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In answer, he pushed another finger in to join the first one, stretching her, caressing her from the inside. Oh God, she was about to come again. Not just come. Combust. And sure enough, another orgasm roared through her, drowning out all her senses until she couldn’t even feel her legs.
When she finally came down from her euphoric high, Blake’s tongue came out and licked over his lips, tasting the last of her on his mouth. “Had enough yet?” He asked, his eyes blazing with need, but it was the way his pants were tenting that had Skyla’s attention.
“Never.” Even if her body felt like a wet noodle, this was the best sex of her life, and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet.
He pulled her off the counter, spun her around in his arms and propped her hands on the counter, facing the mirror. Her skin was flushed. Her hair tousled and going in every direction.
“So, fucking beautiful.” He pushed her hair to one side, and she closed her eyes, wanting to sear this moment into her memory. She already knew it was going to be one of her favorite ones ever. Standing in front of the mirror, with Blake behind her, his broad, muscled chest pressed up against her back, she actually felt beautiful. And safe.
“Eyes open,” he demanded softly, his breath grazing over the side of her neck. “You wanted to see me take you, and I don’t want you to miss a single second of how much I’m going to enjoy this. But more importantly, I want to watch you enjoy it.”
Skyla sighed and leaned her head back against his shoulder. She opened her eyes. This man was giving her exactly what she asked for. All she had to do was take it. “I’m ready,” she said, her core already missing him. She arched her back, pressing her hips against him. The feel of his hard, long dick dug into her lower back and she moaned with need.
He pressed a kiss to her neck, lined himself up with her core and slowly, deliberately, pushed into her. Stretching her so deliciously that she couldn’t help but moan in the sheer pleasure of it.
“You with me?” He asked, his voice like velvet in her ears. She wanted to bottle it and replay it every time AJ threw her out of his truck. Or her dad borrowed more money knowing it was going to hurt her. “Skyla?” He asked, stilling deep inside her.
She shifted, taking him in even deeper. “Need you to move.”
And he did. Slow and steady, then faster, until he set a pace destined for maximum detonation. Her little muscles squeezed his dick and he groaned, thrusting deeply into her before pulling out almost to the tip, then thrusting back in. It felt good. Too good. She fought to keep her eyes open, her gaze locked on his in the mirror. His hands went to her breasts, her throat, her pussy. His fingers brushed against the sensitive nub. Hard. Harder. She trembled with a coming orgasm. “That’s it,” he coaxed. “Keep. Watching. Stay. With. Me. All. The. Way.” He accentuated each thrust with a word, by the last word she was falling apart, her muscles spasming, her knees quaking, her eyes rolling back into their sockets as a guttural scream tore from her throat.
Blake thrusted deep, once, twice, and quickly followed with his own orgasm, his hands gripping her to the point of bruising, but she didn’t care.
When his expression eased, he nuzzled the side of her neck. “Skyla.” Her name left his lips like a whispered prayer.
She didn’t have words. She simply rested her head back on his shoulder, watching in the mirror as he pressed a soft kiss to her hair. Then he carefully lifted her to him like a bride and carried her to the bed with so much gentleness it nearly made her chest ache. When was the last time anyone ever treated her so kindly, been so caring and sweet to her?
He deposited her on the bed, then climbed in and spooned her from behind, pulling her in close to him, her back to his front.
They were both still breathing a little hard, and Skyla didn’t want to move, but she also didn’t want this day to end yet. “I got the room until four,” she said.
“Good.” His fingers played with a strand of her hair and he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “That means we have time to work up an appetite for dinner.”
Skyla laughed, her body shaking with it, her inhibitions completely down. “Still not a date,” she insisted. Whatever she’d thought about whatever this was between them before today, was a joke. She could no sooner stay away from this man than she could stop breathing. And judging by his past and current actions, he wouldn’t stay away from her no matter how nicely she asked, or how much she threatened him.
He was a stubborn fool. A sexy, gorgeous, charming, insatiably delicious, stubborn fool who had somehow become a part of the very fabric of her being. But there was no way in hell she was ever going to tell him that.
“I would never try to date you,” Blake said, sarcasm dripping with every word.
She turned in his arms to face him, a smile on her face that she couldn’t seem to shake off. “Good,” she replied, layering on more sarcasm. “Because dating is overrated.”
Blake opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, raised himself on one elbow and captured her mouth for another brain-melting kiss. When he pulled back as breathless as she was, he asked, “How about out of this world sex, round three?”
Skyla stared at the gorgeous man above her. He was good to his very core, with a heart of gold. Had the perfect body. Muscles for days, abs she’d only ever seen male models sporting in print ads, a chiseled jawline that would make even the strongest of women weak in the knees, and blue eyes that looked at with so much desire, they could easily make her orgasm if she looked into them long enough. Yeah, she was more than ready for round three. “Bring it.”
And boy did he ever.
***
For the next two weeks, Skyla’s world was damn near perfect. She spent her days and evenings at Madigan’s, expanding the menu and ironing out all the details to add lunch hours. And her nights and mornings were filled with Blake O’Connell. She was surprised to find out that he wasn’t just talented in the bedroom. He made a mouthwatering omelet and his French toast skills weren’t too shabby either.
Even with their crazy schedules, their passion for each other hadn’t dwindled. If anything, it was growing exponentially stronger, and they were enjoying every delicious inch of each other every moment they had. The only cloud that lingered in the back of her mind was that one time in the hotel bathroom when they’d forgotten to use a condom. But it was just that one time, and it wasn’t even the right time for her to get pregnant. Blake promised he was clean and she assured him that she was too. Still, they made sure to use a condom every time since, and it all seemed to be fine.
One Tuesday morning Blake announced he’d taken the day off.
“Really?” Skyla asked, a suggestive flair to her tone. “Are you sure you can last all day?”
Blake barked out a laugh. “Actually, I was thinking we could do something fun today.”
