“I told you, my life is complicated. After college I opened my flower shop, and that was really time-consuming. And lately…I’m just so busy all the time.”
“So no horrible breakups? No stalker ex-boyfriends?” He hadn’t heard about Lizzie dating since he’d known her, and he’d wondered why.
“No, thank goodness. I’ve been focused on other things.”
“It seems like it’s paid off. P-town Petals is the place for flowers in Provincetown. Maybe now it’s time to focus on you for a while. To focus on us.”
“I’d like that,” she whispered.
Blue lowered Lizzie to her back as he pressed his lips to hers.
“Do you have any idea what torture it is to work in your house? To smell your perfume as you walk by? To know that everything I build is going to have your hands on it?”
She inhaled a ragged breath.
“I want to be those cabinets and feel your hands on me every day.” He pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth. “I want to be the countertop that you trail your fingers on every time you walk by.” He kissed the delicate line of her jaw. “I want to make love to you on every surface, so every time you reach for a glass, or prepare a meal, you think of me. Of us. Of how good we feel together.”
“Oh, yes,” she whispered.
His mouth covered hers hungrily, and she succumbed to the forceful domination of his lips, meeting every stroke of his tongue with her own. He’d been reining in his desire since their very first kiss, and now, as she clutched at his back, pressing her body against him, he didn’t want to hold back anymore. He slipped a hand beneath her shirt, needing to feel the weight of her breast against his palm.
“You feel so good,” he said before kissing her again.
His lips trailed over her jaw to the hollow of her neck. She arched back, offering herself up to him as he lifted her shirt. His promise came rushing back and he stopped, breathing hard, needing her approval to take them further.
“Don’t stop,” she urged.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to.” He searched her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He pressed his lips to hers in another soul-searing kiss, need pulsing through his veins, hot and urgent. He wanted to go slowly, to pleasure her in every way, tease her and taunt her until she was begging for him, but his body had a mind of its own. And it was on a mission, moving south, pushing her shirt up and taking her bra with it, exposing her perfect breasts, which he had to taste. A moan of desire escaped his lungs as he lowered his mouth to her nipple and it pebbled against his tongue. He sucked it into his mouth, earning a gasp of pleasure from Lizzie as she pressed her hips and breasts to him again. Licking and tasting wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough. His hand slid down her stomach to her skirt. Before he could gather it in his hands, she pushed out of it. He tugged off his shirt and quickly shed his pants, moving over her naked skin, intoxicated by her scent and the feel of her fingers clutching at his back.
“You feel so good,” he rasped against her neck.
His hands slid over the dip of her waist as she pressed on the back of his hips. Her breasts crushed against his chest as she lifted her hips, and he gripped them tightly, pressing his hard length against her belly, wanting so badly to bury himself inside her, but there was so much more he wanted to do first, so much more pleasure he wanted to bring her. He took her in another hasty kiss.
“Blue, I need you,” she pleaded.
He smiled down at her. “Oh, you’ll get me, baby. You’ll get me.”
He blazed a path with his mouth over her breasts, down her stomach, to the damp curls between her legs. She clawed at the blanket as her knees fell open, welcoming him. Blue’s hands explored the expanse of her creamy thighs as he lowered his mouth to her. The first stroke of his tongue was heaven for both of them as she moaned her pleasure loud and tangled her hands in his hair. Hell, he loved the way she guided him, coaxing him on. His heart slammed against his chest as her sweetness melted over his tongue, and she gasped, then moaned again as he dragged his tongue over her, each time taking her a little deeper. The world careened out of focus, and pleasuring Lizzie took over as he devoured her slick flesh. He pushed his tongue inside her, expertly stroking over her swollen clit with his fingers. Her breathing came fast, and Blue opened his eyes, needing to see her as she came apart. The sight of her lying naked in the moonlight, her hair strewn across the blanket, so open to him, so trusting, spurred primal desires he had no hope of holding back.
He held her thighs down as he feasted on her, taking her quickly up to the edge as her hips fought to lift and her fingers dug into his scalp.