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The house loomed ahead, empty, quiet, and dark. It seemed so peaceful. Eleanor envied it. She wished she could swap the loud ringing in her head and the chaos in her mind for one quiet, peaceful night.
They walked up the front steps together, reached for the doorknob together, and then their fingers touched. That did it. She felt the dam shatter inside her. She saw the flood of passion wash away all her reason and common sense. She saw the lines blur and then disappear.
She looked up at Blake and saw the same thing. They were powerless. They had tried. They had tried as hard as they could, but they were not strong enough. Blake swooped down in one smooth motion and found Eleanor’s lips open to accept his as he kissed her.
Chapter 12 - Eleanor
Time stopped around Eleanor as Blake pressed his lips to hers. The first and only thought she had before her mind went blank was that they were as soft as she’d always imagined they would be.
She lost herself in Blake as he wrapped his arms around her. She had lost track of how long she’d wanted this, but it was long enough for it to feel like the most natural thing in the world.
Blake felt warm, safe. Strong. She fit perfectly into the curve of his immaculately toned body. His mouth tasted of whiskey and mint, and it gave her a heady sensation, like she’d been drinking for hours.
The force of the kiss drove the air out of her lungs and she felt like she was being crushed by a boulder. But she shouldn’t have been surprised. The weight of their restraint had been crushing them for weeks and now that they’d broken through the wall, there was nothing left to dam the passion that had built up inside them.
Blake pressed her against the door as his arms tightened like a wrench around her. She attacked him with the same hunger, her fingers running through the locks of his fine hair.
She eventually pulled away, using all the strength she could muster. Her lips burned when they broke off the kiss, and for several long seconds, they just stared at each other, breathing hard through their mouths.
Blake reached behind her and unlocked the front door. Eleanor shoved into the house with her back and he took her hand, following her slowly. He shut the door with his foot and gently pulled Eleanor closer.
He stared at her evenly, his breathing slow and even. He looked dangerous, in a good way. Eleanor thought his eyes had gotten darker, but she couldn’t be certain. She withered under the scrutiny. Her legs felt like jelly and she burned with quiet anticipation.
It was almost as if he was contemplating what to do next. They were currently in new territory and neither of them knew where this would go from here. She watched him silently.
Eleanor could understand his restraint, but she knew as well as he did that that ship had long sailed. She was only patiently waiting for him to arrive at the same conclusion by himself.
He kissed her again, this time much slower and more tender than the first time. Like Eleanor, his hesitation seemed to have disappeared, banished to the dark crevices of his mind.
They clattered blindly into objects as they made their way to the sitting room, lips locked the whole time. Blake’s hands moved relentlessly over her body, groping and grabbing wherever he could.
He reached behind her, unzipped her dress, and Eleanor shrugged out of it. Blake took off his shirt and added it to the small heap on the sitting room floor. With a deft movement of his fingers, her bra was gone too.
Her exposed nipples hardened instantly, and he drank in the sight of them. She remembered how he’d ogled her the first time he’d seen her naked. His eyes had the same raw hunger now.
He lifted his hands slowly, cupping her breasts. Eleanor shivered from the touch, goose flesh creeping all over her body. She bit her bottom lip as he flicked his thumbs upward, rubbing them slightly on her rock-hard nipples.
As smooth as a snake, his head shot forward and his mouth fastened on her right breast. Eleanor lost control of her legs and wobbled downward. Blake caught her, setting her down on the couch carefully and lying on top of her.
His wet mouth on her nipple drove her nuts and she let out a long moan. She ran her hand through his hair, torn between making him stop and letting him go further.
His expertise was obvious. He massaged her second breast gently with one hand, moving in practiced circular motions. Eleanor spread her legs, her toes curling as he suckled on her breast.
He moved closer and she felt something. Her hand groped around, her heart beating fast as she searched. The weight of his cock shocked and terrified her. She’d never felt one before, but she hadn’t thought it would feel thishuge.
Blake rolled his hips upward, giving her just enough room to undo the button of his jeans. She did so and unzipped them, and the heat that bathed her hand gave her a heady feeling. He wiggled out of his jeans, his mouth still fastened to her nipple.
She lost her mind once she had his cock in her hand. She shuddered as it throbbed inside her grip, pulsating like a beating heart. She felt something between her legs and let out a soft cry. Her lace panties were completely soaked through. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“That feels nice,” Blake said, whispering softly in her ear. His breath was hot and spicy against her neck, and his voice sounded far, far away.
What feels nice?Her brain wasn’t quite functioning as it should have at the moment. Everything was messy and muddy. And murky. She was about to ask him what he meant when he moaned. Confused, she glanced down and saw that she was jerking him off.
She flinched and let go, ashamed. He moaned again and opened his eyes. “Why did you stop?” His voice was soft, gentle. It made her feel better.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. He looked remorseful and she wished that he didn’t. There was nothing for him to feel remorseful about.
He got up and started tugging on his jeans. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…we should stop…I’m sorry…”
