That blush creeps back in, her confidence waning. I grin at her shyness, wondering how she could ever doubt I want to worship every piece of her.
No problem. I plan to show her again and again until she learns.
Chapter 22
Alexis
A warm andfuzzy feeling courses through my veins as I feel the effect I have on Blake first-hand.
He’s rock hard underneath my touch, turned on beyond what I thought was humanly possible. And I thrive on it. I love seeing him like this, all hot and bothered and slightly possessive. All because of me. And that along with his confession?
Whatever walls I had left turned to ash.
I leave a trail of kisses down his throat, reducing the mountain of a man beneath me to a puddle. It doesn’t take long for me to lose what little self-control I have and gently bite his shoulder, a shiver passing through the lowest part of my belly as he twitches against me. Blake mutters obscenities under his breath and I look up, wondering if I’d done something wrong.
Blake merely grins. “Do it again.”
I happily comply. His fingers dig deep into my hips and I hope they leave a mark for me to look at and remember this moment. Because at this moment I am not the hockey captain’s sister or the boring sick girl who never wants to go out. I am so much more than that.
I am Alexis Noelle Moore, and I am enough.
Enough to be desired, to love. Enough to take up space on this earth and claim it as my own. Enough, just the way I am.
A low growl rips from Blake’s throat—guttural and needy. “If you keep this up we’re going to be in big trouble.”
“Promise?” I bite my lip for the sole reason of turning him on more. It works, too.
“Promise. Any more of this teasing and I’d have to haul your cute butt off this blanket and into that tent, and then I would have no choice but to make you pay for this torture by taking you nice and slow until you’re begging me to come.”
It’s another tease, but it’s so much more. It’s a veiled question ofare you sure?A quiettell me what you want.And that only makes me want him more.
“Sounds like ayouproblem.” I graze my teeth over his lower lip.
Blake grunts, and it’s filled with such lust I’ve never heard anything as beautiful. “You forget these tents aren’t soundproof. And when you come on my cock, Sunshine, you will be screaming my name loud enough for everyone to know you’re mine.”
“You’re right, that does sound problematic.” My voice is barely a whisper now, but I know he can hear every word when I say, “Let’s do it anyway.”
Blake doesn’t have to be told twice. He’s got us flipped in an instant, and within seconds I am hauled up into the air and cradled into his warm chest as he crosses the field in long strides. One word is all it would take for him to turn around, to carry me back to that blanket and the sweet nothings under the stars.
I stay far away from that word—I want every bit of him.
The moment my spine touches the air mattress in our tent I pull him down with me, unwilling to be apart for another second. He breaks away for only a moment, his hands pressinginto the mattress on either side of my head, those gorgeous blue eyes piercing mine with a gentleness that makes me swoon. “Are you sure about this, Alexis?”
“I want you, Blake. All of you. So take me like I’m one of the girls on your roster–make meyours.”
It’s what I said when he first touched me, when he told me my first positive time should be more special than a random afternoon fuck.It can’t get more special than this,I think.
I pull him down for another kiss, and this time he doesn’t pull away. We peel off our coats in a frenzied tangle of limbs and as he tosses his sweatshirt to the side I pull his shirt off after it, letting my fingers roam free over the sculpted planes of his chest.
Fine. Maybe my tongue too.
There might also be some bite marks.
Blake grabs a hold of my wrists and pins them gently above my head before pausing, raising his brow in silent question.Is that okay?
I nibble my lip as I nod, sticking out my chest to urge him on. He holds my wrists with one hand, the other creeping slowly under the hem of the oversized sweatshirt I stole from his closet, and his gaze darkens as he notices there is absolutely nothing underneath.
As if forgetting his plan of taking me slow, he pulls the sweatshirt over my head and onto the heap of discarded clothes before running those heavenly calloused fingers along my sides.
