“As you wish,” I looked up smiling to meet his gaze, “really?” loving his easy, jovial demeanor.
“Yes, really!”
My laugh abruptly halted as he slid his body next to me. I stiffened. Strong hands pulled and hugged me from behind. I want you…my damn mind kept nagging.
The sudden feel of hard chiseled chest made me shudder. I was frozen in shock. Body, what happened to waiting?
Strong hand snaked around my waist, holding me tight, imprisoning me, to the feel of him. The heavy thud of his wildly beating heart was evident proof that he’s affected as I am. My body was shaken with hunger, hunger for Blake—that seemed to be getting close to impossible to resist.
“Hmmm…I just want to smell you—I hardly slept knowing that you were sleeping in the next room—can this request be granted, my sweet Sienna?”
My body shivered with anticipated excitement. I nodded, urging him on.
His lips touched softly behind my earlobe as he trailed soft kisses all the way down to the base of my neck. Neatly pulling my hair to one side, neck exposed, he inhaled deeply.
He groaned with frustration. Burst of lust surged from my aching core.
Just one kiss, I thought wildly. I just want a taste. Turning around to face him, we closely stared at each other—intently. Electric current between us crackled and sizzled. It was heady—intoxicating—searing.
My gaze fell on his lips. One taste, that’s it. Feeling bold I licked my own my bottom lip. It’s now or never. Do it.
Slanting my head, I kissed him very softly. A guttural sound came from his throat as he devoured my lips. His kiss was demanding with potent alacrity, as I matched his passion.
This. Gorgeous. Man. Wants. Me.
Hooking my leg on his hips, locking it against me—the feel of him being this close—drove my body to a raging inferno. I’m so screwed.
Feeling brazen, I tugged and pulled his shirt off. I needed to touch—feel—taste his hardened chest. I greedily stroked his chest as his kisses became rapacious. Encouraged from his groans, I kissed his neck and ran my whole hand on his chest, scratching his erect nipple. ’Ahhhhh’ he howled—from pain and pleasure.
He speedily flipped me on my back and kissed my swollen lips even hard. He briskly opened my boxer-clad legs and positioned his hot, hard body above me. Our tongues clashed as I locked both of my legs on him. His erection pressed boldly against his sheer pajamas. The heat of his erection rubbing with urgency against my covered mound sent me into a tail spin.
We were on fire. I felt his need, his frustration, his want, his desire from his blazing kisses.
I broke off from his mouth and moaned satisfyingly. The profound effect his body on me was astounding. I felt drunk and aroused more than ever in my life.
‘Blake’ I gasped with my sex awakened voice.
Gazing at me with lust-filled eyes, he grinded his hips harder on my pu**y—making me even wetter.
Touch me. Please.
Panting hard like he ran a marathon, he sat back looking over my wanton state. I can’t breathe. Time stood still. He softly caressed the cleft of the boxers, over my pu**y with his finger.
I whimpered and bit my lip, hard.
Blake…what you do to me…
The evidence of my arousal seeping through the soaked silk fabric as his finger grazed it teasingly and right stopped there—holding my gaze, “you’re so beautiful—you have no idea—how much I want to f**k you—hard and fast as you scream my name when you orgasm. I want to feel you come apart beautifully while my c**k f**ks you harder,” my throat ran dry, his eyes pure with torment. “You have no idea…how much this is killing me—but I’m keeping my promise. You will be mine, Sienna. Not just for your body, I want everything from you—I’ll wait—you’re worth the wait,” his voice gruff.
He shrugged and looked away. Was he for real? What if I just want to get laid without the emotional hung ups?
“Blake—I—are you serious?” wide-eyed in disbelief.
Kissed me softly and quickly pulled his body away and added, “breakfast’s ready and waiting in ten minutes,” left the bed and exited the door with an evident hard-on.
I was left with my mouth agape and still-wide opened legs, waiting to be ambushed. Who. Does. That?
How can he just walk away when I’m more than willing? It’s not the body he just wants to posses. He wants you—body and soul—and won’t settle just for your body. He wants it all.
I have to get up and shower.
He won’t come back and change his mind. Not until I’ve cleared my emotional closet and cleaned up all the cobwebs hanging loosely about.
How long will that take?
I cursed.
Blake. Fucking. Knightly.
Twelve
Showered and dressed with Blake’s, Manchester United football jersey, I piled my hair up and went straight to the kitchen.
Upon entering, I stood frozen and watched as Blake placed omelet and bacon on both plates. His hair still wet from shower, bare-chested, wearing only his well-worn jeans, barefoot.
His defined torso and six-pack making a rippling effect as he moved about. My mouth watered. What is it with men wearing only jeans and bare feet? The combination’s simply irresistible!
Was he trying to drive me insane? He looks so deliciously yummy!
Feeling my presence, he turned around. With a sexy grin, he sauntered to where I was standing, kissed my forehead, and guided me to sit on the breakfast bar.
“Coffee?” I nodded unable to speak, still mesmerized by the charming barefoot-jean-clad God.
He went over to the coffee-pot. My eyes gawked at his impressive back muscles flex as he moved. This man is too sexy, it’s criminal.
I can stare at him all day and wouldn’t be bored. It’s like eye p**n and he was a delectable subject. But at the same time, I wanted to throttle him. Here he was, acting like a good host, acting like he didn’t leave me hanging and yearning in the bedroom.
Coffee poured, fixed it to my liking and placed the steaming cup in front of me with a smirk on. He’s enjoying this. His eyes are dancing with amusement. Asshat!
“Blake—can you please put a shirt on?” I petulantly demanded.
Smiling devilishly at me and teasingly said, “Too much for you, Sienna? You just say the word and we can remedy that problem immediately.”
I shrugged. What word? How about three words? Let’s just f**k?
“Thought you needed a reminder—that we’ll be EXPLOSIVE together,” his voice hoarse, gruff. ‘But I want your all, poppet.”