Page 67 of Because of Blake
“Look at me. I’m thing number one.” As the words leave his lips, my eyes adjust and hone in on his features. His eyebrows are drawn together, the crease between them deep, and all the color is gone from his face, but he’s there. “Okay, now find four more.”
With a small nod, I let my gaze float away from him and I locate four other objects close to me. The next step is touch. I release the hem of my shorts clenched in my fist and slide my hand into Blake’s. After a gentle squeeze, I use my other hand to find three more physical things I can touch. As I move through the rest of the steps, I use Blake to start them off. His ragged breath is the first thing I hear. The delicious scent of his sage and juniper cologne hits my nose before anything else.
My heart rate slows to a normal pace. The trembling in my hands subsides. There’s still tension in my shoulders, but I have one last step; taste. I throw my hands around Blake’s neck and pull his lips to mine. Our kiss deepens, his divine tongue finding mine, and his arms wrapping around me for a rich embrace.
When he pulls away, our chests heave. He puts his forehead to mine, but I lower my eyelids. He whispers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay. Not your fault.”
“Are you alright?” His voice is low, comforting and smooth.
I nod.
“Do you want some water or something?”
I gingerly shake my head and open my eyes, locking them on Blake’s shining brown irises. “I want you.”
“Right now? Really?”
“More than ever.”
Blake stands, tosses his chef’s hat across the room, and sweeps me into his arms. As we ascend the stairs, I cling to him, my heart racing with the anticipation of feeling him again. I need him. More than just sexually. Sure, the last two weeks were hard, and hopefully,he’llbe hard on me tonight, but after what just happened, I need to feel him with me.
As soon as we get in his room, Blake shuts the door and pushes me against it, his mouth on mine within seconds. One hand twists into my hair as the other slides up my shirt, cupping my breast. His fingers slip inside my bra and roll my nipple between them. I’m already soaking my panties.
I lift one leg and wrap it around his waist. Both his hands come down under my thighs to pick me up before carrying me to his bed and gently setting me down. As he stands, he removes my shirt and tosses it aside. Climbing over me, he reclaims my mouth, and presses his hips into mine. He’s hard against my thigh and it sends a wave of lust through me.
I’m suddenly pawing at the apron like a maniac, needing skin to skin contact. As I untie it, he tears it off and plants kisses along my jaw and down my neck, making a beeline for my breasts. My bra comes off and one nipple is sucked into his mouth. I drop my head back, arching my body as Blake undoes my shorts and slides my panties off with them.
His hand comes up my leg and finds it way between my thighs. When his fingers run along me, he lets out a low groan. “Damn, I’ve missed you,” he says with my nipple still in his mouth.
“I’ve missed you too, can’t you tell?” I joke, though it comes out in broken whispers.
His mouth makes its way back to mine and our tongues dance for several moments while his fingers move inside me. I’m moaning and groaning so much, I sound like a damn cow. Hopefully, it doesn’t turn Blake off.
His mouth leaves mine and settles on my ear. With gravel in his tone, he says, “Maggie, I’m still hungry.”My bliss is broken as I realize my panic attack interrupted our meal. That will certainly be a conversation worth having, but not right now. “Oh, do you want to go back downstairs?”
With his fingers still inside me, he takes my earlobe between his teeth. “No. I’m hungry for you.”
He pulls back and locks eyes with me. There’s a question in them, but I don’t know exactly what it is. I can tell he wants permission for something, but my brain is such a jumbled mess of sexual frustration, I can’t even begin to imagine what he wants. Honestly, he could do whatever he wants to me right now and I’d go along with it.
With a smile, he starts placing kisses on me. My cheek, my jaw, down my neck to my shoulder, moving over my breasts gently kissing both nipples, then to my stomach. Lingering in my belly button a moment, he continues moving south until he’s kissing the crease of my inner thigh.
“Oh,” I say, finally understanding what he meant by being hungry.
His breath is warm on my skin as he chuckles and parts my thighs. His fingers don’t leave me as his tongue descends to meet them. The swirling of his tongue on my clit, coupled with the pulsing of his fingers is enough to turn me into a puddle.
My entire body tenses as my back arches and my head dips back. I can’t manage words, just clicks and moans. The pressure builds in my belly steadily as my fists grip the bed sheet.
Blake’s other hand slides up my side and his fingers twiddle my nipple between them. It’s all over. My thighs clench against Blake’s head as I’m set on fire with release, screaming his name.
His tongue and fingers speed up momentarily, then slow to a steady rhythm. Blake lays kisses on me all the way back to my face. Putting a hand behind my head, he pulls it up to meet his gaze. There’s soft satisfaction in it, but I also see a hint of desire. He’s not done yet.
“More?” he asks.
I slide my hand down and take his erection in my palm, pumping him a few times. “Yes. I want my dessert now.”
Chapter twenty-one