“Blaise,” I moaned when he broke the kiss so he could nose across my neck.
“What’s the matter, sweets?”
“Morning breath.”
He smiled on my skin as he traveled down my body. He gave me a cocky grin as he muscled his way between my thighs. He looked good right there.
“I don’t care,” he said. He pushed the t-shirt up my body, dipped his head down, and parted my pussy with his tongue. And then I was done for. Yet again.
I arched up and felt him laugh into me. With one firm hand, he held my stomach down on the bed as he licked me thoroughly. My phone vibrated on the bedside table, but I could give exactly two fucks while this hunk of a man was between my thighs, sucking on my clit and about to give me another orgasm. I hadn’t even asked him to do that. He just immediately went to town, eating me like it was his last meal. Like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of me on his tongue.
He pushed my legs further apart until I was spread eagle for him. He was splitting me apart with that mouth of his, and I was pliable for him. I’d let him do whatever he wanted if he kept licking me like that.
“Come for me, sweets,” he purred.
I looked down at him and nodded vigorously. I was almost there. So close, I felt that tingle down my spine with my orgasm right on the edge.
But my phone kept ringing. I shoved it off the bedside table.
Blaise laughed. “Do you need to get that?”
“DON’T CARE!” I panted out and bucked my hips back up to his mouth. “Finish eating my pussy, and then we can have morning sex.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned but did as I asked.
He pressed me back against the mattress, and I arched my hips up as he took me over the edge. I didn’t think about clamping my hand over my mouth while I cried out his name.
He fumbled in the drawer beside me and frantically rolled a condom down his cock while I was still catching my breath post-orgasm. His boxers were around his ankles, and I was still wearing his shirt when he nestled himself between my thighs.
He pinned my hands above my head and linked our hands together to use as leverage as he thrust inside me. I cried out at the sensation of him filling me up but rocked back against him, needing the sweet friction of his body on mine. He stared into my eyes as he glided out and then back in like he wanted to savor our connection while we had slow morning sex.
“Come with me?” he pleaded.
I nodded.
I squeezed my legs tightly around him and met his every slow movement. He pressed my hands into the bed while he hit me deep, finding the secret spot that made me unravel into a pool of pleasure. I cried out at the same time he groaned his release into my ear.
I melted back into the bed at that male guttural noise of ecstasy. I’d never tire of the moans he made when we were joined together. At the way I made him growl and grunt while we were pressed so tight against each other.
He slid my hair behind my ear and gave me a gentle kiss as we caught our breath and came down from the high of our orgasms.
I found myself disappointed when he pulled away and pulled out of me. He tossed the condom in his trash can and then laid back on the bed with me. He gently traced the lines of my tattooed arm as he stared at me.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what?” I asked.
“For basically waking you up for sex. I didn’t even take your shirt off.”
I laughed. “I’m kinda surprised at that. Most men like to see my boobs when they’re inside me.”
His eyes bored a hole into my chest. “You could take it off, and we could do it again.”
I chewed on my lip. I was definitely thinking about it. Thinking about ripping off the shirt and riding him until my thighs were on fire. Until he groaned out that beautiful male sound again.
But then my phone buzzed on the floor again.
Geez, who needed to get a hold of me that bad?
I rolled out of bed with a groan and fished for my phone. All the while, Blaise watched my naked ass from his bed. It was not lost on me that he was hard again when I returned to the bed.
“Dude!” I yelled at him and shook my head with a laugh.
Men!
He gave me a cute grin. “Can’t help it, sweets.”
I unlocked my phone, half paying attention to him, and nearly died at all the notifications.
DINAH: You could have warned me you were dating one of Noah’s teammates!
ROX: So…is Blaise Holmstrom your summer hockey hook-up?
ALEX: I’m sorry. Can you come to the shop earlier? We have an interview at nine.
“Shit,” I swore and leaned up in bed. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. It was only seven, so I had enough time to get to the shop and shower at my brother’s apartment before the interview.
“Sorry, no round two for me. I gotta jet,” I told him with a frown.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I gotta get to the shop,” I explained. I reluctantly got out of bed and searched for my discarded clothes on his floor. I sighed when I found my underwear.
Shit, I was going to have to commando until I got to the shop. There was no way I was putting on my cum-streaked thong. Damn Blaise for getting me all hot and bothered last night.
I slid Blaise’s shirt off and paused when I heard noises downstairs. I glared at him. “Blaise.”
“What?”
“Is your dad home?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?” I shrieked and shoved my hands into my hair. I hoped his dad hadn’t heard me shouting out my orgasm a couple of minutes ago. I found my bra and put it on, pulling my sweater over my head and tugging on my skirt.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I cringed. “What if he…heard us?”
Blaise shrugged. “I don’t care.”
“But I do!” I shrieked again. “I care what your dad thinks about me, and supposedly, I’m off-limits.”
He made a face. “I think he only said that because Ayden’s a hoe.”
I laughed at that. “Okay, fair.”
He gave me a grin. “Besides, my dad’s European. He doesn’t have the same hangups about sex like Americans do.”
I shook my head. “Well, I’m American, so it’s weird.”
I looked around for my jacket, but it wasn’t in his room because I wasn’t wearing a jacket when he carried me up to his bed last night.
“My jacket’s still in the kitchen,” I said.
“Okay, let me put on pants first.”
I didn’t want Hal to hate me. But if what Ayden said was true, he was going to be mad at Blaise.
Blaise got out of bed and went over to his drawer, pulling on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I ran a hand through my hair and pulled it up into a ponytail using the hair tie I always wore on my wrist.
Blaise kissed my forehead. “It’s gonna be fine, V. We’re supposed to be dating, right?”
I nodded and followed him out of the room and down the steps. In the kitchen, we found Hal sitting at the table, drinking his coffee and reading the paper. Hal was old school like that.
“Hey, Dad,” Blaise said with a sigh.
“Morning,” Hal said. Then he glanced at me. “I thought I heard you, Veronica.”
All the color drained from my face. Was Hal making a sex joke? I wanted to die. I wanted to melt into the floor and never face him ever again.