Page 54 of Because of Blake
“Obviously not, if you think the object is to get the most strokes in.”
“I only did that because it wouldn’t be fair if we played by standard rules.”
“What wouldn’t be fair?”
He runs his hand up my arm to my chin, turning my head to face him. “I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on my game with you standing right there. Those long, sexy legs. The way your ass looks in those shorts.” His eye flick down to my chest. “And don’t even get me started on this shirt.”
I puff my chest out, pouting as I ask, “What’s wrong with my shirt?”
“Let’s just say, if you would’ve bent down to pick up your ball, it all would’ve been over for me.”
“A little cleavage would’ve riled you?”
Blake pulls me closer, and I feel him harden against my thigh. “I’m already riled.”
“This is a family establishment, sir,” I say, trailing my finger down his jaw.
“Then we’d better leave before I get in trouble.”
“Hold that thought.” I turn away from him and line up my shot, making sure to wiggle my hips a few times as I do. Blake groans behind me and I swing. Hole in one. My first one of the whole game.
I turn back to Blake with a smug smile on my face. “What was it you said about my shorts?”
With a growl, Blake stomps down the green to retrieve my ball. He comes back to me, grabbing my wrist and tugging me toward the exit.
“What about your turn? We’re not finished yet.”
“I’m about to finish,” Blake says, as he drops off our equipment and pulls me to the parking lot.
I giggle the whole way to his truck. I can’t believe something as small as my outfit is affecting him so greatly, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
When we reach his truck, I expect him to unlock it and open my door like he’s done every time we’ve gone somewhere, but he doesn’t. Instead, he whirls me around and pins me against the passenger door, crashing his mouth onto mine with a passion much too strong for public.
I give in, though. I can’t help it. Blake’s intense affection has me acting like a teenager all over again.
His tongue slides across my lips, begging for entrance. When I open my mouth, his tongue finds mine, swirling and dancing together. Our hands roam without restraint, mine gripping his taut shoulder muscles and digging my fingers in. As I wrap one leg around his waist, Blake presses his hips to mine and groans into my mouth. I tip up on my toes so his cock hits my wet apex, and I want nothing more than to grind against him. When his hand runs under my shirt to cup my breast, my nipple pebbles under his palm, and I slide my leg between his to rub my thigh against his erection, whispering his name.
Blake tenses and grunts. He stops kissing me, pulling away to press his forehead to mine. “Sorry.”
“For what?” I ask, breathlessly. “Stopping our make-out session? It’s probably for the best. Things were getting a bit intense for the minigolf parking lot.”
“Too intense.”
“Should we go home and finish what we started?” I take my bottom lip between my teeth and run my toes up his calf.
Blake presses his lips into a flat line. “I think I already did.”
My expression goes from sultry to surprised in one second. Did I make him come in his pants? All while fully clothed?I cup his cheek with my hand and raise his head to meet my gaze. His eyes hold a world of embarrassment, but I kiss him gently. “So, I win again?”
He laughs, his whole body shaking. “I think I won that one, but I’ll be sure to tie things up when we get home.” He plants one more kiss on my lips before unlocking the truck and letting me in.
The afternoon, and honestly, the last twenty-four hours couldn’t have been more perfect. As we pull into our neighborhood, Blake stops at the stop sign at the top of the hill, but doesn’t move for much longer than a standard pause.
“It’s not going to turn green,” I joke.
“I’m not waiting for it to turn green,” he says flatly, staring straight ahead.
“Then what are you waiting for?”