Page 70 of Hot Shot
“Now. We start now.”
His mouth claims mine for the first time in our lives and I’m drowning in so many sensations. Love and want and need and regret.
Why haven’t we ever done this?
He tastes like the wine from dinner, a touch of the chocolate and berry tart from dessert. Sweet and spicy with a touch of decadence and I can’t get enough.
I never want to stop, want to keep kissing him until neither of us can breathe or remember our names.
I’m not sure who moves first. Who grabs and pulls—pushes.
One minute we’re standing, the next we’re on the floor.
Urgency rushes through my veins and my fingers grip harder, my nails digging in to tear at fabric in my way. I want the barriers between us gone. Every last one of them.
We’ve broken down the emotional ones, all that’s left is to sort through the rubble and rebuild; now I want to rip away the physical ones. I want nothing and no one to stop us from coming together.
“Blake.” Bran growls my name into my mouth, his lips sliding over mine as he speaks. “I never fucked her.”
His words stop me. My eyes find his but I can’t decipher what he’s saying.
“I never had sex with Celeste. You know that. And this probably isn’t the time, but I need you to understand what you mean to me. Need you to know I’ve never done this with anyone else. Never wanted anyone but you. It’s why I was so confused about what happened, about the lies she told.”
“Wait. Wait. Wait. What are you saying?”
He swallows, his eyes searching mine, love and desire and concern rolling through their navy-blue depths.
“I’ve never had sex.”
Branton
Way to ruin the moment, kill the mood, dickhead.
If I wouldn’t look like more of an idiot, I’d slap myself upside the head.
“You…Never?” Blake’s eyes are locked on mine, confusion swirling in their silver depths. “But… Why?”
I can’t lie to her.Won’tlie to her. “It’s aways been you.”
“Branton, you’re twenty-six years old, have been married, have had puck bunnies throwing themselves at you since high school and you’re telling me you’ve never had sex with anyone?”
“No. I never wanted anyone but you. Thought my dick might be broken somehow but it all works just fine.” I rock my hips against hers to show her how well things are working.
“You’ve done nothing? Because I’ve got to say, you kiss like an expert.”
“Ah, well, I’ve kissed a couple of girls—women. Not many but a few.” I know my cheeks are red. I’m waving the virgin flag high over my head right now. “It never went far. My mind wanted to, thought I should, you know, but my body—my heart—had other ideas.”
“I don’t know what to say. This is…unbelievable. Extraordinary.”
“Is that a good extraordinary or bad?” If my lack of experience turns her off… “I might not have firsthand knowledge but I’m not clueless. I’ll make it good for you.”
“I don’t think you’re clueless or can’t make me feel good, I just… I’m shocked.” She wiggles under me. “And my ass is going numb.”
“Shit.” Jackknifing up, I jump to my feet and reach down to pull her up beside me. “Sorry. We kind of rushed that and I… Shit. I’ve killed the mood, haven’t I?”
“No. No. You did neither of those things. As I said, I’m shocked by your revelation. And in awe that you waited. For me.”
“I didn’t tell you to change anything between us, I just want you to know what you mean to me. What you’ve always meant to me.”
