Page 53 of Risky Match
“Tickling your toes. I seem to remember you like that.”
“You do, huh?”
“I do,” he says, pulling me onto his lap.
“We can’t do this.”
“Why not? We’re alone. We’re adults. And I can’t stare at your plump red lips for another second without tasting them,” he says, placing his hand at the back of my head and pulling me in for a tender kiss.
Instead of pushing him away, I lean in, entranced by his musky scent and loving that he’s taking control. He’s finally showing me that he longs for me as much as I do for him.
Desire heats between my legs as Blake deepens the kiss, and we press our bodies against each other, seeking more. His kisses are even better than I remember. His soft lips are warm, and their pressure is firm and purposeful. And I feel his hard reaction to me.
There’s no longer any doubt. We want, no we need, each other. I should stop this, but it’s hard to fight the attraction.
When the kiss finally ends, we search each other’s eyes for answers.
“Blake, I—” Before I can finish, he presses the tip of a chocolate-covered strawberry against my lips.
“I bet you can take the whole thing,” he says with a teasing grin.
Damn. He’s trouble.
As I consume the fruit, chocolate sticks to my lips and juice runs down my chin. Blake kisses each spot and murmurs sounds of pleasure.
I arch my neck upward, hoping he’ll kiss the sensitive skin there.
He takes the hint, pushes my hair behind my ear to gain better access as he works his way from the front of my neck toward my ear.
“Oh my god, Blake. Your kisses make me want so much more.”
“I’m going to give you everything you want but be patient. That will make it better, love,” he says as he reaches between my legs, pushing aside the small triangle of my bikini. His finger explores as I wriggle on his lap, nudging him in the direction I want.
“You’re a needy little princess, aren’t you,” he teases.
“If you only knew,” I whisper in a breathy moment of truth.
I wouldn’t want to admit to Blake how long it’s been since someone brought me pleasure. I’ve been relying on my electronic assistant for too long.
He whispers in my ear, “Do you want to come now or with me inside you?”
“Do you have a condom? I’m not on birth control.”
“Not with me. Let’s go upstairs to my room.”
The click of the patio door opening brings me to my senses as Natalie calls out, “Is there room for all of us in the hot tub?”
I sink under the water to straighten my bathing suit and reemerge across from Blake, creating a respectable space between us.
Between the unfulfilled need for Blake and almost being caught, I’m shaking all over despite the heat of the water.
What the hell was I thinking?
As I’m composing myself, Blake covers for us. “There’s room.”
Leaning toward me he asks, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just a tad embarrassed.”
