“I don’t think I can move,” I said with closed eyes.
“Ah, my plan to incapacitate you worked then? I knew I’d find a way to make sure you couldn’t run away from me again.” He kept tickling my neck with his nose. My whole body was super sensitive, and even that small gesture raised bumps along my skin.
“Mmm, I guess so. Very sneaky, Mr. Turner.”
“If you remember I was very upfront about it actually.” He drew light circles around my belly button. “I believe my words were, I’d wear you down, then I’d wear you out. I’m just making good on my promise.” He sucked one sensitive nipple into his mouth and released it with an audible pop.
I laughed and swung my body onto my side, sheltering my delicate parts. Hooking my leg over his waist, I stared into his beautiful eyes, loving the intimate playfulness I saw there. I secretly kicked myself for holding out for so long and missing out on all this, but I knew I wouldn’t have been ready. I was a different girl a couple of months ago.
I traced the outline of his brow with my index finger, then his cheekbone, and finally his lips, watching the path of my finger the whole time.
His features became serious, and I wondered what he was thinking. He closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath.
“I’m glad you were so persistent, Blake.” I leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips.
“So am I, Angel. So am I.”
I burrowed myself as close to him as I could. I couldn’t believe I was really here, wrapped up in his arms, and how good it felt. It felt like . . . home. Real home. What home’s supposed to be.
“So how about you?” I asked with a smirk.
He scooted his head back on the pillow, a question playing on his face. “What about me?”
“Well, I know I feel relieved, but you’ve got to be pretty, um . . .” I reached between us and cupped his bulge in my hand. “Frustrated.”
He laughed and pulled my hand away, tucking it into his chest. “Uh-uh. Professor Pleasure will have to be a good boy for tonight. Not till you’ve had your first real date.” He placed a kiss to the tip of my nose.
I pushed up on my elbow. “You’re serious?”
“Yes. I’m a gentleman. And maybe slightly old-fashioned,” he said with a wink.
“Wait a second, did you just call your . . . member, Professor Pleasure?” I scrunched up my face.
“Sure did. He’s an expert in his field.” The serious look on his face caused me to fall onto my side, laughing.
Wiping tears from my eyes, I propped myself up on my arm once the hysterics ceased. “You don’t see the irony in that? Professor Pleasure? PP? You named your pee-pee, PP!”
He gave a cool shrug, even though he tried to act offended I’d made fun of his happy member. Then a wicked smile hit his lips. “Hey, I could’ve called him King Cobra, but try to get a girl to come near that—pun intended. You wouldn’t put your mouth on a king cobra, would you? But who wouldn’t suck the fuck out of Professor Pleasure?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, his dimple plunged deep into his cheek.
“This is true.” I laughed whole-heartedly. “Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?”
He made a display of looking nervous while he looked left and right, and then pulled me closer to whisper in my ear. “Yes, I didn’t want you to find out, but I’m secretly a serial killer who stalks beautiful women and makes them swoon, only to have them disappear once they’re finally mine.”
I slapped him playfully. “Idiot.”
Blake rocked into my side. “So, what do you say?” He raised his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side like a nervous little boy. “Will you go on a date with me?”
“You’re asking? I thought I was yours now.” Resting my chin on his chest, I peered up at him.
A huge smile split his face. “Good answer. So Saturday then?”
“No good. I see my boyfriend on Saturdays.” I smirked.
“Well then, that works out perfectly, doesn’t it?” he said without a pause, enveloping me in a protective hold.
“Yes. Yes, it does.” I breathed him in and felt myself drifting off into a blissful rest.
“Stay just like that.” Blake leaped from the bed, and I heard his hurried steps scamper down the hall.
“I’m still naked. Where the hell do you think I’m going? And what’s the big idea? I was comfortable.” I pulled the cotton sheet up to my neck and burrowed deeper into the softness.
“Two seconds. Just don’t move!” he yelled, sounding as though he was frantically rummaging through things.
I heard his footfalls getting closer, and then he whisked through the doorway, muttering to himself, “Of all the times . . .” Camera propped in his hands, he knelt beside the bed and brought it to his eye, only to lower it slowly. “You moved,” he said through bowed lips.