Page 15 of Blind Date With a Cop
“Made for each other,” I whisper, reaching down to wrap my hand around his thick shaft. “Let’s see if we fit together.”
His hiss fills the air, and with one powerful thrust, he pushes inside me. I cry out as he stretches me wide, my body molding to his.
My legs lock around his waist. My nails dig into his back as he drives into me, strong and relentless. His rhythm builds, and I’m lost—lost in his body, his scent—in everything Blake.
Every stroke steals my breath. Every thrust feels like destiny carving itself into my skin.
I cling to him as my world narrows to this man, this moment. Pleasure coils sharp and hot, building higher and higher until Ishatter with a cry, Blake following with a groan that vibrates into my bones.
We collapse together, shaking, spent, with his chest pressed to mine. His lips brush my hair as his breath slows.
And I know, with absolute certainty, that I have never belonged anywhere the way I belong with Blake.
Chapter Twelve
Blake
The morning sun slices through the blinds, painting stripes across Cassie’s bare shoulder where she lies tangled in the sheets. My whole damn world feels rearranged after last night. I thought I knew passion before, but nothing touches what I found in her arms.
She stirs, her lashes fluttering open, and the soft, drowsy smile she gives me hits me hard.
“Good morning,” she whispers, voice rough with sleep.
I roll onto my side to kiss her, “Morning, beautiful. Are you hungry?”
“Starved,” she sighs. “First, I need a shower.”
“Then you shall shower,” I jump out of bed, scoop her into my arms, and carry her into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” She giggles.
“Taking care of my girl,” I kiss the tip of her nose before setting her down on a fluffy bathmat.
“You’re spoiling me, and I like it,” she reaches behind the shower curtain, turning the water on. Then she crooks her finger my way as she steps into the tub. “Come on, Officer Donovan.”
We stand under the warm water, billows of steam rising around us. She presses my back to the tile, then sinks to her knees. Her hand wraps around my erection until it reaches the base. With slow, easy pressure, she glides her hand up and down the length of me until my knees are shaking. When she looks up at me and slowly drags her tongue across the swollen crown—I could die a happy man. She sucks the head into her mouth, teasing me with her slick tongue.
My hips flex, moans pour out of me as I brace my hands against the wall. She licks and sucks, swirling her tongue until I can’t take it anymore. I snatch her against my chest, “Legs around my waist, baby. This isn’t going to take long.”
She licks her way into my mouth as my hips fly like pistons. When Cassie moans into my mouth, I sink my fingers into her hips, gasping as I erupt in hot, wild pulses.
“That’s one hell of a way to start the morning,” I smile against her neck.
“Did you like it?” she whispers.
“Like it?” I set her down, tip her chin up, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth. “I loved it.”
“Good,” she tips her head under the water. “I’ll get better if you let me practice.”
“You can practice on me anytime you want,” I smile. “I’m all yours. And trust me, babe, you don’t need to practice. That was perfection.”
She gives me a wicked grin, “But practice makes perfect.” She slathers my chest with soap.
Grinning like fools, we wash each other.
By the time we wrap towels around ourselves, my stomach’s growling.
“I make a mean omelet,” She winks.
