Page 72 of Because of Blake
“Maggie, why are we sitting out here in the dark?”
Do it, Maggie.I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb over the console into Blake’s lap. He sucks in a breath, but allows me space to straddle him. My butt hits the steering wheel, honking the horn, and I bury my burning face into Blake’s shoulder.
His deep laugh shakes both of us as he pushes the adjustment button on the side of the seat and the chair slides backward. “What are you doing?”
“I need to feel you,” I mumble into his collarbone.
“I’m here.” He nudges my head up and as I sit back to look him, the garage door opener light clicks off, but not before I glimpse those big, soft brown eyes. His hand cups my cheek, his thumb caressing my heated skin.
The embarrassment melts away at his touch and, suddenly, my body burns with desire. I put my lips to his and, soon, the kiss deepens and Blake’s hands are on me, running all over in a frenzy. It takes some adjusting, but our clothes come off and we “hump like rabbits” in the dark of Blake’s garage.
Chapter twenty-two
“Blake,I’msosorry.”My jaw quivers as I say the words.
He’s silent a for moment. All I hear is his breath. “Maggie, it’s okay. How could you have known Sydney would get sick? There’s always next weekend, right?” The hopefulness in his voice makes my heart sink even more.
I finally remember to set up a sleepover for Sydney and Dylan so Blake and I could have a kid-free night and, of course, Sydney comes home with a fever. She’s not dying, but she’s certainly not well enough to spend the night at someone’s house. “Depends on if she shares it with me and Dylan. I won’t know for a few days, so I’ll have to keep you on standby.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
I chuckle, but it’s stilted. “No. I would feel so bad if we made you sick. I don’t want to be the reason you miss work.”
“I’d suck it up and go in sick.”
“That’s even worse! You’d be miserable. Plus, it would take you even longer to get better because you wouldn’t be resting.” I sigh. “It’s just better if we keep our distance until I’m sure we aren’t contagious. I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to this.”
“Maggie,” I can almost picture the forgiveness on his face from the tone in his voice. “Of course I was looking forward to it, but I’m not blaming you for anything.”
“I know, but it’s been such a long time since we’ve had a night together.” It’s been weeks since our quickie in his garage, and while it did help ease the tension, it also gave me a taste of what I was missing. Now, all I can think about is Blake’s hot touch, his intoxicating smell, and his sweet lips on mine. It’s torturous having him so close, but unable to feel him. “It’s beyond frustrating. Sexually, that is.”
Blake laughs and it sounds like he’s choking on his lunch. “Well, we’ve done a few dinners at my house. We can do another one. Once Sydney is all better, of course.”
I purse my lips, drumming my fingers on my kitchen table.
“Maggie?”
“Hm? Oh, um, yeah. We could do that, I guess.”
“Don’t sound so excited about it.”
I groan. “Sorry. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love our dinners together...”
“But?”
“But I always want more. I want more time to talk, more time to cuddle, more time to… you know.” All this arm brushing, finger grazing, and skin caressing drives me crazy, both mentally and physically.
“Scream my name at the top of your lungs as I make you come.” The confidence in his voice has me clenching my thighs. I don’t just want to touch him, I want totouchhim.
No. Scratch that. Ineed totouch him. “Yes. But I also want to be with you. I’d like to fall asleep in your arms and wake up next to you.”
“Well, then we have to wait until you can coordinate a sleepover.” Blake is silent for a beat, but I can hear him licking his lips. “Or I can spend the night.”
My stomach drops. It was only a matter of time until it came up, though I was hoping it wouldn’t. Sure, not having our hot, passionate grope-fests is tearing me up inside, but sex while the kids are home is a no-go for me. Of course Charlie and I used to do it. It’s part of life with kids, but it was different with Charlie. He never made me scream the way Blake does.
There’s the stabbing guilt again.Sorry, Charlie.“I don’t know if that’s an option just yet.” The despondency in my voice drags me down.
“We don’t have to do anything, Maggie.”