Chapter Five
A long time later,I rolled on top of him, folded my hands on his chest, and rested my chin on top of them. "What time is it?"
Blake opened one eye and peered at me. "I'd have to go get my pants to find out and I can't feel my legs, so you're shit out of luck, sugar."
I laughed and pinched his nipple playfully. He didn't even flinch.
After I recovered from the first round, I'd informed Blake that it was my turn. I'd turned on the lamp and taken my time to touch, kiss, bite, and lick every part of him that caught my fancy. Which meant it had taken a very long time because there were lots of his parts I found interesting.
"I should probably get going anyway," I sighed, starting to shift off him. "I'm sure my parents are wondering where I am."
His arms tightened around me. "Nu-uh. You're staying right where you are."
"Blake-"
Suddenly, he rolled us so he pinned me down. He studied my face, lifting his hand to cup my cheek. "I'm not ready for you to go yet, Candela." He kissed me, but it lacked all the urgency and desperation of before. It was tender and gentle, almost loving. "Having you here, I" --he paused and cleared his throat-- "I forget. You're all I can think about, all I can feel. Stay with me a while longer."
I could sense that saying those words was difficult for him, so I nodded my agreement.
Blake sighed and turned over onto his back, tucking me close against his side. "Now, go to sleep. You're going to need your energy later."
Chuckling, I cuddled into him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Okay, but only for a little while. I do have to get back to my aunt's some time tonight."
Within minutes, I was asleep.
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The soundof a phone ringing pulled me out of sleep a few hours later. Groggy, I opened my eyes to see nothing but rumpled blankets and an empty bed. Sitting up, I looked around and saw the light glowing around the edge of the door across the room. Then I realized I could hear the shower running.
Thin morning light leaked through the blinds over the windows and I realized I'd ended up spending the night. Shit.
The phone stopped ringing and I rolled out of bed and dug through the pile of my clothes on the floor. A few moments later, I found my cell in the back pocket of my jeans.
Just as I picked it up, it started to ring again. It was my mother. Shit, shit, shit.
"Hello?" I answered softly.
"Where in the hell are you, Candela Rosamund Lewis?" she shrieked.
Yelping, I pulled the phone away from my ringing ear. "For the love of the Goddess, Mom, calm down."
"I've been worried sick all night!"
"Mom, I sent you a text and told you I probably wouldn't make it home until really late."
"I know that, Candela, but really late and staying out all night is not the same thing!" she yelled.
I sighed because I felt badly for worrying her, but I was irritated that she was scolding me as if I were a teenager. "I'm sorry I worried you, Mom. I planned be home before now or I would have called."
"Humph. Just you wait, Candela Lewis. Someday you'll have a daughter and she'll worry you sick," she retorted grumpily.
"Mom, I'm twenty-eight, not sixteen."
"Doesn't change how it makes me feel when I don't know if my baby is safe."
"Okay, okay. I'm coming home now," I sighed, shoving the phone between my ear and shoulder and scooping my pants off the floor. The tattered remnants of my panties were nowhere to be found, so I shimmied into my jeans without them.
"I'll see you in a while," she said before hanging up on me.
