ChapterFive
CHLOE
My heart thunders in my chest in time with the blood pulsing through other parts of my body, all of them with a mind of their own. I’ve certainly got no control over what's happening to me. That’s all down to Mother Nature.
On second thoughts, it’s all down to Blake.
As his lips move over mine, a logical part of me is asking what the hell is going on. A less logical part is telling it to shut the heck up and enjoy it, whatever it is. It’s also this primal part of me that stops Blake from pulling away when he tries.
If he really wants out, fine. If he’s pulling back because he thinks I’m not into it, then I’ve disabused him of that notion. I’ll soon find out if I’ve misread all those signals throughout the day.
But I can’t have. The air behind the sales counter was laced with electricity and arousal, at least on my part. I’d been damp from the moment he first scooted behind me and I’d been made aware he wasn’t as relaxed as he was making out.
I smile up at him shyly. “Are you sure we’ve got all the time in the world?”
For the first time in my life, I do something impulsive, something sinful, something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. I grab hold of the bottom of my t-shirt and lift it up and over the top of my head. Despite the temptation to toss it to one side like a vaudeville performer to hide my embarrassment, I simply let it drop to the floor.
“Oh, Chloe, you’ve read my mind.” This time, Blake’s smile isn’t cocky. Instead, it has a fragile quality to it, as though this is as new to him as it is to me.
Blake’s lips are once again on mine, and when I press my skin against his, our kiss deepens. There’ll be no going back from here. This is what I want, what I’ve always wanted.
His hands drop to caress my ass and I can’t help a squeak of alarm when he lifts me. I also can’t stop myself from wrapping my legs around his waist; bringing my core closer to him than I’ve ever dreamed.
I’m only vaguely aware we’re on the move, with an annoying part of my brain analyzing how easily he’s been able to lift me. This same annoying voice comes up with the logic that I can’t weigh much more than his vintage long board. Okay, so I might have indulged in a little cyberstalking to see what he was up to.
After telling my internal dialogue to shut up so I can enjoy myself, I focus on our kiss and where our bodies touch.
I’ve got to be dreaming. This can’t be real?
The relative cool of the polished boards of the workbench when Blake gently lowers me, tells me this is no dream, it’s all too real.
He takes a step back, his gaze dropping from my face, to roam across my bare skin as gently as any caress. “I’ve waited so long for this, Chloe, so long.”
Lost as I am in a carnal haze, it takes longer than it should for his words to register. “You have? I didn’t think you…” There isn’t a chance I’m putting into words my lack of confidence around men.
He slides his fingers under the straps of my bra and eases them down over my shoulders, before reaching around behind me to undo the clasp. He then kisses me deeply. So deeply that it’s only the cool of the stock room biting at my nipples that tells me my bra has gone.
They’re not cold for long, with Blake sucking first on one, and then the other. “You fit my mouth so perfectly. I wonder if…”
His unspoken thought leaves me with an aching need the likes of which I’ve only read about in books. Books I don’t officially check out of the library.
As wondrous as his mouth is on my breasts, I need so much more of him than this.
I need all of him, deep inside me.
Pulsing, plunging, completing me.
BLAKE
My balls must be the color of the sea, screaming for release; screaming for Chloe. Gone is any trace of the shy girl I’d encountered when I’d walked into the shop that morning.
That woman is gone, replaced by a tiger. And one who wants me as much as I want her. It’s a shame about the surroundings because whenever I’d fantasized about burying myself in her, this wasn’t what I’d pictured.
And yet I don’t seem to be able to slow myself down, and it doesn’t look as if Chloe wants me to hold back either. It wasn’t me who removed her t-shirt so she could press those gorgeous breasts of hers hard against my chest.
I lean into the kiss, my hands drop to grip her ass, delighting in how much of a handful she is. She’s as a real woman should be, not a bundle of ribs and muscles thanks to hours in the gym. So, she’s soft, so pliable, and all mine.
My tongue teases her lips wider still, and I slowly fill her mouth, in a poor imitation of what I’d really like to be doing.
