She fisted her hand in his hair, holding his mouth to her breast as he sucked and teased her nipple. “Yes. God, I need you. I love you, Blue. I’m so sorry.”
She yanked his head back, her eyes dark and lustful as she crashed her mouth to his in a possessive, angry kiss. He fought with the button on her jeans, and when it popped open, they both stilled.
“I want you more than I want to breathe,” he admitted in a heated growl. “Tell me no. Tell me you don’t want me, Lizzie, and I’ll step back.”
“I want you, Blue.” She answered so fast it took him a second to realize he hadn’t dreamed it.
He scooped her into his arms again, devouring her mouth as he carried her into the bedroom, telling himself he could do this. He could love her and make love to her and still give them both space to figure everything out.
The second her feet hit the floor, they tore at each other’s clothes, tasting and taking, their hands claiming every inch of bare flesh. He lifted her into his arms again and lowered her onto his throbbing erection.
“Aw, fuck, Lizzie. You feel so good.”
She pressed her hand to his cheek as he clutched her hips, and she stared into his eyes. “Love me, Blue. Move. Fast, hard, slow, soft. Just move. I need to feel you filling me up.”
Her pleasure was his mission as he lifted and lowered her to the reckless beat of his pelvic thrusts. Their mouths crashed together in a fury of need. Anger and desire swirled together, wrapping around them in prickly heat. She clung to his biceps, words streaming from her lips.
“Yes. God. So good…More…Ohmygod—”
Her inner muscles tightened around his eager erection, her climax gripping him, pulling him into its thunder. He came in fiery bursts of passion and greed. The room pulsed with the energy of their lovemaking. He held her so tightly he could practically feel blood coursing through her veins. He’d been a fool to think he could do this. There was no way in hell he could make love to Lizzie and keep his emotions in check. He was too deeply in love with her to walk away again. He had to make things right.
He stumbled back against the wall, his muscles spent and too overcome with emotion to speak. Blue rested his forehead between her breasts, and Lizzie pressed her lips to the top of his head. He felt Lizzie’s cheek rest on his head and her hands slide lazily to his shoulders as moonlight split the curtains, spilling reality into the room.
***
INSIDE LIZZIE’S HEAD a war was taking place, a battle between her undeniable love for Blue and her unwillingness to give up her convictions. She knew she shouldn’t have made love to him, knew it wouldn’t solve anything, but she’d needed to be in his arms again. And now, as his head tipped back against the wall and a sated smile graced his beautiful mouth, she didn’t regret it one bit.
“Lizzie,” he whispered. “I can’t stay away from you.”
Her entire body relaxed. She hadn’t lost him forever. Thank God. Did he know that everything he did and said had the power to slay or elate her? Did he realize that as badly as what he had said to her hurt it had also opened her eyes? Did he know she loved him more than she thought possible? That she couldn’t stay away from him, either? She should tell him all those things, but she didn’t want to talk, couldn’t afford to have another blowup about what she was doing with her life. She wanted—needed—to revel in their closeness for a while a longer.
“Can we pretend, for just five minutes, that this is our life? That this is where we are?” she pleaded.
His eyes closed, and she thought he was going to plunk her down on her feet and tell her she needed to grow up, but he tightened his arms around her, silently holding her and not asking for a damn thing.
“Let me draw you a bath,” he said sweetly.
A nagging reminder sounded off in the recesses of her mind. She needed to film her show tonight.
That could wait.
A bath sounded lovely.
Being with Blue was lovely.
I just want to pretend we’re okay for a little while longer.
Blue led her into the bathroom, where he lit the candles that she kept on the windowsill and filled the bath with heavenly smelling bubbles. He touched her shoulder as he moved from one task to the next, smiling lovingly, without seeming to care that he was naked, his skin still slick from their lovemaking. He helped her into the tub.
“Be careful. Your knee might sting.”
He was still so caring, despite how hurt and upset he was, and that touched her deeply. She knew Sky was right, that despite her convictions, the webcast was a lot for a guy to accept. She held on to his hand and sank beneath the bubbles. When he stepped away, she tightened her grip. “Please stay?”
He sat on the edge of the tub and reached for a washcloth.
“With me.” She shifted her eyes to the tub. “Please?” She scooted forward, and he stepped in behind her, placing a leg on either side of her as she settled her back against his chest.
She’d never felt anything as luxurious as being loved by Blue.