“I’ve never been with a man before, Blake.”
He studied me, and a gentle smile softened his regular-featured face, except for a slight bump on the bridge of his nose, which made him even more beautiful.
“We can take this slowly. I do understand.” His hand rested on the curve of my waist, tantalizingly close to my breast. “Let’s have a G&T somewhere quiet, shall we?”
I could barely walk, which had little to do with the two glasses of wine I’d already consumed. “So, does that mean I’m not going back to your house?”
He stopped walking and looked at me. “Would you like to come back to my house?”
“Yes,” I replied, falling into his gaze again.
Blake led me to the sleek black limousine, and opening the door for me, he helped me in. Chivalry had a sudden glamorous appeal, especially in the hands of a sexy man.
* * *
BLAKE FITTED HIS STUNNING environment perfectly. Now that he’d removed his blazer, I drank in his strong physique.
But why doesn’t he sleep with women?
I looked at him in the hope of understanding him. But instead, his mesmerizing eyes distracted me.
My heart pumped madly as he lowered himself close and took my hand. The electricity from his touch rushed through me. I brushed my mouth with my tongue and fell into his arms. His mouth touched mine, and as our hot moist mouths fused, a spark ignited and grew into a blaze.
His hand slid over my blouse. Aching for his fingers, my nipples tightened. I’d never felt this kind of burning desire before. My body was on fire.
As his fingers stroked my cleavage along the ridge of my bra, his moan vibrated down my throat. Our lips seemed unable to stay apart for long.
“I’m burning for you,” he rasped.
Unbuttoning my shirt, he almost ripped it open. All the while, his eyes held mine, turning me into a blubbering mess.
I wouldn’t have been able to move if I’d tried. I wanted him to ravage me and cause pain, pleasure, and everything in between—the whole spectrum of passion. I sensed there was more than just that one simple release that only my fingers had ever managed.
My shirt slunk off, revealing my new silky camisole. His eyes darkened with lust as he smothered my breasts with his hands. The straps dropped, and his fingers slid over my nipples, making them throb. He lifted my arms and removed my camisole and then unclasped my bra. My heavy breasts fell into his hands.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” He sounded tormented.
Sucking my nipple, he let out a staggered breath. The sensation of his teeth teasing my flesh sent a lightning bolt between my legs. He lifted my skirt, and I parted my legs to release the ache.
The heat of his body burned through me. It was passion like I could never have imagined. Sliding over my thighs, his fingers stroked my throbbing sex through my lace panties, which were virtually stuck to me.
His breath hitched. “I want to devour you.”
He hooked a finger under my panties. A pulsating ache, too much to bear took possession. His finger rotated over my clit gently.
“You’re so wet.” His voice was soft and caressing, like his finger.
After he helped me wiggle out of my panties, he buried his head between my legs.
When the tip of his tongue landed on my clit, I flinched from sensitivity. As he licked, I clenched and released at the same time, succumbing to waves of spasms. His subtle groans were muffled by my pussy. He seemed to be as hot and bothered as I was.
His hands gripped my ass as I trembled through an orgasm. He drank everything that poured out of me.
The orgasm grew and grew. An agonized moan left my lips. He continued to devour me, tormenting and teasing me as I clawed into his shoulders. It was a time-stretching climb to the fall. When his tongue fucked me, entering a place that only my fingers had ever explored, I shuddered and gasped, drowning in a cascade of stars.
He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “You’re extremely tight.”
“Is that a problem?” I murmured, relaxing my toes.
He caressed my breasts again and kissed me. I could taste myself, which instead of repelling me made my senses ping with a force so primal I gyrated my pelvis as though to tease him in—encouragement that he didn’t need, going by his jagged breathing.
I wanted to see him naked and feel his hard cock and for him to take me over that forbidden edge.
For all I knew, Blake was a charmer who fucked unsuspecting young girls. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A sexy fucking wolf, at that.
He sat back and watched me. His gaze inflamed me as a cocktail of saliva and cum slithered down my thigh.
“I want to be inside you. To feel you,” he said, his voice tense as though hijacked by urgency.
“I’m on the pill.” I smiled meekly. “It’s made me put on weight, I’m afraid.”
“You’re perfect. Your curves are fucking sexy.” I liked hearing that, although I knew it already by the lust in his hooded eyes.
“I’ve had a blood test,” he said.
He took me into his arms again, and I melted. How could I not? The heat radiating off him drew me in with talismanic force. It was as though my body had become one mass of trembling, sticky flesh.
“I’d like to…” I murmured softly. “It’s just that…”
He gave me a moment, but I remained tongue-tied.
“You were saying?”
“I guess I can’t stop thinking about what you said earlier—that you don’t sleep with women, that you only fuck them…” I took a breath. “Am I to be a one-night stand?” I untangled myself from his arms, so that I could think straight.
“I probably couldn’t stop at one time with you.” He paused. “I can’t promise that it will develop into anything. I will, however, give you everything your heart desires in the time that we share. All I ask is that you don’t talk to anyone about this or expect me to be a normal boyfriend. I don’t do normal. And…”
“And what?”
“You don’t fuck other men.”
A shocked laugh tickled my throat. “I’m hardly going to start whoring myself just because I’ve given myself so easily to you.”
He remained silent.
Does he agree that I’ll be giving myself easily?
I wondered if I would be consumed by need and emotion.
I buttoned up my shirt without my bra, I picked up my smalls, and placed them in my bag.
“Are you leaving?” His brow lowered.
When I stood, my legs wobbled as I wriggled back into my skirt.
He took my hand. “I’d do anything for you to stay, Penelope.”
“I don’t want you to buy me.”
Blake took me by the hand and remained quiet. “I don’t know what else to say. Your taste has already become an addiction.”
“It’s just sex, then?”
He nodded. “It is. But you’re smart. I need brains to get hard.” His mouth tipped up at one end. “Sorry if that’s coarse.”
The mention of his hard cock made my pussy pulsate again. I almost heard it groan, “Let him fuck you.”
We remained locked in each other’s gaze, his hand in mine, and then I fell into his big arms again.