The sensation of his piercings gliding over my core creates the perfect friction, and it doesn’t take long before the familiar tingling spreads through me.
“Blake,” I cry, arching my back as I drag my fingers down his.
He grunts, burying his head in my neck as he increases his pace, his movements becoming jerky.
The force of my orgasm steals my breath as he tenses, his cock pulsing as it spills, his boxers catching his release. He collapses on top of me, his heartbeat racing against mine.
I wait for that sudden surge of panic at having his body weight pressing into me, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I feel a sense of comfort from it and from him, and I snuggle into his embrace rather than wanting to run from it.
When our breathing evens out, Blake kisses me gently, then lifts himself and glances at the mess he made with an amused expression.
“Well, that definitely hasn’t happened since I was a teenager.”
The quip is the perfect thing to lift the awkwardness from what we just did, and we both snort a laugh.
He kisses me again and says, “I’m not running away, but I do need to clean myself up.”
“You know where the bathroom is. But I don’t have any spare clothes for you.”
“Guess I’ll have to sleep naked,” he says with a wink that sets my stomach fluttering again.
“Guess so,” I breathe out.
He presses another kiss to my lips, then another, until I laugh and push him away. “Go. Get yourself cleaned up.”
I watch him leave before dropping my head back onto my pillow with a contented sigh. As much as I wanted to feel him inside me, I have to admit, what we did was just as hot.
The shower turns on in the bathroom, and I can’t fight my grin at the thought of him naked, using my body wash to clean all of that sculpted muscle.
Blake’s body is incredible, and the things he does to mine are indescribable, but that’s not what keeps drawing me back to him. There’s an intensity to him, but I get the feeling it’s because he’s been through something that’s left a mark. Maybe that’s why we connect. We both have things we’re running from. He doesn’t push, steering conversation away from dangerous topics, but I don’t think he’s doing it because he doesn’t care. I feel like he’s giving us both time to trust. He understands what it’s like to carry a past you don’t talk about for fear of making people uncomfortable.
His secrets don’t worry me. He’s a good person, whether he believes it or not. The way he saved Tinsley’s life during her anaphylaxis attack, showed up without question to help put together Tinsley’s bedroom, and looked after her when she skinned her knee are all proof of that. He’s so good with her, and it makes my heart swell. But none of that means he’s ready for an instant-family, and when he finds out how complicated our lives are with Edward… He’s only twenty-five.
I need to remind myself to have fun, but not get too attached. If he decides sneaking around with a single mum is too much, he can walk away with no hard feelings. I won’t make things awkward between him and Everett.
“You’re overthinking again.” His amused tone startles me from my thoughts, and I glance over at the door, where he’s leaning against the frame with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
I shoot him a wry smile. “You caught me.”
He crosses the room and drops onto the edge of my bed, his gaze locked on mine as he brushes my hair off my face.
“Everything okay?”
I nod.
His eyes flick to the space next to me before returning to mine. “Does the invitation to stay still stand?”
“Yes, please.”
“Even though I have nothing to sleep in?”
“You won’t hear me complaining.”
He chuckles. “Good to know.”
I slide under the covers, still naked, as he drops the towel and climbs into bed next to me. He holds his arm out, and I snuggle into him, enjoying the way he holds me tight.
I don’t know how long this is going to last, but I’m determined to enjoy it while it does.
