I smiled, leaning back against him. “Thank you for the random drive and impulsive trip,” I replied.
It reallywasthe little things.
Blake and I cleaned up the dust the cabin had collected from lack of use before we unloaded the car. We brought in the groceries, then our bags, which we dropped in the main bedroom. The other bedroom was filled with the tools and paint supplies his dad had been using for renovations.
He cooked steaks on the grill for dinner, and afterward, I was in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes.
As I rinsed off a plate, I felt his hands curl around my waist from behind me. “You don’t have to do that,” he murmured.
“I don’t mind.”
His head dipped, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Okay, well, you don’t have to do itright now,” he said. The heat coloring his voice made my heart race and sent a shiver down my spine as I sensed the desire beneath his words.
“Well, whatelseam I going to do?” I teased.
He let out a low chuckle as his hands slid around to the front of my jeans, his agile fingers popping the button before slowly lowering the zipper. “I can think of a few things we could get up to instead ofdishes.” His hand brushed the bare skin just above the lace waistband of my underwear.
“Like…?” I feigned innocence despite the way I arched back against him.
“We could have dessert. I’mstarving.”
“You just ate,” I replied playfully.
“I’m a growing boy.”
A laugh bubbled out of me as I dropped the plate into the soapy water in the sink and turned to face him.
Blake immediately leaned down and captured my lips in a slow, heated kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, curling against mine. I arched up on my tiptoes to loop my arms around his neck, and he lifted me into his arms, carrying me down the hall to the bedroom.
I could hear the tapping of Maverick’s paws trailing after us, and Blake didn’t even turn once we crossed the threshold. “Sorry, buddy. This definitely isn’t for your eyes,” he said, closing the door behind us.
I chuckled and felt him smile against my lips before we fell back onto the bed.
We wasted no time stripping one another from our clothes between soft chuckles and impatient kisses until we were both bare. He sat back on his haunches, his hands resting on my knees where they were pressed together. “Open for me, baby girl. Let me see you.”
I let my legs fall open for him, and he groaned at the sight of me—I knew I was glistening. He leaned forward, kissing me again before trailing his lips down my body, taking his sweet time, almost reverent in a sense, like he was savoring every second of it, mapping out and memorizing every inch of me.
When he settled between my legs, his gaze lifted to mine as his nose bumped my clit, and the heated look in his eyes turned almost feral as he inhaled my scent. “Keep your eyes on me,” he rasped, his lips ghosting my core. “I want you watching while I wreck this pretty little pussy with my tongue.”
God, his words. They got meevery time. Because theysurprisedme every time. I never would have thought Blake Pierson—the gentle giant, sweet and subdued—would have a filthy mouth. But Ilovedit.
I barely had time to react before I felt his tongue, my back arching as he took a long, slow lick. My eyes stayed on him like he said, and he kept his gaze on me to make sure, watching me fall apart as he licked and sucked. When his lips wrapped around my clit, my hips arched just as he pushed two fingers into me up to the knuckles.
“Blake!” I moaned, and he hummed against me in approval, sending vibrations rippling through my body.
He took his time working me, the slow pace of his tongue and fingers a delicious torture that made me writhe. I could feel that familiar pressure building in the base of my spine as my legs started to tremble. He knowingly doubled his efforts, pumping into me harder and faster as his tongue circled more firmly until I shattered, clenching around his fingers as I cried out in pleasure.
As I recovered, he sat up, licking his fingers clean before crawling over top of me again. He was a solid wall of hard muscle above me, and the sight made me ache for more. His lips found mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue before he slowly drew back and shifted his mouth to my ear.
“Turn over.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I shifted, turning onto my stomach, and I heard him groan just before I felt his large hands smooth over the globes of my ass. Blake was definitely an ass man. I felt the bed shift, then listened to the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper being torn open. A moment later, he gripped my hips, pulling them up and guiding me into position.
I felt the swollen tip of his cock against my entrance amoment later, and I couldn’t help but push back, earning a deep chuckle from him at my impatience. “Eager, are we?”
“Please, Blake,” I whimpered.
“Damn…I love hearing you beg for me like that. But you don’t have to beg, baby girl. I’ll give it to you.”
