasp when he slips one hand underneath my dress and rubs me over my panties.
“So wet,” he croaks, before cupping me fully.
I squeeze his package through his trousers and groan, “So hard.”
His choked laughter heats the air. “’Kay, so we’ve established that you’re wet and I’m hard. What are we gonna do about it?”
I latch my lips to his again and loop my arms around his neck. “What, you need me to show you an instructional video?”
“Mmmm, a sex video starring you?” One long finger dips underneath the crotch of my underwear. “Let’s put a pin in that. Right now, I just want…” His finger pushes inside me, and we both moan. “That,” he grunts. “I want that.”
That’s as much foreplay as I get. Blake produces a condom from his wallet and has his pants down and his dick out before I can blink. Not that I was expecting sweet, lingering kisses and lots and lots of teasing. We’re in a coat closet and on a deadline. This is going to be a quickie, through and through.
Blake lifts me up and presses my back against the wall. I hook my legs around his waist, relishing the feel of his warm hands cupping my ass. He angles my body slightly, moves one hand to his erection, and then guides it inside me.
“Oh,” I gasp when he thrusts deep.