Page 46 of Because of Blake
There it is.I don’t even hear the next words to come out of his mouth as the crushing defeat of rejection weighs me down. Here I thought I was being wooed by the sexiest neighbor I’ve ever seen, the first man I’ve been interested in since Charlie, and now he’s telling me he shouldn’t have kissed me? A heaviness settles in my body, like the couch cushions are sucking me down into oblivion.
“Then why did you?” I ask meekly, interrupting whatever Blake is saying, but not looking at him.
“What?”
I turn to him, my throat closing up as I steel myself for the heartbreak I’m about to receive. “If you shouldn’t have, then why did you kiss me?”
Blake’s eyes widen, then close tightly. “No, that’s not what I meant–”
“Then what did you mean?” I need answers, now.
“I meant, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.” Blake opens his eyes, a fire of need burning in his irises. “I should have kissed you like this.”
Suddenly, Blake’s hand is behind my head and his mouth is on mine. His lips press gently, parting my own so his tongue can find its way inside. The kiss lasts for several moments, taking me to the clouds, when he pulls away all too soon and presses his forehead to mine.
He closes his eyes, as do I, and he says, “That’show I should have kissed you.”
“Yes,” I whisper, “that would have been better.”
I hear Blake exhale, and I know he’s smiling.
“Blake?” I wait for him to acknowledge his name. “Kiss me again.”
He doesn’t waste a second. As his lips press against mine, and his scruffy beard grazes my skin, his hand keeps my head steady. His other hand snakes around my waist and he lowers me onto my back. He’s careful not to crush me with his weight, but I feel the need to be crushed. My arm raises, my hand grabs his shoulder, and I pull him over onto me.
His lips leave mine and trail down my jaw to my neck, then down across my collarbone. My head dips back and I’m lost in the moment. It’s been so long since I’ve been kissed like this, touched like this. The reality of how it feels is overwhelming, but more so is my desire to keep feeling it.
Blake pulls away, leaning on his arm so he can look me in the eye. I see traces of passion and longing, but also a reverence filling me with warmth. “Are you okay with this? We can stop if you want.”
I shake my head. “Kiss me again.”
Blake follows directions so well. His kiss ignites something in me I haven’t felt in a long time. It’s bringing up the craving to be touched in places I haven’t been touched in years. I still don’t know how far I’m willing to go, but I’m ready to find out. I run my hand down his back and around his waist, pinching the hem of his shirt and tugging gently.
He smiles against my lips and raises up to remove his shirt. Coming back to me, his warm chest presses against mine as his lips claim my own, and I am on fire at every single point of contact. His bare skin on me sends an electric shock through my body and I suddenly can’t touch him enough. My fingers trace every ridge of every muscle across his broad shoulders, down his back, up his ribs, and over his firm chest. Finally, when my hands stop, they’re on the button of his pants.
My breath hitches as I realize what I’m about to do.
With a brief break of the kiss he says, “Here, let me.” He sits up, undoes his pants and slides them off, leaving himself in his underwear.
Hm, he’s a boxer brief guy. And they’re straining to keep him contained.
Lifting me upright, he kisses me again, and runs his hand up my back to stop on the tie of my dress at the base of my neck. He pulls the fabric string, undoing the bow, and slides the dress down my torso, exposing my breasts.
I’m expecting him to pull away and take a look, but he doesn’t. His mouth never leaves mine. His hands, however, furiously explore my body.My body.Even though I work out almost every day, this thirty-five-year-old body has birthed and breastfed two babies. It’s not exactly in its prime anymore. Though I’m thankful it’s dark in the room, I still tense at the idea of Blake’s disappointment in seeing me naked, and I curl in on myself.
He must feel my tension because his hand runs down my side, stopping at my waist and squeezing gently. I relax. He wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t want to.I let the moment take me as my head dips back and Blake’s lips run down my neck and shoulders, but I giggle at his facial hair tickling me.
Stopping, he pulls back. “You okay?”
I nod, trying to stifle my laughter. “Your beard. It tickles.”
“I’ll shave it tomorrow.”
“No, don’t.” I reach my hand up to run my fingers through its short length. “I don’t mind being tickled.”
With a sensuous smirk, Blake resumes kissing my body, moving his head lower. His kisses trail my collarbone and come back to the middle of my chest before he moves even farther south to nestle between my breasts. With gentle kisses he moves across one, taking my hardened nipple in his mouth. A tiny gasp escapes my throat as his tongue swirls in a smooth, circular motion. His other hand leaves my back and cups my other breast, his fingers finding my nipple and mimicking his tongue.
When one hand leaves my breast, it slides down my side, his thumb hooking into my doubled over dress at my hip. He pulls slightly, as if testing the waters. I don’t object. Without letting his lips leave my breast, he somehow slips my dress from my hips to my ankles. I kick it to the floor without a second thought.