Page 61 of Trusting Blake
Blake takes his pick from between his lips and hovers his hand over the strings. “What do you guys think about ‘I Want Crazy’by Hunter Hayes? It’s fun, and it kind of makes me think of you.” His smoldering gaze is on me, and for the thousandth time this summer, my body temperature rises and my face burns.
“Barf,” Myles remarks, lying back down on the grass.
“Ilovethat song!” Savannah says. “Let’s hear it.”
Blake doesn’t wait. He breaks out into song in sync with the opening strum and under the evening sunset, I lean back on my hands and close my eyes, absorbing the mesmerizing sound of his voice. I could sit here forever, entranced, like I’m living in a dream. His voice is so gorgeous, it triggers goosebumps all over my skin, and my body tingles as the music moves through it.
He performs a few more songs for us, seeking our opinions on whether or not we think the crowd at Honky Tonk Central will appreciate them, and then the show is halted when the pizzas show up. And I would pick this over a tailgate party or a bonfire any day of the week – eating pizza on the warm grass while Bailey works his way around the four of us, pawing at our arms with glistening puppy eyes, but to no avail.
As the sun dips in the horizon and the night goes on, we shift ourselves from the grass into the cabin. Blake takes a break from rehearsing his covers to play a mean game of foosball against Myles, which results in a lot of swearing and yelling. Savannah tucks blankets around Bailey as he settles in his bed in the corner, then kisses him goodnight on his furry, golden forehead.
“Boop,” she says, tapping his nose. She makes her way over to the couch where I’m basking in the ambience of a late summer’s night in a cabin, then she lifts my legs out of the way so she can sit next to me. “I amsobloated from all that pizza. I feel like I’m going to throw up every time I take a breath.”
I laugh and throw my head back against the couch with a satisfied sigh. “This has been really fun. I never do stuff like this back home. Music, pizza, a cabin. . . It really does feel like summer.”
“Cheat!” Myles growls, punching the edge of the foosball table, startling Savannah and me. He raises his fist threateningly at Blake.
“You can’t accuse someone of cheating just because you have no skill in those flimsy hands of yours,” Blake taunts.
Myles smirks. “Cindy doesn’t have a problem with the skill level of my hands.”
“Yup, definitely gonna throw up,” Savannah mutters while holding her breath, then gags.
“Talking of Cindy,” Myles says, “she’s waiting for me to drop by, so Savannah, let’s get moving.”
I sit up and crane my neck to look at Myles, suddenly on high alert, snapped out of my relaxed stupor. “You guys aren’t staying over?”
“Not if Myles isn’t,” Savannah says as she gets up. “I don’t want to be a third wheel.”
So Savannah and Myles are leaving, which means I’m the only one spending the night. . . with Blake. Just the two of us, alone. My heart skips a beat and a flurry of nerves cascades through me, full of anticipation.
Blake appears behind the couch, gazing down at me with a smile. “Is that okay, Mila?”
“Yeah,” I say, feigning nonchalance, but glad of his consideration. My stomach is in knots, and it’s not from the pizza.
Blake leans over me and kisses my forehead, then takes my hands and pulls me up from the couch. With his arm slung over my shoulders, we escort Savannah and Myles out to the driveway, but they hop into the car and wave goodbye without dithering. Luckily, I remember to grab my bag from the backseat before they take off.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” Blake says with a flirty glint in his eyes as we stroll back to the cabin. He shuts the door behind us and flicks on the dim lights now that it’s starting to grow dark outside, and Bailey lifts his head from his bed to survey his surroundings before curling up and returning back to sleep.
“Just us two,” I murmur, sitting back down on my spot on the couch, which is still warm. My entire body feels tense and every single movement I make feels convoluted and unnatural. I’m overthinking this and I’m fully aware of it, but there’s this unspoken agreement swirling in the air between us, like we both know exactly what kind of thoughts are running through each of our heads.
Blake sinks down on the couch next to me and scoots closer so that our thighs touch. “Just us two,” he repeats, gaze twinkling, and his lips crash against mine.
It feels like I’ve waited all night, allweek, to kiss him.Reallykiss him. Our mouths are locked together, and his hands are on my neck, his thumbs skimming against my jawline, and I press my hand to his chest and grab hold of his T-shirt. I pull him up against me, then snake my hand down his spine to the hem of his shirt, tugging at the material.
Blake breaks the kiss to give in to my silent commands. He whips his T-shirt over his head and tosses it over the back of the couch, revealing his toned stomach and the V lines that disappear into the waistband of his boxers. Biting my lip, I lightly trace the contours of his abs with the tips of my fingers, but it must tickle, because he releases a breathy laugh and brings his mouth back to mine.
Our chests together, Blake pushes down on me, lowering me onto my back so that he’s on top, but I like how I feel like I’m the one in control as I wrap my legs around his hips and lock his body in place. I grab hold of his hair, weaving my hands into his hairline while he drags his lips along my jaw, down my neck. As I tilt my head back and close my eyes, I feel his hand slip under my shirt and brush over my stomach, the warmth of his fingers making me flinch as he skims over my naval piercing.
Blake tears his lips from my neck and his hand from beneath my clothes. He hovers over my body, his hands pressed flat to the couch on either side of my head, supporting his weight. It’s so sexy, that sweet, caring shine in his dark eyes. “We don’t have to,” he says.
“I want to,” I whisper. Reaching out for his hand, I guide it back under my shirt and to the edge of my jean shorts. Then, delicately, I grasp the silver chain dangling from his neck and pull him back down against me.
He trails kisses along my collarbone that send shock waves all through me, to the point where I’m trembling from the energy of it. It suddenly feels like it’s a hundred degrees in here, which is a perfect excuse to take my top off. Blake assists me, swiftly pulling my shirt over my head, and then he runs the tip of his index finger down the center of my chest and over the lace of my bra. I arch into him.
“Do you want to move inside to my room?” he asks.
I shake my head, my hands on his broad shoulders, and murmur, “No. Here is perfect.”
