“Gotta be there in about an hour and a half to set up, get all warmed up—”
“Cool,” I say, not meaning it. “I’ll—”
“Do you wanna come with?”
I blink in surprise before I nod, grinning. “I’d love to.”
A matching grin sprawls lazily across Blake’s plush lips. “Good. Do you wanna hop in the shower first?”
“First?” I lace my fingers through his and pull us both to standing. “You should know I’m an environmentalist, Blake. Showering twice is a complete waste of water, don’t you agree?”
He nods wordlessly.
“So, it’s probably favourable to just shower together.”
“God,” he nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck, “I love that brain of yours.”
“We’re already running late, for god’s sakes just pick something, Calla.”
I make a face at the jumbled mess of my wardrobe, ignoring Blake’s call. It wasn’t until after I’d agreed to come and watch him play football, that I realized I couldn’t quite go in last night’s outfit, or something borrowed.
So, after a ratherpleasurableshower, I plead my case, and we jumped on the next tube to my apartment.
That was – I peer at the time displayed on my lockscreen – almost thirty minutes ago.
Oops.
Although, it’s not completely my fault. If Blake would stop looking at me like he wants to devour me whole, then I might be able to get things done quicker. I might get to ask him what one wears to watch a football match, instead of forgetting my question in favour of kissing him.
Huffing, I reach for a summer dress stuffed in the back and shout back, “We’re only late because you couldn’t keep your hands off me in the shower.”
“Youwe’re the one who wanted to shower together!”
I giggle and grin, stepping into the stretchy cotton dress and begin to shimmy it up my thighs. The usually dormant butterflies residing in my stomach take flight, flying up to the base of my throat until I feel breathless with a concoction of excitement, arousal and anticipation for what’s about to come.
“It’s called saving water, I—”
A large hand closes around the curve of my hip, startling me and ceasing the rest of my sentence from falling off my tongue.
“Easy, sunshine,” Blake mutters deeply into the shell of my ear, laying a kiss beneath my lobe.
I exhale raggedly, the sudden toothy bite of fear disappearing as fast as it arrived. “You scared the shit out of me.”
Blake hums low in his chest, the sound echoing against my bare back. “Mm.”
Spinning in his arms, I jab a finger into his sternum. “I thought I told you to stay in the kitchen.”
“You did,” he says, pressing his answer to my soft jawline. “But I thought you might need some help.”
“Help?” I raise a brow independently, although I feel it begin to fall flat when Blake opens his eyes and looks at me. God, I could stare at those green iris’ all day, cataloguing to memory the tiny flecks of brown and gold bursting from the centre like a supernova. “I wouldn’t call taking the clothesoffmy body, help.”
“That comes later, Calla. If you’re good, of course.”
Spluttering, I all but choke while a burst of heat thrums through my core, flooding my knickers with fresh desire. I’ve got a nerve seeing as how I’m still wet from the two orgasms Blake gave me all before noon.
The smirk on Blake’s mouth tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Anyway,” he thumbs back and forth across the lace banding my hip, creating a soothing effect that has my eyes heavy.
