I could easily become addicted to seeing her this way, knowing I was the cause.
I worked her through her release, pulling my mouth away before slowly slipping my fingers out of her. They dripped with her release, and I brought them to my mouth, licking them clean as I rose from where I’d been kneeling at the edge of the bed.
As she regained her breath, Haley’s eyes immediately dropped to the prominent outline of my dick in my boxers. I saw the way her eyes flared with need again, and my own was evident. I was fuckingachingto be inside of her.
Remembering from last time, I reached over to her nightstand and dipped my hand into the drawer, pulling out a foil wrapper. Taking it between my teeth, I slid my boxers off before tearing it open, watching her eyes darken as she unabashedly looked me up and down. She lookedravenous. I rolled on the condom in one smooth, efficient motion before coming over top of her between her legs, my eyes burning into hers.
When the head of my cock pressed against her entrance, I tensed. I was trying my damndest not to lose control, but everything about that moment—about her—was making it damn near impossible.
“Blake,” she whimpered in another plea, her nails already starting to curl into the skin of my back to brace herself.
I pushed in, burying myself with one rough stroke, and a moan of pure pleasure ripped from her throat as she stretched around me. My body went taut with a deep groan, and I droppedmy head forward with a shuddered breath as I stilled so we could both feel her adjust to every inch of me.
“Fucking hell, you feel perfect,” I hissed.
I pulled back slightly and slammed back in, and my controlsnapped.
My pace was merciless, each stroke deep and hard, watching the pleasure wash over her expression as her hips rolled to meet each of my thrusts, taking me even deeper.
One hand gripped her thigh, holding it against my waist, while the other slid up, grasping her jaw with a gentleness that was in complete contrast to the way I was fucking her. I found her lips again, swallowing every moan and whimper with a possessive kiss. My tongue licked her bottom lip before I took it between my teeth, tugging as I pulled away, and when I met her gaze again, her green eyes were filled with a raw need that made me shudder.
I shifted, rolling to my back, keeping myself buried inside her as I pulled her to straddle me. Ilovedthis fucking view, able to see every inch of her perfect body. And she didn’t even hesitate when she started moving, her head lolling back with a moan, grinding her pussy against me.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Grind on me, squeeze me…let me feel how much you’ve wanted my cock since that first night.”
My hands were splayed between her hips and her perfect ass. I gripped hard, lifting her just enough, then slamming her back down on my cock as I thrust up into her with a sharp snap of my hips, making her cry out.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Blake!”
Haley shattered, and I could feel every shudder ripple through her body as she clenched around me and cried out my name. The sensation of her spasming around me had mefollowing her over the edge, making every muscle in my body go rigid with pleasure as a groan tore from deep in my chest through gritted teeth.
She collapsed forward, her sweat-slick body flush against mine, our ragged heartbeats drumming together. My fingers slid through her hair, hearing her pant through whimpers as we both tried to catch our breaths.
After several moments, she lifted her head from my chest, shifting slightly—I was still inside of her, and the light movement made me moan, but she swallowed it with a kiss. Her tongue curled against mine, slow and deep, gentle yet firm, my fingers tightening in her hair.
When we broke for air, her nose brushed against mine. “Stay with me tonight,” she whispered against my lips.
I didn’t hesitate to nod. Because I didn’twantto leave.
And that’s when I knew for sure…I was in big fucking trouble.
Chapter 22
My body shifted slightlyas I inhaled a deep breath, and my senses were immediately filled with the faint scent of crisp mountain air and earthy undertones.
When my eyes fluttered open and squinted at the morning sun streaming through my window, my head was tucked under Blake’s chin, resting on his chest. His arm was wrapped around me, holding me steady above his heartbeat.
I moved again, careful not to wake him as I shifted to the crook of his arm, my heart full of quiet awe. Warmth seeped from his skin into mine as I tilted my head back, studying his peaceful, sleeping form—broad chest rising and falling, lips slightly parted, dark lashes sweeping his cheeks, wavy hair deliciously rumpled. My chest tightened.
God, he wasridiculouslyhandsome.
As I continued to stare at him, I shifted my leg to stretch, but my sore hips immediately protested. A flush crawled up my neck.Jesus. He did a damn number on me last night, but in the best way possible.
I bit my lip, heat rising in my chest as images flooded in. The wildness in his gaze, the way he’d fought and then surrendered to us after months of tension. Every frenzied kiss, every desirous shiver, every desperate touch, every heated sound replayed.
I didn’t know how Blake was going to feel when he woke up, but I hoped he wouldn’t feel awkward or wall himself off. Because what happenedwasn’ta mistake. It seemed almost inevitable. I didn’t regret it the first time, and Idefinitelydidn’t regret it now. And despite knowing we crossed a line that came with potential consequences, I didn’t want it to end here.
What I wanted out of it, I couldn’t say for sure. I just knew there wassomethinghere worth exploring.
