Page 56 of No More Bad Boys
His tone is solemn and worshipful.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself up. You are absolutely gorgeous. My God. If I wasn’t positive that every man in Atlanta would be following you around, begging you to marry him, I’d say you should never put on clothes again. Of course, then I’d have to take them all out. And mass murder would land me on the network news for the wrong reason. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this—ever.”
Nearly shuddering with pleasure, I smile, my voice coming out in a winded whisper. “I only want to be with you. This is for your eyes only.”
“Damn straight,” he mutters.
Transferring both my wrists to one of his large hands, he holds my arms behind my back, forcing it to arch and my chest to lift toward him.
With this free hand, he cradles one of my breasts and leans in, closing his mouth over the tip. The wet heat of it is stunning, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
Swirling velvet strokes of his tongue send darts of heat to my core, making me writhe in his lap like I’m taking part in some kind of heathen ritual.
Groaning like he’s in pain, he moves his mouth to the other breast, leaving his hand in place on the first one, his fingertips teasing the sensitive nipple in rhythm with the erotic pattern his tongue is tracing on the opposite side.
It’s almost too much to bear.
I drive myself against him, compelled by the maddening throb that’s started between my legs. When I encounter the heavy length of his erection beneath his pants, I let out a hissing, perforated breath.
I want his clothing gone. Mine, too. I want to feel all of his skin against all of mine.
This is nothing like the few sexual experiences I’ve had before. I owe a big apology to the girls whose stories I doubted. Sexisa big deal. And we’ve only just gotten started.
Blake clamps an arm behind my back and spins us so I’m beneath him. He leaves the bed for an instant and rummages inside a nightstand drawer then strips off his pants with near violent speed, tearing the foil packet and rolling the condom on.
And then his hands come to my hips, to the final remaining strip of fabric left between us. With tormenting gentleness, he hooks a finger under each side of my panties and slides them down over my thighs, my knees, my calves, over my feet.
I lift my arms to him in an invitation—aching to feel the weight of his long, powerful body over me. But he doesn’t come to me right away, just stares down at my body with hot, glittering eyes.
“God, you are amazing. I may embarrass myself here. I want to come just from looking at you.”
His tone and the lustful words make me squirm. I’m going to explode if he doesn’t touch me soon. And I know exactly what he means. I’ve never been so aroused in my life. My entire body is trembling with anticipation and excitement.
Spreading my thighs, I whisper, “Come here.”
Blake sucks in a quick breath and leans over me, placing his palms on either side of my head as he lowers himself into position.
“Seriously—I don’t know how long I’m going to last. I haven’t been this turned on since… well, I’veneverbeen this turned on. If fourteen-year-old Blake Branham happens to make avery briefappearance here, please be assured that grown-up twenty-four year old Blake will make up for it immediately afterward, okay?”
I’m tempted to giggle, but I’m also pretty freaking desperate to get him inside me.
“Shut up,” I whisper, and lift my hips to his in an unmistakable demand.
When he enters me, there’s no doubt as to which Blake has shown up. He’s full grown and then some.
The first powerful thrust has me gasping in surprise—and physical rapture. I feel like I need to hang on to something.
The thick heat, the deep, sweet pleasure of having him inside me makes me wonder if I may beat him to it and end this blissful moment way too soon.
My hands slip around to his back where tough muscle moves hypnotically under satiny skin as Blake finds a rhythm and settles into it, working deeper and deeper into me.
His eyes are closed now, the thick lashes vibrating slightly against the flushed skin underneath. His breaths are hot and fast against my cheek. He is so beautiful I can hardly stand it.
All his muscles are taut. The tattoo on his chest stands out as it flexes again and again with his regular movements.Abundanceindeed.
Is there a Chinese symbol for “smitten?” Because I might need to get some ink of my own.
Blake’s eyes open and widen slightly when he sees me checking him out, and then his mouth drops to fasten on mine with voracious hunger, his tongue plunging into my mouth in counterpoint to the measured thrusting inside me.
