His tongue probed my mouth, and I parted my lips, inviting him in. I gulped down every last drop of his breath, panting and clawing at his back. This was nothing like the sweet, timid kisses we’d shared before. This was fervent, carnal. Months of pent up emotion and longing bled from each stroke of our hungry tongues. My senses were overloaded, every one of them blanketed in Blake. His taste, his smell, his touch, the look in his eyes, the sound of his moans, and the feeling of them hitting the back of my throat. My heart exploded, opening up to scoop him inside.
His hands left my hair and dropped to my hips. He slid them over the mound of my ass, then yanked the hem of my shirt into his fists. I raised my arms and he broke the kiss just long enough to pull my shirt off the rest of the way, sending my curls cascading in waves over my breasts.
His eyes widened as he took me in. The erratic pulse in his neck was visible, and his chest looked like his lungs were struggling for oxygen. “So fucking perfect.” He stared at me with a deep longing. His thumbs traced the round peaks beneath the thin silk of my bra, spreading warmth throughout my body. This was the first time I’d felt desire and need when being touched like this, rather than disgust and filth.
I wanted his hands on me. Around me. In me. The feelings were foreign, but I invited them in, welcoming them. I closed my eyes and allowed the sensations to take over, feeling every stroke lick through my body. It felt so fucking good, and I longed to feel good for a change.
My eyes dropped to the moisture glistening on his lips. I reached out with three fingers and pressed them there, knowing it was my saliva covering his mouth. I wished it could stay there forever, my mark on him. Show the world he was taken.
Suddenly, a fresh wave of panic coursed through me, starting in my chest, quickening my pulse and spreading through my limbs like wildfire. I never wanted to be without him again. What if he couldn’t handle who I was? What I was? What if he got sick of all my baggage?
As if he could read my mind, he cradled my head in his hands, and his expression softened. “You’re stuck with me, ya know. I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have to beat me off with a stick.”
I huffed out a short, nervous chuckle. “Am I that easy to read?” I wanted to believe him, and I prayed that was the truth. I didn’t think my heart could handle any other outcome.
“C’mere.” He clasped my chin between two fingers and brought my mouth to his. He teased my bottom lip before pulling back to look in my eyes, his dimple peeking out slightly as a sexy, soft smile played on his lips. His hands came around to the back of my neck as he leaned into me, parting my lips with his tongue for another mind-numbing kiss. “Angel?” he breathed into my mouth.
“Yeah?” I answered, rubbing my lips back and forth along his.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
Without hesitation, I unfolded my legs from where they straddled his thighs and hooked them around his waist. His hands instinctively dropped lower to cradle my ass.
“Hold on,” he said through a devilishly sexy grin.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and let out a yelp as he stood and walked us toward the back of his apartment. I felt drunk on him, my body buzzing on a high.
The sound of his footsteps hushed as he crossed the threshold to his bedroom. He lowered me to the bed—my legs still hugged firm around his waist—and broke the kiss to look at me. His fingers toyed with the strap of my bra. “You okay with this?”
“More than okay.” I looked directly in his eyes.
“You’re sure?” He slipped his finger between my bra strap and my skin, and slid it slowly up and down, leaving trails of fire in its wake.
I took his face between both hands. “Blake, if you don’t touch me right now, I think I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
He laughed at my candidness and then looked down at me with dark, hooded eyes. “Then your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
He licked his lips and brought them toward me, but instead of my mouth, he dropped a kiss right below my ear. His warm breath on the sensitive area raised bumps along my flesh. I sucked in a sharp intake of air as his mouth trailed kisses down the curve of my neck and then along my collarbone.
He slid his hand up my ribcage and closed it around my breast as his mouth made its descent lower still. When he reached the edge of my bra, he ran his tongue along the strip of skin bordering the fabric. Closing his teeth around the silk, he tugged and slipped the strap off my shoulder. My breast now fully exposed to him, he circled my nipple with his tongue, still teasing the other one through my bra. With shallow breaths, I watched him lavish my body and yearned for him even more. Leaving a glistening trail, he dipped his head to the side and nipped a love bite into the hardened mound. My eyes closed as I let every sensation surround me. Blake reached under my back and unclasped my bra, freeing me completely. He tossed it to the floor and sucked the other waiting nipple into his mouth.
With a moan, I arched my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth. “I need to feel your skin on mine.”
My fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Raising off me, he crossed his arms at the bottom of the cotton and pulled his shirt up over his abs, pecks and finally, his head.