Page 14 of Blind Date With a Cop
Cassie
Blake winds his arms around me, holding me tight against his body. Percy Sledge croons about a man in love, and for the first time in my life, I feel what it’s like to be worshiped without a single word.
“I need to tell you something,” I whisper, because if I don’t, I’ll combust from all the things building inside me.
He leans down, his breath warm against my temple. “Anything.”
I tip my head back to look into his eyes. “I didn’t want to do the blind date. I thought no one could pick a man for me. I thought I was too young for you, that you were too old for me, but I was wrong.” I say in a rush. “But over these last three days, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. You gave me space when I needed it, you brought me flowers to brighten my day, and now this—” I glance at the turquoise napkins, the private table. “No one has ever made me feel so special.”
He strokes his thumb along my jaw, “You are so very special.”
I rise on my toes, brushing my lips softly over his. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, and he drinks from my mouth until heat licks up my spine, and my legs start to tremble.
I pull back, cup his face in both hands, and whisper, “I know exactly what I want for dessert.”
His eyes flare, dark and hot. “What do you want, baby?
“You,” I nip at his bottom lip. “My dessert is you.”
We barely make it through the front door. The second the lock clicks, Blake’s mouth is on mine, hot and claiming, kissing me like he’s been starving for me. My back hits the wall, his body pressed to mine, and I can taste champagne and him, addictive and intoxicating.
I tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin, and he groans into my mouth when I press against him. The sound sends me spiraling. He backs me toward the wall, his warm lips on my throat, my collarbone, murmuring things that make me ache even more.
“I want you so bad it hurts,” he growls against my throat, scraping me with the faint burn of stubble.
“I want you, too,” I breathe, yanking his shirt over his head, greedy for skin. My fingers trace the hard lines of muscle, and he shudders like he’s the one unraveling.
When he lifts me, I wrap around him instinctively, clinging, my pulse a drumbeat of need.
“Bedroom,” I gasp. “Now.”
He carries me like I weigh nothing, lays me on the bed, and slides his hand up my thigh. I moan with need as his fingers press against my core.
“My sweet, Cassie,” he groans, lowering his head to my breast, licking my nipple through the lace of my bra.
“Please,” I gasp, arching my back. “I need to be naked.”
He strips in a rush, dropping his clothes to the floor—my heart pounds at the sight of his perfectly sculpted body.
“Now you,” his husky voice sends goosebumps up my skin.
I sit up, pull my dress over my head, then unhook my bra, tossing it to the floor. I shimmy off my panties and lie back. Heat races through me when his eyes darken.
Blake slowly crawls up my body, teasing me with his touch until I’m trembling.
“You are beautiful,” he murmurs against my mouth, kissing me softly and deeply.
My fingers slide through his hair. I’ve never felt this good, this alive. Every kiss feels like it could burn me alive.
With the weight of his body deliciously pressed against mine, he whispers in my ear, “I don’t have a condom.”
“Neither do I.”
His gaze holds mine, dark and certain, “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in two years.”
“Me too,” I pant, still trembling with how much I need him. “It’s been five for me.”
“We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?” He chuckles.
