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She shifted a little in her seat. He didn’t miss the movement and seared her with an intense glare. “Are you almost done?”
Skyla looked down at her plate. She’d only managed to eat half her mushroom omelet, but the only thing she was hungry for was the man sitting across from her. This was all so new to her. Sharing secret moments with a man, desiring a man more than food, more than air. Who was this woman currently possessing her? She still had to keep him at arm’s length to protect him from AJ, but just for today, she’d allow herself to have some fun. She’d already made it clear this wasn’t a date. Not that she’d ever slept with a guy outside of a serious relationship. Blake O’Connell was making her do all sorts of crazy things outside her general comfort level. But she couldn’t even complain because she was enjoying every single minute of it. “Done and ready,” she deadpanned, practically daring him to move.
Blake stood so fast; he nearly tipped the table. She balked for a second, then he threw a few twenties on the table, not bothering to wait for the check, but more than covering the bill and a generous tip. He grabbed her by the arm and nearly hauled her out of there. She did her best to suppress a grin, but inside, Skyla was beaming. This man wanted her. Craved her. It was heady. And insane. And the hottest thing ever.
He didn’t let go until they were in the elevator, and even then, his hand only moved from her arm to her core, where he growled at the heat between her legs, giving her serious fifty shades vibes. “You did that to me,” she praised with a sultry sigh, not wanting his fingers to leave that region now that they were there.
“And I’m going to do so much more.” He pressed her back against the wall, caging her in with his body. She’d never been more grateful to be alone with a man in an elevator. The heat coming off him was intoxicating as he lowered his mouth to her ear. “You’ll never want anyone else ever again.” It sounded like a threat, but felt more like a vow. They got off on her floor and nearly ran back to the room, cursing at the door when it wouldn’t open the first time Skyla swiped the damn key card. He grabbed it and swiped it himself. They both audibly sighed when the little green light flashed, and they pushed their way into the room.
The door closed hard from the weight of her back being slammed up against it. His hands squeezed her hips, his face a breath away from hers. “I noticed you don’t have any other tattoos. Most people I know have more than one.”
“One was all I wanted.”
Blake’s eyes locked with hers, his hand going to the side of her neck where his fingers brushed along the skin over her butterfly tattoo. “I like that. You’re not casual or frivolous with your body.” His fingers stroked down the column of her neck, then up to her chin. “You know exactly what you want.” His thumb grazed along her bottom lip and she felt the sensations all the way down between her legs. “Tell me you still want this.”
Did he seriously have to ask? “Your fingers were just in my soaked panties. What do you think?”
“I think we should get all these clothes out of our way,” he nearly growled.
“Strip.” That one word seemed to loosen something in him and he moved. Fast. So did she. Shirts. Pants. Undergarments. They all went flying in different directions. Skyla’s breaths quickened in anticipation. Blake was a beautiful man. She stopped and just stared at how his gorgeous muscles rippled with his every movement, creating a breathtaking view.
“Like what you see?” He asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, desire shining in his eyes.
Skyla licked her lips, wishing she was licking him. “Yes. Do you?”
Blake swallowed. Hard. “Now you’re just procrastinating.”
A smile tugged at her lips, but she refused to break eye contact with him. She would drown in those baby blues, if only she could just forget the world and her life. Escape all of it with this man who made her into someone she didn’t even recognize. With his gaze on her, she felt powerful. Sexy. Alive.
“Say it,” she demanded, dragging her fingertips over his jaw and down the side of his neck. She wasn’t fishing for compliments. She just wanted, no needed, to hear this man tell her that he craved her as much as she craved him. Because this was all wrong. She should be pushing him out the door. Begging him to stay away. But she couldn’t. Her traitorous body wouldn’t allow her to say the words. She needed him. Needed the way he made her feel when his gaze was on her. His touch. Those hands. Smooth and rough at the same time. The perfect amount of friction against her skin. Those eyes, scalding her like the prefect drops of a tropical rainstorm. Hot. Needy. Here.
His mouth pressed to the side of her neck, and moved up to her ear. His lips brushed over the butterfly tattoo before gently sucking on the earlobe. “I’ve wanted you for far longer than anyone should want someone they’re not supposed to want. But just like you, I’m powerless to stop this. My need for you - for whatever this is - is probably going to burn us alive.”
“Scorch me,” she said, her back arching into him, her body begging to get closer to the only thing that made her feel anything but pain and grief.
He captured her mouth with his, devouring her like she was his last meal, and he hadn’t eaten in weeks. His taste filled her mouth, the minty leathery, sweetness of everything that was Blake O’Connell. She was heady with all that he gave her, hardly able to do much more than give back as good as she got. Tongues. Hands. Moans. Their breaths grew ragged and loud.
“Where?” He groaned, keeping his lips pressed to hers as his eyes danced with excitement. “You’re in charge here.”
She threw her head back, giving him ample access to her neck. This man could take her anywhere, anyway he wanted, and she’d never complain. “Bathroom. In front of the mirror. I want to watch you take me.”
Blake practically growled with approval, and before she knew it, he was lifting her, his hands grasping her naked ass cheeks and carrying her into the bathroom. He deposited her on to the cold granite countertop and she squeaked when it met her skin. “I’ll give you the best view from every angle possible.” And she was ready to melt. Her pussy was leaking so much, she was sure she was leaving a puddle of her own juices. She smiled, spread her legs and lifted her hands high above her head. “Do your worst.”
Blake met her gaze, and carefully cupped her face in his hands. “No. Only my best for you, Skyla Madigan.”
He kissed her mouth, then trailed kisses and nips down her body, taking his time with her breasts. Delicious tingles covered her skin, sending tingles all the way to her core, and he hadn’t even touched her down there yet.
“Blake,” she moaned, needing more, needing everything. “Please.”
“You never have to beg me for anything. Not when we’re dressed. And definitely not when we’re naked.”
He pressed his face close to her core, deeply inhaling her scent, teasing her, touching her everywhere but there. She was about to come out of her skin when his tongue finally licked up and around her clit. Her hips nearly came off the counter, as her body ached to follow his mouth. “Oh, God!” She cried out, her body instantly trembling from the roaring orgasm already building deep inside her, barreling its way to the surface at record speeds. He went in for the assault, not stopping, not letting up. The teasing was over. This man was on a mission and he was about to - “Blake!” She called his name, her climax ringing everything out of her. Her eyes slammed shut as stars exploded behind her eyelids. Her hands fisted in his curls, pulling and yanking, until her limbs went weak.
He looked up at her, his face glistening with her juices. Her eyes danced with satisfaction.
“Did you say something? Because I’m not quite done yet.”
Before she could even form a coherent thought, his mouth dove back in between her legs. The heat of his breath tickled the already sensitive area. He lazily drew a finger around her clit, then pulled it back right before sinking it into her core, slow and steady. She let out a ragged breath. It felt so fucking good. And then the world exploded again as his mouth sealed around her clit, his teeth brushing against it. “Blake!” She screamed his name like it was a final prayer.
