Maybe Tinsley could have a sleep-over at Everett’s tomorrow night. Spending time with her might ease his mind about whatever is going on with his father.
With the decision made to blow offwork today, I make myself a cup of chamomile tea and retrieve my Kindle from my bedroom. Making myself cosy on the couch, I lose myself in the world of a female vigilante vampire on a mission to rid the world of miserable humans. It’s a paranormal romcom with dark humour that’s perfect for my mood. As I read, I imagine all the things I’d like to do to Edward, including castrating him and stuffing his mouth with his own testicles. Sounds fun.
I’m so engrossed in my book that when a knock sounds at the front door, I jump. I check my phone and see it’s just after twelve—I still have three hours before I have to pick up Tinsley. Placing my Kindle on the coffee table, I scramble off the couch and race to the door, throwing it open.
The sight of Blake’s huge grin chases away the lead weight in my stomach from my conversation with Everett, and I drag him into the house, barely closing the door before my lips are crashing into his and I’m breathing in his citrusy scent.
His arms circle my waist, and he drags me flush against his body with a low hum that reverberates through me. He backs us towards the couch with skilled ease, and when his arse hits the cushions, I don’t hesitate to climb onto his lap and deepen the kiss.
“That’s some hello,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing a trail along my jaw.
All I can do is hum in response as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, nipping at the tender flesh then soothing it with his tongue.
“I missed you, pixie.” His hands settle on my hips, pausing the rocking motion. “As much as I would lovenothing more than to rip your clothes off and bury myself deep inside you—” My cheeks flush at the thought, “—we need to talk first.”
“Are you sure, striker?” I ask, nuzzling his nose with mine as my fingers slip under the hem of his T-shirt to run over his perfect abs. “Because I missed you, too, and something tells me we might not be in the mood afterwards.”
He groans, resting his forehead against mine. “I think you might be right.”
My lips tug into a smirk. “I’m always right.”
“Is that so?” He pokes me in the ribs, and I let out a squeak. “Here or the bedroom?”
“Bedroom,” I answer quickly, wrapping my arms around his neck when he stands and carries me down the hall. If this is the end, I need to feel him one last time.
I laugh when he tosses me onto the bed before kicking off his shoes and climbing on beside me.
He tucks my hair behind my ear, then leans in to kiss me, soft and sweet.
“What sorcery is this that I just can’t seem to get enough of you?” he asks, and my body heats.
“The feeling’s mutual,” I reply, pushing him onto his back to kiss him deeply, my tongue pressing past his lips to tangle with his.
I can’t get enough of this man. Every time he’s near, I lose my senses. He makes my heart race in a way I’ve never experienced before, and this is how I know he’s different. My body comes alive at his touch. I don’t shrink away in fear or trepidation.
My grin turns mischievouswhen I rake my fingers down his chest, and he shivers. When I reach the hem of his shirt, I push it up, revealing his impressive abs. He hums as I lean down and trail kisses over his feverish skin, his fingers gently pushing through my hair.
I lock my gaze on his as I unbutton his jeans, loving the lazy smirk playing on his lips. His hair falls haphazardly over his forehead, making him devastatingly handsome. Desire pools in my stomach, and I lick my lips as I pull his jeans and boxers down his legs, only far enough to free his adorned cock.
He mutters a curse as he traces my lips with his finger. “Are you going to take me here?” he rumbles, his voice thick with need.
I draw his finger into my warm mouth, sucking gently as I nod, and another curse falls from his lips.
His eyes never leave me as my free hand presses against his abs while the other grips the base of his cock. Keeping my gaze on his, I lower my head and lick the underside of his shaft, letting my tongue play with each barbell. He thickens in my hand as I reach the top, swirling his head and moaning at the salty taste of him while sucking him into my mouth.
Blake groans as I take him as far as I can, but he never tries to take control. I work the rest of him with my hand, building up a rhythm that draws low, gravelly pants from his lips. His taste is intoxicating, and I rub my thighs together, trying to quell the ache building between my legs.
“Fuck, pixie,” he gasps, gently pulling me off him. “I need to be inside you.”
He tugs me up his body, claiming my mouth, not caring that I taste like him. His hand slips between us, breachingmy leggings and sliding over my slick core. I arch into his touch, and he swallows my whimpers as he pushes a finger inside me.
My body trembles, that familiar spark of pleasure coiling in my stomach. I clench around him as he curls his finger, finding my G-spot.
“You ready for me, baby?” he pants, his breath warm against my lips.
“Please,” I beg.
“Condom?”
