Live Me Page 23

  Suddenly, a fresh wave of panic coursed through me, starting in my chest, quickening my pulse and spreading through my limbs like wildfire. I never wanted to be without him again. What if he couldn’t handle who I was? What I was? What if he got sick of all my baggage?

  As if he could read my mind, he cradled my head in his hands, and his expression softened. “You’re stuck with me, ya know. I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have to beat me off with a stick.”

  I huffed out a short, nervous chuckle. “Am I that easy to read?” I wanted to believe him, and I prayed that was the truth. I didn’t think my heart could handle any other outcome.

  “C’mere.” He clasped my chin between two fingers and brought my mouth to his. He teased my bottom lip before pulling back to look in my eyes, his dimple peeking out slightly as a sexy, soft smile played on his lips. His hands came around to the back of my neck as he leaned into me, parting my lips with his tongue for another mind-numbing kiss. “Angel?” he breathed into my mouth.

  “Yeah?” I answered, rubbing my lips back and forth along his.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  Without hesitation, I unfolded my legs from where they straddled his thighs and hooked them around his waist. His hands instinctively dropped lower to cradle my ass.

  “Hold on,” he said through a devilishly sexy grin.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and let out a yelp as he stood and walked us toward the back of his apartment. I felt drunk on him, my body buzzing on a high.

  The sound of his footsteps hushed as he crossed the threshold to his bedroom. He lowered me to the bed—my legs still hugged firm around his waist—and broke the kiss to look at me. His fingers toyed with the strap of my bra. “You okay with this?”

  “More than okay.” I looked directly in his eyes.

  “You’re sure?” He slipped his finger between my bra strap and my skin, and slid it slowly up and down, leaving trails of fire in its wake.

  I took his face between both hands. “Blake, if you don’t touch me right now, I think I’m going to spontaneously combust.”

  He laughed at my candidness and then looked down at me with dark, hooded eyes. “Then your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

  He licked his lips and brought them toward me, but instead of my mouth, he dropped a kiss right below my ear. His warm breath on the sensitive area raised bumps along my flesh. I sucked in a sharp intake of air as his mouth trailed kisses down the curve of my neck and then along my collarbone.

  He slid his hand up my ribcage and closed it around my breast as his mouth made its descent lower still. When he reached the edge of my bra, he ran his tongue along the strip of skin bordering the fabric. Closing his teeth around the silk, he tugged and slipped the strap off my shoulder. My breast now fully exposed to him, he circled my nipple with his tongue, still teasing the other one through my bra. With shallow breaths, I watched him lavish my body and yearned for him even more. Leaving a glistening trail, he dipped his head to the side and nipped a love bite into the hardened mound. My eyes closed as I let every sensation surround me. Blake reached under my back and unclasped my bra, freeing me completely. He tossed it to the floor and sucked the other waiting nipple into his mouth.

  With a moan, I arched my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth. “I need to feel your skin on mine.”

  My fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Raising off me, he crossed his arms at the bottom of the cotton and pulled his shirt up over his abs, pecks and finally, his head.

  Holy fuck!

  Smooth skin rippled in waves over rock-hard abs, trailing to a deep V that plunged mercilessly into the low rise of his faded jeans. At the sight of my wide eyes, his dimple returned. “Like what you see, baby?”

  I bit my lip and nodded, my fingers reaching out to trace the cut line beside his hip.

  Blake smoothed his index finger over my bottom lip and then tugged at the corner, freeing it from my teeth. Then he placed a kiss full on my lips, nipped it himself, and licked the tender flesh. He let out a shiver. “I’ve been dying to do that.”

  My mind toyed with the fact I didn’t feel nervous. Not one jitter, not one bead of sweat. I was willing to trust him so completely, opening a door inside myself that had been locked for so many years. So many lonely years.

  Trying not to ruin the moment, I pushed all my thoughts aside and just enjoyed the feel of him. I skimmed my hands up the hard, smooth contours of his back and, when I reached his shoulder blades, I eased him toward me. His skin coated mine, his heat bleeding into me, causing a trembled wave to pass through me. The feel of my breasts pressed against his bare chest was euphoric. Our torsos one as his arms enveloped me, bringing us as close as we could get.

  God, he felt so good. So right.

  “I want to kiss you,” Blake breathed into my ear.

  I cocked my head to the side. “Um, I think we’ve covered that, don’t you?”

  Blake’s grin spread, and his eyes glowed a dark sapphire. He dragged his finger along my mouth. “I’m not talking about these lips.” He skimmed his finger along the side of my body, igniting sparks along every inch and nestled it between my legs. “I want to kiss these lips.”

  Mother hell. Heat swelled through every cell, coiling in my belly and mingling with the swarming butterflies.

  He twirled the string of my sweat pants around his finger and fisted the fabric. “Would that be okay?” He kissed my jaw and looked back at me for confirmation. The fact he was asking made my heart open up to him even more.

  “Yes,” I breathed. “I’d love that.”

  “You’d love what?” He smirked before running his nose along the outside of my ear.

  “For you to kiss me.”

  “Kiss you? Like this?” He pushed his tongue inside my mouth and kissed me soft and slow, his thumb rubbing circles into the throbbing flesh between my legs.

  My body was going haywire. “Yes. No. You know what I mean.”

  “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He applied more pressure and slid his tongue into my mouth again.

  Moaning, I broke free of the kiss and dug my nails into the roundness of his shoulders. “Kiss me. Down there.”

  “Down where?” he asked innocently. “Here?” He removed his thumb from my sex, leaving my body reeling, and skimmed it along the inside of my thigh.

  “Higher,” I panted, my chest heaving with built-up tension.

  “Here?” He circled my belly button with his index finger and licked my earlobe.

  Fuck! “My pussy! Kiss my fucking pussy!”

  His eyes widened in excitement, but there was a seriousness mingled with it. “That’s my girl. Don’t hold back with me, Angel. Say what you feel and let yourself go. When I say I want you to be with me, I mean I want all of you to be with me. Tell me what you want and I’ll be there for you every time. But I can’t know unless you tell me.”

  “Okay, Blake, just please . . . touch me. I can’t take it anymore,” I whisper-panted.

  He put the full weight of his body over mine and licked his words into my ear, “You drive me in-fucking-sane, you know that? I wanna taste all of you. Know you’re mine as I push my tongue deep inside you and watch the look of pleasure on your face knowing I put it there.” He pulled his head back and focused on my eyes. “And I’m not gonna stop until your legs are numb and shaking around my head.”

  Fuck. I was already shaking. My body couldn’t withstand the pressure anymore. I pushed my pelvis against him, anxious for relief. Raising my head off the pillow, I licked up the smooth expanse of his neck then sucked his earlobe into my mouth. “Now. Please.”

  Blake’s body shuddered before he lowered himself to suck one rosy nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. He gave it a tug as he pinched the one in his mouth between his teeth then licked the soreness away. Nipping and sucking, he made his way over each of my ribs, and continued down to my belly button. His tongue circled around it and then dipped inside. My fin
gers knotted in the sheets beside my thighs, trying to contain the random convulsions.

  I glanced down just as his blue diamonds found my gaze. His face split into a broad smile as he took the string of my sweatpants into his mouth and tugged them untied with his teeth. Watching him, I couldn’t help but picture what he’d done to that cherry. Something told me I was about to find out, and I squirmed in anticipation.

  He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid my pants down, tossing them to the floor behind him. Stopping for a moment, he stared up the landscape of my body, exposed and open for him. “My God you’re so fucking beautiful. I’m sorry, but you are.” His eyes were unapologetic, yet soft.

  My chest constricted as that small and simple word left his mouth, but I knew he genuinely meant it, and I appreciated the sentiment. I didn’t flinch. I thought I would, but I didn’t. Instead, I reached down between my legs and caressed the side of his face, not wanting to ruin the moment. I wasn’t sure if he was testing me, but I wanted him to know I meant what I said and was undeniably his. “It’s okay. Thank you.”

  He smiled, dragging a finger up the center of my folds. “Jesus, you’re so wet. I’m going to enjoy every . . . last . . . drop of you.”

  He removed his finger and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes as though he was savoring the taste, and then placed it to my clit, rubbing slow, tantalizing circles. My head dipped back into the pillow, and my back arched as he pushed two fingers inside me, keeping his thumb pressed to the tight bud the whole time. His fingers moved in and out of me, swirling deep, and driving me insane.

  “Blake, your mouth, please. Kiss me.” The words came out in a breathy whisper.

  He removed his fingers and I gasped, feeling empty.

  “Look at me,” he commanded. “I want you to watch me. See what I do to you.”

  When I looked down, Blake’s eyes held a sense of possessiveness I’d never seen before. He turned his head to the side and kissed the inside of one of my thighs before biting the meaty flesh and then licking it. He repeated the same thing to the other leg, sending quivers prickling up my spine. It felt like he was marking his territory. His gaze locked on me as his tongue snaked out from between his lips, and he very slowly dragged it from my opening, up the length of my lips, and over my clit. Then he closed his mouth around my throbbing heat and sucked it into his mouth. I let out a whimper, twisting the sheets even further.

  Releasing his suction, he licked one more time and then took two of his fingers and spread me open, kissing me the same way he would my mouth. Slow. Delicate. Mind numbing sensations rippled through me. He kissed and licked and circled my sex, making love to me with his mouth, and I nearly came right then.

  “Blake. Faster. Please,” I panted.

  He put his lips to me with a, “Mmmm,” sending vibrations into my sex. “I want you to come slow.” He licked again. “Keep your eyes on my mouth, Angel.” He kept his tongue visible and circled it around my clit and then sucked the swollen flesh into his mouth. His strokes were still slow, but he applied a bit more pressure and I found myself shaking, teetering on the brink.

  I dove my fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth to me, feeling myself fall to the other side, whimpering in ecstasy. My body sunk, lax into the mattress, but the licking never ceased.

  Blake began soft, lapping kisses once again, and my belly tightened in response. My breathing strained as I looked down at him. He showed no signs of stopping. Instead, from between my legs, he raised one eyebrow at me and stiffened his tongue as he pushed it inside of me.

  Fisting his hair, my head fell back as he fucked me with his tongue. He slid both hands up my ribcage to find my breasts, rolling my nipples around in his fingers. My back bowed as I felt another orgasm taking shape in my core. He tugged both of my nipples, pushed into me once last time, and the sensations rippled outward, sending me spiraling into bliss.

  Suddenly, all tension left my body. I felt weightless and spent, and my face twisted in ecstasy as I looked down at him, still perched between my legs, looking as eager as ever.

  “My God,” I gasped for air. “You’re fucking incredible.”

  “Hold on, Angel. You have one more for me.”

  “What? I don’t think I can.” I couldn’t hide the panic in my voice. I felt drained, numb.

  “You can, baby. Come for me one more time.” Without warning, he slipped two fingers inside me and began sucking on my sensitive flesh once again. The need returned immediately. He sent his fingers deeper inside with each thrust and, when he hooked them just right, the buildup was too much to hold on to anymore.

  My body rose up from the bed as I cried out, “Blake!” and then collapsed back against the mattress. Small jolts wracked my body, and my legs fell limp. Blake brought me down slowly, lapping up every drop of my release before placing a kiss to my most delicate area, his arms still hooked around my quivering thighs.

  Releasing them, he crawled up the length of my body, feathering kisses along every inch. His last kiss was to my lips before nestling his nose into the curve of my neck, curling up next to me, and dragging me into the cocoon of his body.

  “I don’t think I can move,” I said with closed eyes.

  “Ah, my plan to incapacitate you worked then? I knew I’d find a way to make sure you couldn’t run away from me again.” He kept tickling my neck with his nose. My whole body was super sensitive, and even that small gesture raised bumps along my skin.

  “Mmm, I guess so. Very sneaky, Mr. Turner.”

  “If you remember I was very upfront about it actually.” He drew light circles around my belly button. “I believe my words were, I’d wear you down, then I’d wear you out. I’m just making good on my promise.” He sucked one sensitive nipple into his mouth and released it with an audible pop.

  I laughed and swung my body onto my side, sheltering my delicate parts. Hooking my leg over his waist, I stared into his beautiful eyes, loving the intimate playfulness I saw there. I secretly kicked myself for holding out for so long and missing out on all this, but I knew I wouldn’t have been ready. I was a different girl a couple of months ago.

  I traced the outline of his brow with my index finger, then his cheekbone, and finally his lips, watching the path of my finger the whole time.

  His features became serious, and I wondered what he was thinking. He closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath.

  “I’m glad you were so persistent, Blake.” I leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips.

  “So am I, Angel. So am I.”

  I burrowed myself as close to him as I could. I couldn’t believe I was really here, wrapped up in his arms, and how good it felt. It felt like . . . home. Real home. What home’s supposed to be.

  “So how about you?” I asked with a smirk.

  He scooted his head back on the pillow, a question playing on his face. “What about me?”

  “Well, I know I feel relieved, but you’ve got to be pretty, um . . .” I reached between us and cupped his bulge in my hand. “Frustrated.”

  He laughed and pulled my hand away, tucking it into his chest. “Uh-uh. Professor Pleasure will have to be a good boy for tonight. Not till you’ve had your first real date.” He placed a kiss to the tip of my nose.

  I pushed up on my elbow. “You’re serious?”

  “Yes. I’m a gentleman. And maybe slightly old-fashioned,” he said with a wink.

  “Wait a second, did you just call your . . . member, Professor Pleasure?” I scrunched up my face.

  “Sure did. He’s an expert in his field.” The serious look on his face caused me to fall onto my side, laughing.

  Wiping tears from my eyes, I propped myself up on my arm once the hysterics ceased. “You don’t see the irony in that? Professor Pleasure? PP? You named your pee-pee, PP!”

  He gave a cool shrug, even though he tried to act offended I’d made fun of his happy member. Then a wicked smile hit his lips. “Hey, I could’ve called him King Cobra, but try to get a girl to come ne
ar that—pun intended. You wouldn’t put your mouth on a king cobra, would you? But who wouldn’t suck the fuck out of Professor Pleasure?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, his dimple plunged deep into his cheek.

  “This is true.” I laughed whole-heartedly. “Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?”

  He made a display of looking nervous while he looked left and right, and then pulled me closer to whisper in my ear. “Yes, I didn’t want you to find out, but I’m secretly a serial killer who stalks beautiful women and makes them swoon, only to have them disappear once they’re finally mine.”

  I slapped him playfully. “Idiot.”

  Blake rocked into my side. “So, what do you say?” He raised his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side like a nervous little boy. “Will you go on a date with me?”

  “You’re asking? I thought I was yours now.” Resting my chin on his chest, I peered up at him.

  A huge smile split his face. “Good answer. So Saturday then?”

  “No good. I see my boyfriend on Saturdays.” I smirked.

  “Well then, that works out perfectly, doesn’t it?” he said without a pause, enveloping me in a protective hold.

  “Yes. Yes, it does.” I breathed him in and felt myself drifting off into a blissful rest.

  “Stay just like that.” Blake leaped from the bed, and I heard his hurried steps scamper down the hall.

  “I’m still naked. Where the hell do you think I’m going? And what’s the big idea? I was comfortable.” I pulled the cotton sheet up to my neck and burrowed deeper into the softness.

  “Two seconds. Just don’t move!” he yelled, sounding as though he was frantically rummaging through things.

  I heard his footfalls getting closer, and then he whisked through the doorway, muttering to himself, “Of all the times . . .” Camera propped in his hands, he knelt beside the bed and brought it to his eye, only to lower it slowly. “You moved,” he said through bowed lips.

  “I was cold.” I tucked the sheet further under my chin and put my hands out to him in a grabby motion, trying to get him to bring back his warmth.