Page 57 of No More Bad Boys
I grope at his backside, trying to pull him farther into me, harder, my need for him becoming a near frenzy.
Ripping his mouth from mine, Blake lowers it to my ear, panting and whispering words of praise and desire, telling me how good I feel to him, how crazy he is for me, how lucky he is to be inside me.
All the while his hand roams my body, caressing and gripping and touching me in the most intimate of ways.
And then he slides it under my hip, guiding my leg up until one calf rests on his back and the front of my body is pressed so tightly against his it’s like we’re sharing the same flesh.
Another stroke of slippery sensual hardness, and a feeling rolls over and through me that’s like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life.
He keeps moving, increasing his driving pace. I’m moving, too, like a wild thing, like I’ve never moved before. My hips buck, lifting him. He growls and drives even harder into me, a fierce smile spreading across his impassioned face.
Yes, yes baby, that’s it. That’s my sexy girl. You are going to fucking kill me.
I’ve never loved that particular word, but hearing it in this moment, in that erotic, raspy deep voice of his, sends me over the edge.
The sensation builds in sweetness and intensity, faster and faster, stronger and stronger, until I’m whipping my head back and forth and gasping for breath between sobs.
Come for me Cadence.
I obey. For the first time in my life I experience an orgasm. Andwowowowow.
Seconds after the delicious spasms envelope me, Blake’s entire body goes rock hard, freezing in mid-motion and then shuddering violently. He starts breathing in winded gasps, collapsing onto his elbows over me.
He lets his forehead drop to my collarbone and plants several soft kisses on my chest, his breath fanning over my still-sensitive skin.
“Oh my God. Am I still alive? I think I may have literally just died and gone to Heaven.”
My belly quivers in a bubbling, euphoric giggle. I wrap my arms around his head, pressing a kiss into the top of his silky, mussed hair. “You’re still here.”
He nods against my neck then lifts his head to gaze at my face with pleasure-dazed eyes. “Good. Because I want to do that again as soon as possible.”
Now I laugh out loud and nod vigorously. “You’d better. In fact, I’m going to need you to do thatseveralmore times tonight. Sleep isn’t an actual necessity, is it?”
Growling and pushing up to one elbow, Blake grasps my face and pulls it to his for a deep, intoxicating kiss that has me simmering again within minutes.
“Not at all. I may never sleep again if this is the alternative.”
Nowonderpeople get illogical over sex.
It. Is. Fucking. Amazing.
THIRTEEN
Something to Tell You
My phone rings at six a.m., startling me and Blake both.
I have no doubt who it is. I fell asleep without even thinking to text Kenley, and I’m sure she’s just arrived at our apartment to find it empty and my bed unslept-in.
She must think I’m in a downtown Atlanta dumpster somewhere.
I jump out of bed and grab my purse, digging the phone out.
“Hello?” I’m out of breath, my heart still pounding from the shock of being jerked awake from an incredible dream.
Then I glance back at the bed where Blake’s propped on one elbow, his long, lean body only partially covered by a sheet.
Maybe it wasn’t a dream.
