“Okay, please touch me. Please, Blake.” She knew that she was caving to his demands, but she also knew that it was a loss of dignity she could live with.
“Mmm, my pleasure,” he murmured, before he pulled her backward, leaving her feet hanging off the bed, his hot breath suddenly on the sensitive flesh of her backside. His tongue flicked out and ran down one butt cheek and up the other before he spread her legs wide open and licked the outer lips of her pulsing core.
“More,” she practically sobbed. The sensation of his rough tongue and hot breath was almost more than she could bear.
“Arch your back,” he commanded her as he continued licking her most sensitive areas, and sucked the swollen bud of her womanhood into his mouth, making her cry out over and over again.
Just as she reached the edge of glory, he stopped.
“Please, Blake, don’t stop now,” she begged him, but to no avail. A sob ripped through her when she felt the bed shift, felt him draw his mouth away from where she needed it most.
“It’s not yet time for you to be rewarded,” he told her as he spread her thighs even wider and fit himself between them. The tip of his hardness was pressed to the outside of her core, and she wriggled in his grasp, trying to force him to enter her.
With a groan, Blake finally pushed forward and did as Jewell had bid him, sinking himself deep inside her with one powerful thrust that took her breath fully away.
He pulled back slowly and then thrust forward over and over again, not fast enough to allow her to come, but at a pace designed to keep her on the edge of the cliff. She pleaded with him to release the mass of tension that continued to build higher and higher within her, but he kept her hanging for what seemed like hours.
When she thought she couldn’t stand it for another second, she felt him undo the knot on the belt that bound her hands, and then he was lying her down on her stomach. Still buried deep inside her, he lifted her hands and began massaging her numbed arms. She hadn’t even realized they’d gone numb, she was so focused on the pleasure toward which he was leading her.
When he was finished massaging her, he withdrew from her body, making her cry out in protest, but then she was being flipped over and he was poised above her. He moved them both to the top of the bed, her head hitting the pillows.
He reached over and switched on the bedside lamp, then looked down at her, his eyes wild with passion. “I need to see the pleasure on your face when I make you come,” he said, and he plunged back inside her.
Blake held nothing back any longer. He continued thrusting rapidly in and out, his face a figure of ecstasy, and she lost focus as her body released all the pressure that it had built up over the last couple of hours. In the throes of an orgasm more intense than anything she’d ever felt before, she didn’t even try to hold back her scream.
She was barely maintaining consciousness when she heard his thundering groan and felt the pulsing of his manhood as he emptied himself into her, coating her slick walls with his passion.
Silence engulfed them as he pulled her against his chest and held her tightly. When her heart’s erratic beat finally settled down, she nearly didn’t hear his whispered words.
“It will only get better, Jewell. We’re meant to be together.”
Chapter Eighteen
When she emerged from sleep a few hours later, Jewell felt completely disoriented. Where in heaven’s name was she? These sheets and these covers didn’t feel like hers. Her adrenaline spiked, but then she felt Blake’s body next to hers, felt his arm wrapped around her back, and felt his heartbeat beneath her hand.
Her eyes still closed, she savored the moment, fully letting her guard down as she enjoyed the comfort of being held. If only she could admit to Blake how much she needed this moment.
The sex had been wonderful — unbelievable, in fact — but this right now, right here was what she needed more than anything else. She needed to feel comforted by another person. By Blake. She shouldn’t feel anything at all toward him, but her heart had made its choice.
Yes, he was demanding, and yes, he made no promises to her, but how could she not feel emotion toward this man who had changed her world so dramatically? Would it really be so bad to take his name, if that was even what he still wanted?
It would indeed be bad, because she had no doubt that if she spent too much time in this man’s presence, she was going to fall in love with him, and that was something she couldn’t afford to do. She was already too dependent on him.
When he disappeared for days — for more than half of the time, in fact, since he reappeared in her life — she’d felt unmotivated, almost listless. What would it be like if she were with him for months, or even years, and then he decided to toss her aside?
Could she be with him without giving him her whole heart? She doubted it. But what other choice did she have at this point? That was the fundamental question she needed to answer.
“Are you hungry?”
Jewell was jolted by the sound of Blake’s voice, but she didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing. Damn. Holding her tongue was becoming such a habit with her.
“Are you in a sex coma, Jewell?” he asked with a laugh as he turned her so she was now facing him.
She was afraid to open her eyes. Maybe if she stayed as she was for a little while longer, there wouldn’t be any stress, no worries, nothing to upset the moment. She needed just a few more moments of no worry, to just accept the comfort of being in his arms.
“Ve haf vays, Fräulein Heston, of makink you talk,” he said in an accent she’d never heard him use before. Was he actually joking around with her?
“I…uh…I’m awake,” she finally said, letting her eyes slowly drift open.
“I think I’ll enjoy this boat,” he told her as he rubbed his hands up and down her back.
“I can’t believe anyone would pay so much just to have sex,” she blurted out, and then felt her cheeks turning red. Not only had he paid millions for his new boat so they could complete what they had started, but he’d also already paid a heck of a lot for her.
His mood lost its lightness. “Don’t think about it, Jewell. Don’t analyze it.”
“How can I not? What in the world are we doing? Why would you want to help me? I just don’t understand any of this.” She’d laid out her vulnerability for him to see if only he cared to look.
“I explained it very well. You need help with your brother, and I need a wife for this business deal, so we’re helping each other.”