“Nottoogentle, I hope,” she whispered against my lips.
I smirked. “You’re trouble, baby girl.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but the words died on her lips, and a rush of air escaped her instead as I pushed into her. My eyes squeezed shut with a groan from how tight she felt wrapped around me, feeling her nails scrape against my shoulder blades as she moaned.
I kissed her again as I slowly pulled back, and she moaned against my lips as I rocked my hips forward and drove back in. Our bodies moved, her hips rolling to meet each thrust as I set a steady pace.
She shifted, pushing me onto my back to straddle me. For as tiny as she was in comparison—I was not a small guy by any means—the move caught me off guard, but the surprise quickly melted into pleasure when she started to ride me.
“That’s it,” I groaned as my hands gripped her hips and I bucked beneath her. “Take what you need from me.”
As I watched her work above me, my one hand shifted to press my thumb down, rubbing circles against her clit. “Blake!” Her moan mixed with a gasp as her body jerked above me.
Something about hearing my name falling from her lips in that breathy moan sent my mind into a frenzy.
I flipped her to her back again, my hand reaching up to pin her wrists above her head, my thrusts growing harder, deeper.Her moans rose louder, her breaths quickening as my heart slammed against my chest, feeling that coil tighten low in my gut.
And when she shattered, raking her nails down my back as she spasmed around my cock and shook beneath me, I slammed into her one final time, following her over the edge with a rumbled groan as my body went taut.
My mind, already fogged from the alcohol and lust, went entirely blank in the wake of the pleasure.
Chapter 7
The morning sunfiltering through the window pulled a small groan from me as I shifted from my side onto my back. I squinted, already feeling a faint headache pulsing behind my eyes. My head spun just slightly, and a shaky breath escaped as I forced my eyes open, blinking my unfocused surroundings into view before glancing to my left. A twinge of disappointment hit me at the sight of an empty bed.
Everything felt hazy as my gaze slowly wandered around the room. White walls held a few black-framed photos. Driftwood gray furniture filled the room, including what appeared to be an extremely organized vanity table. And something floral with a hint of vanilla lingered in the air.
The scent triggered my memory, and flashes of the night before broke through my haze. I may have been drunk, but not enough to forget those emerald green eyes, that smile, those lips, the sounds she made, the way her body felt above and beneath me.
I didn’t remember much of the after, however. I couldn’teven remember falling asleep. As the night before continued to replay in my head and I tried to piece together the foggy details, I realized that I had forgotten onekeypiece of information. I couldn’t remember if it was even given to me, to be honest.
The door opening broke me from my thoughts, and I glanced over to see her quietly stepping into the room. I slowly pushed myself up on my elbows, still naked beneath her sheets that covered my lower half.
“Morning,” I greeted, my voice gruff and raspy from sleep.
She looked at me and smiled softly. “Morning. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
I raked a hand through my hair before scrubbing it down my face, then looked at her again. Her long brown hair was tousled from sleep, her body covered by an oversized T-shirt.
God, she was beautiful.
“No,” I said, clearing my throat, embarrassment prickling through me. “You didn’t.” She sat at the end of the bed near my sheet-covered feet, and I stared at her long and hard, my frustration rising as I tried to recollect the missing piece of information, but I couldn’t. “Listen…I feel like such a cliché asshole right now, but…I don’t—I can’t recall your name…”
Her gaze held mine for a heartbeat before she rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”
I sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck. “I wish I were kidding.”
She chuckled. “You don’t have to keep playing that game, Blake.”
My brow pinched. “And what game would that be?”
Her smile faded as she stared at me, a slow realization dawning in her eyes. She let out a scoff, mixing it with a nervous, breathy chuckle. “I, um…I thought—I thought you were just messing around last night when you were acting like you didn’t know who I was…”
My brow furrowed as I shifted to lean on one side, anxiety creeping into my voice. “I, uh…I don’t know who you are.” It came out sounding more like a question rather than a statement. “I know I had some drinks last night, but I’m pretty sure I’d remember someone like you.”
“Blake Pierson.” Her voice held a note of scolding.
I looked at her—reallylooked at her. My gaze lingered on her eyes, their distinct shade of emerald green framed with long, dark lashes. Maybe it was the haze of last night still affecting me, the remnants of lust and alcohol, butnothingwas coming to mind.
