Chapter 6
Sierra unlocked the door and let them inside, acutely aware of heat pooling low in her body every time he looked at her with his half-lidded gaze. Stepping inside, she waited for Blake to follow then closed the door before turning back to him.
“Make yourself at home, I won’t be long.” She turned to go in the bedroom and change clothes.
“Wait.”
The single word stopped her, she turned and looked up at him.
“I meant it when I said you look good the way you are.” Blake moved slowly, approaching her as if giving her a chance to stop him or walk away. He reached out, hooked an arm around her waist and tugged her against him as his head lowered.
She stood, breathless, and watched his mouth descend. The memory of his taste was enough to make her not stop him. The tingle of her lips an instant before his brushed against hers, hesitant at first then with more pressure. A moment later she was absorbed in the intense need she felt in his touch, his fingers curled into her skin as she opened her mouth against his to let his tongue dip inside.
Without conscious thought, her arms lifted and went around his neck. She let her body go soft and pliant against him as her own desires overwhelmed the smarter thoughts from her brain.
Sierra didn’t know how long they stood in her foyer only that she slowly became aware of him unbuttoning her blouse while her fingers tugged the hem of his shirt from his jeans.
“What about dinner?” Her words came out husky with need.
“Later.” His teeth playing along the side of her neck and drove all reasonable thought from her mind.
She found herself going along as he walked her backward to the bedroom they’d left that morning, then stripped her out of her clothes while she tugged at his.
Desperate hands dragged and pulled at clothes then skin as the desperation to have him closer grew. His gaze seemed as palpable as his hand caressing her body, enflaming her senses. He cupped her breasts, teasing the tips as he watched her face. Sierra wanted to close her eyes, just feel without the self-conscious part of her brain screaming at her about imperfections.
He moved lower, teasing her senses until she forgot to worry about how he saw the small pooch of her tummy or her too-wide hips. All that mattered was his touch, the look of heat in his eyes and the press of his body against hers.
He teased her until she was ready to scream. Her body was on fire with need. The pleasure-pain of her need nearly brought her to tears. When he finally donned a condom and pushed into her, her head fell back, and a low moan crept from her throat as waves of pleasure washed through her. He didn’t stop. Instead, he pushed her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure. She couldn’t stop her fingers from curling into his skin as he thrust her past anything she’d ever felt before. A scream of release tore itself from her throat. He groaned then stilled above her before letting his head drop to her shoulder as he dragged in a ragged breath, then another.
“I don’t ever want this moment to end.” His voice was barely more than a whisper. He pulled back, dropped a soft kiss on her forehead then stood and disappeared into the attached bathroom.
Sierra was still laying limp and naked across the bed when he stepped back in the room, as naked as she was.
“You still want to go to dinner?” He gave her a cocky grin. “Or we could order in.”
“Good luck with that.” Sierra forced herself to sit up, then stand on muscles that were loose, relaxed, and wanted to stay put for a while. “The only place that delivers is pizza, and that’s barely fit to eat.”
“If the food’s not good, how do they stay in business?” He watched her walk across the room, a frown creasing his brow.
“They’re the only ones that deliver. If you’re desperate not to go out, or cook, they’re the only option.” She closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower. She hadn’t needed a shower before but now she did. Sweat and other things made her sticky and she needed to clean up before going out.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Yes?”
“Mind if I join you? I could use cleaning up a little myself.”
“Sure… but keep your hands to yourself.” She let him in. “I’m hungry and you seem to keep delaying food.”
“Once. I delayed us once.” Blake followed her into the shower, closing the door behind himself. “Are you saying it wasn’t worth it?”
“I said nothing of the kind, only that you delayed us. I suspect you would be happy for a repeat performance.”
A sexy smile crept across his face. “If that was an offer, I’d love one. I’d also love to try shower sex with you.” He took a step closer.
Sierra held up one hand to stop him. “Once I could handle, but I need to get something to eat before we go for another round.”
His stomach chose that moment to rumble. She quirked one brow and looked down at his belly.
“Sounds like part of you feels the same way.”
“Part of me may, but not all of me.” He glanced pointedly a little farther down to where he was erect and ready for more.
“Hold on to that thought. We can see about satisfying him after I’ve gotten something to eat.”
A playful glint lit his eyes, and she had no doubt what he was thinking.
“And before you tell me you’ve got something for me to eat. Ha-ha. Food not play is my priority, before I waste away, or worse pass out.”
She turned her back on him and stepped under the hot spray. Tipping her head back she let the water cascade down her body for a moment before reaching for the net ball and bottle of liquid soap.
“Here, let me do that for you.” Blake picked up the bottle before she could and took the poof from her hand. She turned around and watched as he squirted a small amount, then sniffed the soap. “Hmm. Vanilla and cinnamon. That’s why you smell so delicious I want to eat you alive.”
“There’s something we haven’t tried yet.” She grinned as she all but invited him to do for her what she’d just refused to do for him, at least for now.
“We’ll get to it, no worries.” Blake made short work of soaping her up and rinsing her off with the shower sprayer.
“You’re turn,” she said reaching for the sprayer head.
“I can do it, you go get ready,” he said.
She stepped out of the shower and started drying off.
“Something comfortable,” he’d called out as she wrapped a towel around herself. “No heels.”
“What if I want heels?”
“If you really want them, I won’t get mad. It’s really not up to me what you wear. I just wanted you to be comfortable and I can’t imagine how uncomfortable they’ve got to be to wear for hours on end. You’ve been on them long enough.”
He had a point. She’d been wearing heels all day and when she’d walked in the door earlier, her feet had been throbbing and she couldn’t wait to get out of them. The only thing that made her want to wear them now was that he’d said no. She shook her head and forced herself not to let her rebellious nature cause her more grief and pain than it was worth. She left him to finish showering and went in the bedroom to get dressed.