My heart pounds as Blake’s eyes search my face.
Something between us snaps.
“Fuck it,” I curse.
We move at the same time. My arms wind around her waist as hers lock around my neck, and our lips meet in an explosion of heat. We battle each other for dominance of the kiss, our tongues dueling and teeth nipping, making the connection all the more intense.
Her hands shove into my hair, knocking my hat to the ground.
I want her. Ineedher.
My cock throbs in my pants, desperate for her touch.
Guiding Blake backward, I pick her up by her hips and set her down on the edge of the table. Blake swipes her hand backward, sending the photos and notes flying in every direction.
Blake spreads her knees, making space for me between her thighs, and I eagerly accept her invitation.
Her hands find their way to the buttons of my shirt and get to work. I help her efforts by removing my utility belt and setting it aside. When she finishes with the buttons, she pushes my shirt off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the ground.
I find the hem of her sweater, remove the knitted fabric, and toss it over my shoulder. I make quick work of her pants, panties, and bra.
I step back and drink her in. Her curves, her breasts, her smooth skin.
My mouth practically waters.
My eyes are drawn to a tiny bit of ink on the inside of her hip. “A butterfly?”
“I got it after I sold my first painting.”
Dropping to my knees, I work my lips up her thigh, kissing and nipping at her skin. When I reach her hip, I place a light, tender kiss on the butterfly, causing a contented sigh to slip from her lips.
Rising to my feet, I snag a chair, rolling it toward Blake. I plop down in the seat between her legs peer down at the juncture of her thighs. Her slit glistens with her arousal, and a moan works its way up my throat.
Blake’s hips lift as she leans back on her elbows. “Please, Walk.”
“From the moment I saw you at my crime scene, I’ve wanted this, Blake.”
I drape her right leg over my shoulder, kissing the inside of her knee.
Blake whimpers.
“I’m not going to rush it.”
Her hips lift again, and I place my hand on her stomach, holding her in place.
“I’m going to take my time, Baby Girl.”
My lips land a little higher on her inner thigh. She fights my hold, pushing against my hand.
“Stay still,” I command.
Blake lets out a frustrated grunt, and I smirk.
Drawing out the process, I return to her inner thigh, making my way north with my lips. When I get to her center, I blow out a breath, causing Blake to gasp.
“You may want to keep your cute little noises to yourself, Baby Girl. You never know who might hear them, and I’d hate to have to cut someone’s ears off because they heard you moan from my mouth on your pussy.”
Blake bites her lip.
