“Oof,” he grunts, and I slide off him.
“Oh my God. I Winona’d it again.”
He sits up, grinning. “If by that you mean you passionately rushed into something without fear of the consequences, yes, you did, and what’s so bad about that?”
Wow. Way to turn it around. I smile at him. “When you put it that way, nothing at all.”
I scramble to my feet and he follows, his hands everywhere, tugging at my clothes. He pulls me along, and we make it to the bedroom before we’re all the way naked – just.
The room is cavernously big, but I’m only focused on the silver-framed four-poster bed, with its silky gray comforter and piles of silver, gray and black pillows.
“That thing is big enough to host a Roman orgy,” I marvel.
“Sorry, princess, I prefer to keep things more personal.” He nips my neck. “You’re more than enough for me.”
“I wasn’t suggesting that we– You are such a dick!” I burst out laughing as he nuzzles me, then bites my neck.
My bra is hanging off one arm and Blake is still wearing one sock and his tie. I tug the knot loose as he wraps his arms around me and falls backwards onto his bed, pulling me with him.
He takes the tie from my hands and tosses it onto the nightstand, then he unwraps his watch from around his wrist and places it on top of the curled silk. I understand what he’s saying – he’s going to take his time, do this slow and right – and excited anticipation coils happily in my belly.
He rolls me over onto my back and nibbles my throat again, making me shiver in his arms. He makes a small, low sound of masculine contentment, then moves lower to kiss my breasts, cupping them in his big palms and flicking his tongue over my nipples in a way that makes me gasp and writhe.
One hand leaves my breast and wanders lower, skimming down over my belly and slipping between my legs. I allow my thighs to part further as he gently strokes my folds, zeroing in on the sweet spot and teasing it with tiny circular strokes of his fingers. He grazes my nipple with his teeth, and it’s like a silver line of pleasure zings between my breast and my slick core. I run my fingers into his thick hair and arch against his hand, moaning. I so desperately want him inside me, thrusting into me.
But he’s not done teasing me yet, playing my body like an instrument. As he slides down my body, a whisper-faint rasp of stubble on his jaw brings my skin alive. He places his hands on my inner thighs, pressing my legs farther apart, and makes a little noise that’s almost a growl as he uses his thumbs to open me up to his gaze. I can’t even blush – all my blood has headed due south, every nerve ending alive for his touch.
When he kisses me there, I almost come right off the bed. I fist my hands in the coverlet and close my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation of his soft lips and quick, clever tongue teasing me so intimately. Somewhere far away I can hear helpless cries of want and need, and I realize they’re coming from me, but I have no control over my voice or my body as he takes me higher and higher. A throbbing, electric pulse of bliss galvanizes my spine and has me shouting his name over and over as he laps me with the flat of his tongue, drinking in every last spasm of my orgasm.
He’s breathing hard, his chest heaving, but he only pauses to roll on a condom before positioning his thick erection at my entrance and guiding himself inside me in one long thrust. His eyes drift closed, and he groans with a combination of satisfaction and need that sets me fluttering around him again. He moves inside me with a smooth, leashed grace, and I can see that it takes every ounce of his considerable self-control to take it slow.
I want it slow, like this – I want it to last forever. And I want it fast – I want to see his poise crumble and his perfect features contort into an expression of pleasure-pain as he drives wildly inside me, unable to stop. I want it rough, and tender, and silly. I want a risky quickie and a drawn-out night of lovemaking, and a giggly romp that leaves us breathless with laughter as well as passion. I want it any way I can get it.
So I let him know. I tell him with my body how badly I want him, wrapping my legs around his hips to urge him on, playing my fingers over his back, grabbing his shoulders as his thrusts become deeper and harder and his breath comes on a low, trembling moan.
That strain of helpless pleasure in his voice sparks something inside me, and I feel my orgasm start to build again. Quickly this time, overwhelming me with bliss like a blow, that seems to stop my breath in my throat, my heart in my chest. Seems to stop time.
I hang there in a frozen moment, my whole being flooded with pleasure as I hear his cry of release and he pushes hard inside me.
He collapses to one side, pulling me with him so I’m nestled against him, hearing his heart hammering wildly as he tries the catch his breath. He wraps his arm around me, and I melt against him, feeling warm and sleepy as I idly play my fingers over the pale stripe of skin on his wrist.
Not much time passes before I’m awakened by the heated white warmth of the sun beaming through the leaded glass windows. My head is fuzzy. I’m tangled in silky sheets, wrapped in Blake’s arms, aching sweetly with the afterglow of lovemaking. Nothing in the world could pry me from this bed.
And yet…there’s something…
Xena! I have to get home to Xena. Isabella worked an overnight and she’s going to be dead tired. I didn’t ask any of the Kitchen Krew to dogsit this morning because I didn’t think I’d need it. If I don’t get home soon she’ll eat the sofa. Hell’s bells, she’s probably already done that and is moving on to the kitchen chair. Yes, chair, singular.
Blake’s arms are wrapped around me. Reluctantly, I move to sit up. He tightens his arms around me.
“I have to go,” I groan, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
“Why?” he mumbles into my hair. “What’s the rush?”
“I have to go home to walk Xena.”
He utters a muffled curse into his pillow. “That’s why you shouldn’t have dogs.”
I shrug his arms off and sit up, and bury my face in my hands. Damn my middle school bookmark requirements!
No, no, that’s not fair. I knew what I wanted, then and now.
He heaves a sigh and sits up. “Sorry. You can have dogs. I’m tired, I’m just not thinking.” He trails his fingers down my back. “Stay for breakfast. That’s an order. I’m your boss, you have to obey me.”
That summons a giggle. “I’d love to stay around and role-play that fantasy, but seriously. Xena’s bladder will explode. All over my kitchen-living room-bedroom floor.” I slide out of bed.
Clothes. Where are my clothes? In the parlor.
“You’re going to talk about sex role-play and then leave me?” Blake flashes big sad puppy-dog eyes at me. “Fine. Whatever. Wait, come back!” he calls as I head to the door. “Henry might come in; he shows up without warning. He’s like a butler ninja. I’ll get your clothes for me.”
He pulls his boxer shorts on and hurries out. I admire the view as he leaves. I admire it again as he returns a minute later.
“So, about our sexy secretary fantasy…” he prods me as I quickly pull on my panties. “As you know, I have a very big…desk.”
The thought of him bending me over his desk nearly undoes me.