“Whatever you say,” I groaned. “I’m yours.”
I slid my jeans off slowly. I wanted to do everything slow, to give her time to change her mind but also to make sure she knew without a shadow of a doubt what she’d be saying no to.
She sighed loudly. “I’m disappointed.”
“What?” I had to fight to keep myself from yelling. When had a girl ever said that to me?
She gave me a teasing smile. “I thought for sure you wore an old-school Speedo.”
“That’s it.” I grabbed her by the ass and tossed her over my shoulder, marching her over to the bed. “Teasing time’s over . . . at least for you.”
I flopped her onto her back and crawled up her body, my erection painful, my vision blurring from want.
Blake licked her lips.
“Do that again,” I instructed.
“What?”
“Lick your lips. While I lick you.” I winked and lowered my line of sight so she’d get the idea of exactly where I was going to lick her. “Trust me.”
I could still make out the blush on her cheeks in the dark. Damn, I wanted her response to always be one of wide-eyed innocence.
“What do you mean when you—?”
I ignored her embarrassed protests. They died across my lips as I worked her into a heated frenzy that had her reaching for my hair and tugging it so hard that I growled. My mouth trailed up and down her neck, then lower, and finally, I got the first taste of her—the first real taste. Her hips bucked.
“What are you doing?”
“I should think that would be obvious.” I pressed my hands against her hips to keep her from somehow giving me a black eye. “I’m making love to you—with my mouth.”
Another moan from Blake as her body writhed, and then her hands were tugging against my head so hard I started chuckle against her, which of course made her moan louder.
“Of course you’d be demanding in bed,” I muttered after she floated off into orgasmland. I moved up the bed and eyed her with amusement. “Are you still saying yes?”
“What was that?” Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen. God, I could just devour her—in fact, I was planning on doing that very thing as soon as she was ready.
“Oh, that?” I winked, then kissed her sensuously across the mouth, still tasting her, not wanting the taste to go away, afraid that after tonight it would. “That was round one.”
“How many rounds are there?” Her eyes were hopeful.
“For you?” I pulled back. “As many as you can handle. And then . . . more.”
“Ian?”
“What?”
“I want to make you feel that way.”
“You do.” And that was the truth. I was nursing an erection, a.k.a. blue balls of steel, and she did make me feel that way, just by allowing me to pleasure her, to bring her to the brink of madness.
Blake leaned up on her elbows, then reached for me. “I want you to feel that way . . . right now.”
“Blake . . .” I wanted sex. I always wanted sex. From her? I wanted endless hours of sex. But . . . somewhere along the way, I’d completely fallen for more than just the promise of filling her tight body. I wanted more. I craved something beyond the physical, and it was scaring the shit out of me.
Because she should say no to me. I didn’t deserve her. Maybe that was it—I knew I didn’t deserve her.
“Now.” She tugged me against her, and my body bucked in response. I nearly impaled her by accident, something that had never happened to me before.
I settled between her thighs, every part of me throbbing, aching.
“Blake . . .”
She was grabbing for me, touching me everywhere, driving me insane as she kissed along my neck.
I hovered over her, positioning myself, alternating between wanting to fill her to the hilt, and wanting to back off and lock her in the bathroom. “You have to be sure.”
“Please.” She bit down on my lip. “It’s you, I want you.” Her hands tugged my hair as she pulled my head down, capturing my lips between hers. Damn, she was a fast learner, considering she hadn’t been able to kiss a few weeks ago. “Ian . . .”
“I hate David,” I admitted. Why the hell was I saying his name in bed?
“Okay.” She kissed me again and again and again.
I lost myself in her kisses.
I allowed it.
Our mouths fused together as I bruised her lips over and over. The sensation of her nails running up and down my back was the purest ecstasy. I reached between our bodies, pressing my palm against her core.
Blake let out a little moan.
I jerked back and looked into her eyes. “Rule number nine.”
Hazily, she stared back at me. “I thought you said rules in bed prevented orgasms?”
“Rules,” I said, my voice husky as I racked my brain for a way to ask her about condoms. I’d never been in a situation like this before, and it’s not like I was still in high school and had my very first condom purchase just hanging out in my wallet.
Blake was so wet, ready for me.