“Everything you do turns me on,” she said, breathless.
A devilish smile curved his lips seconds before his mouth found hers again. His hands moved beneath her bottom, his fingers spread her cheeks, and—Oh God—his wet finger teased her tightest hole. She arched up, willing him on. She’d never done this before, but with Blue, she wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to. She wanted to do everything with him. He teased and his hips thrust, and to her surprise she felt herself trying to maneuver her body so he’d slide his finger into her, but he kept up the incredibly sensuous torture, bringing her up, up, up to the verge of release.
“Blue,” she begged. “Please.”
“Please what?” He lifted one of her legs, trapping it between his arm and chest as he continued the exquisite torture down below.
She pulled him into a kiss, embarrassed by what she wanted. He kissed her so passionately that it sent shudders through her body, and she no longer just wanted that finger inside her bottom. She craved it. This was more, and she wanted it all.
“Take me there,” she said between kisses. “Be naughty with me. Let me be truly yours.”
He buried himself deep inside her and withdrew slowly over and over again, still not giving her what she wanted. But, oh my, did he know how to bring her pleasure. Her skin felt like it was on fire, her insides reached for him, and an orgasm teased at the periphery of her senses. She wiggled her bottom against his finger, wanting desperately to feel him inside her everywhere, to give herself over to him in every possible way. She couldn’t help but beg. “Please, Blue—”
He silenced her with his mouth and thrust his eager length in deep again as he slid his finger into her most intimate spot. Flames spread through her body, and she spiraled out of control, hips bucking, heart racing, and a million stars exploded behind her closed lids. Every part of her body pulsed with heat. Blue’s head fell to the crook of her neck as he panted through his own release, filling her with his love and claiming her heart.
Chapter Twenty-Five
AFTER MEETING WITH Lizzie’s supplier Saturday morning, Blue returned to Lizzie’s house and found her finishing up the edits for that evening’s webcast. Every time he saw her she was doing something for someone else. He didn’t know how she kept going each day with such a positive outlook, especially when her father was completely shunning her and she was maintaining two businesses.
Sunday greeted them with an uncommonly warm fall morning. Lizzie called her father, but he wouldn’t even come to the phone. Blue wanted to drive down to Brewster and give him a piece of his mind, but again, he knew Lizzie needed him there with her.
He spent a few hours finishing up the renovations in her kitchen and then called his brother Gage to confirm that he’d taken care of a gift for Cash and Siena and called Trish to touch base and make sure she wasn’t upset that he’d rushed off the phone the other night. She was so excited to hear about Lizzie coming to the wedding that she asked him a dozen questions, all of which he was happy to answer. After Trish gave him the third degree, he and Lizzie prepared to call Duke.
Lizzie fidgeted as they sat down together in the living room.
“The Food Channel Network returned my email—on a weekend, if you can believe that,” she said. “They asked if I was open to discussing acquisition offers, so I told them I’d be interested in hearing their ideas.”
“Wow, that’s incredible. I guess their execs really are interested in your show. The ball’s in their court, and it gives you time to get your ducks in a row, but only if you’re sure you want to do this.”
“If this works, I swear I’ll be the happiest person on earth. I have the best boyfriend in the world, and this would finally get me out from under the exhausting cycle my life has become.”
He heard relief in her voice but still needed to fully believe that she wasn’t considering selling the rights just for him.
As if she’d read his thoughts, she touched his hand and her lips curved up in a sincere, loving smile. “Blue, I want this. I want this with all my heart. As proud as I am for finding my way without any help, I’ve always been ashamed of doing the show, too. Like it’s my dirty little secret. I don’t want to worry that a customer might come into the flower shop and recognize me from the webcast. Or that I’ll take my kids to school one day and someone’s husband will recognize me. Or a teacher. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?”