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Erika tried to draw in a breath, tried to steady herself. She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to rattle off her entire crappy romantic history to him, but once she started sharing, she couldn’t stop. Because no one knew her as well as Blake did. Not even her parents. Once she began filling in the missing pieces, it just felt right, opening that door, letting him see every single part of her.
She wasn’t sure where that confidence was coming from. If anything, sharing all her romance horror stories should have solidified just how shit she was at finding a man who would look at her, see the real her, and not let his gaze drift around immediately in search of someone else.
The thing was…when she’d come out of the bedroom earlier, when Blake had lifted his eyes, she’d felt seen. Truly seen.
But more than that, she’d felt wanted.
Sensible Erika should stop kissing Blake until they’d nailed down some answers. Like what he thought was going on here, what his intentions were. Like whether this was a one-time thing or a casual fling or…please God, more.
Unfortunately, Blake’s kiss was drawing out the less frequently seen Wild Erika, the one she kept under lock and key twenty-four-seven. That version of herself didn’t give two fucks about the whys behind this.
Maybe tomorrow she’d open her eyes and realize this was a mistake.
God, she was probably definitely going to do that. But she couldn’t find it in herself to give a damn. Blake was right. All that mattered was here and now.
His hands cupped her cheeks in a way that made her feel cherished and possessed all at the same time. Blake’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, the two of them sharing each other’s taste. Beer and pizza. Delicious.
“I could stand here and kiss you all night,” he murmured against her lips.
As good as all night sounded, Erika had gone way too long without a lover. Blake’s masturbation lesson had only whetted her desire for something more, something real. Using her toys on herself might scratch an itch, but it didn’t set every nerve ending in her body on fire, the way Blake was right now with a passionate kiss.
Finally, he pulled away, both of them drawing in some much-needed air. When he bent his head, clearly intent on continuing the kissing, she pulled away slightly.
His kisses were magic, but they weren’t enough. Not right now, when it felt as if someone had detonated a bomb in her body, her pussy, her nipples, and every other freaking erogenous zone ricocheting with desires that bordered on painful.
All she wanted was him.
Inside her.
Now.
Blake chuckled. “Demanding much?”
Erika frowned. Fuck. Had she said that out loud? Guess there was no point in playing shy or coy now.
“Blake. Please.” She was helpless to shield the neediness in her tone.
Blake tugged off his hoodie, the two of them naked from the waist up. While Erika had seen him shirtless countless times, she’d never been free to study him, to touch him, to taste. Bending forward, she placed a kiss just over his heart, then she drew her lips to the right, teasing the tight brown nub of his nipple with her tongue.
Blake’s chest was completely bare, and fuck if it didn’t look like it was chiseled in stone. He was a Greek god brought to life, sent down from Olympus.
He reached for the button on her jeans. Erika resisted the urge to rear back, her heart racing with arousal and the tiniest bit of nervousness. While she wanted to be here, that annoying, mean-spirited voice in the back of her head was telling her she was crazy to think she could keep up with someone like Blake in the bedroom.
Her sexual experiences were solely of the vanilla variety, leaving her with nothing more than a lifetime of missionary and doggie style under her belt.
The silence in the room was filled by the sound of Blake pulling down the zipper on her jeans. He tucked his large, calloused hands inside the denim, inside the lace of her panties, then he slowly pushed them down together. He followed, kneeling before her, lifting one foot and then the other to drag them off.
He remained there for a moment before rising again.
Her eyes met his.
Last night, when he’d dried her off and dressed her, he’d kept his gaze mostly locked on her face, playing the gentleman.
That guy was gone. Now that she was completely naked, Blake took a step back, his eyes traveling from head to toe then back again, stopping for longer glances of her tits and pussy.
“You’re so beautiful.”
