Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
KASS
She doesn't need to ask me twice. Before I know it, I'm scooping her up and throwing her onto the bed.
"Fuck, I thought I'd never hear you say that again."
I grab her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed. When I lift the hem of my old shirt to expose the soft skin on her hips, I drop to my knees and sink my teeth in. Her gasp rings in my ears, but I don't let that stop me. I need her like I've never needed anything in my life before.
I swear she almost admitted her feelings for me during my interrogation.
If she had, I probably would have dropped dead.
But I knew getting Blake to admit she has feelings for me was a long shot.
The look of fear in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
She's in uncharted territory as far as her feelings go, and that thought alone is fueling my fire right now.
The idea of being someone who leaves Blake speechless is enough to make a man's ego inflate to unmanageable proportions.
I tear her panties down her thighs and spread her legs. "You're just as perfect as I remember."
"You're acting like you haven't seen my pussy in years."
"Shut up and take the compliment."
She starts to snap back at me, but I shut her up by diving into her, my tongue flicking her clit, making my name the only word that comes out of her mouth.
"Kass..."
"Mmmm," I moan over her clit, "say it again."
"Kass."
Her hands fist my hair, tugging hard enough to sting, but I don't care.
I stick my tongue deep inside her, then replace it with two fingers. If I couldn't taste how wet her pussy is for me, I'd know by the sound it makes when I pump my fingers in and out of her.
I can't take it any longer. I need to be inside of her.
Standing to my full height, I shuck off my shirt and discard it on the floor, and my pants follow shortly after. I stand there and watch as her eyes rake down my body, red hot fire blazing behind them.
Then her eyes stop, and her face changes. "Kass. What the fuck is that?"
"Huh?" I look down at the spot on my torso where her eyes are fixed. "Oh shit. Yeah...I sort of did something a little crazy."
"Kass." She points now, as if I didn't already know what she's talking about. "You have a new tattoo on your stomach."
"Yeah."
"When did you get that?"
"Raina did it for me a couple of weeks ago."
"I saw Clover painting it in class. She said she saw you drawing one like it on your tablet."
"She painted this moth?" I'm a little shocked, but not entirely. There have been plenty of times when I've caught Clover trying to copy my work. Luckily, this time it was kid-friendly.
"Yeah. I figured it was for a client. Not for you."
"It was an impulse decision. Not one I regret...yet. Just don't break my heart, okay?"
"Break your—? What does that have to do with me?"
"Come on, Blake. You're the art gal. Aren't you supposed to be good at deciphering hidden meanings and shit like that?"
"Yeah, but..." She continues to stare for a bit before she leans forward to inspect it more closely.
It's still healing, so when she runs her fingers across the skin, it's a little tender. But her touch is healing to my soul, so it cancels out the discomfort.
"Kass..." she whispers.
I can feel her breath on my skin, and it reminds me that a minute ago I was uvula-deep in her pussy and about to ravish her in every way I could think of. But right now, I need her to understand how much I care about her, physical stuff aside.
"Blake." I run my fingers through her hair, gently grabbing to tilt her face up toward me. "Even after you kicked me out, I couldn't forget about you. You consumed my every thought."
She quirks a brow at me.
"I know, really fucking annoying, right?"
Her lips curve into a soft smile at my bad joke, but I can tell she's dying for me to explain all this to her. Does she really not get it?
"I'm so drawn to you, even though I know pursuing you likely wouldn't end well. Even though I knew you'd be the death of me."
"Like a moth to a flame..."
"Exactly."
Her hand slips under my shirt she's wearing and grazes across her tattoo.
"My, my, those eyes like fire..." I start.
"I know the words." Her voice is nothing more than a whisper.
We stare at each other for a long while, the only movement is our chests rising and falling with each breath.
"What if I hadn’t come back?"
"Then it would be like plenty of my other tattoos—a painful reminder of something I once loved and lost."
I want her just as bad as I did minutes ago, but now something's changed. The energy between us has shifted. I lean her back on the bed and crawl over her, lowering myself down until we're pressed chest to chest.
"I can't tell you that I'll never be taken from you. We both know I can't promise that. But I can promise you that I'll never willingly walk away from you."
She doesn't respond with words; she only pulls me down to kiss her. Our mouths move slowly in sync, our tongues teasing each other.
I shudder when I feel her hand slide into my underwear and wrap around my cock.
With one hand, I pull them down and kick them off.
When I settle back on top of her, her legs are spread wide for me.
Her hand guides me to her entrance. It's warm and wet, waiting for me.
With a slow thrust of my hips, I slide into her.
I curse under my breath at the feeling of her wrapped around me so tightly.
The next several minutes are a dance of body parts, a chorus of moans and desperate pleas for more. I don't stop until Blake is trembling beneath me and my come is buried deep inside her. None of it was hurried or aggressive like earlier.
"Fuck, I missed you." I kiss her lips, across her jaw, and up her cheek. I stop when I feel moisture under my lips. I pull back to find Blake's cheeks streaked with tears.
"Everything okay?"
She nods her head, her eyes pressed shut. "Yeah, I'm fine. I honestly don't know where those came from." She starts to wipe her cheeks, but I grab her hand to stop her.
I use my thumb to finish wiping her tears for her. "Are you sad?"
"No." She finally opens her eyes to look at me. "I know this sounds really fucking dumb, but I think I'm just happy. Who would have thought?"
I can't help but chuckle. Of course Blake would take an intimate moment and ruin it with curses and sarcasm. "That doesn't sound dumb at all."
I plant another kiss on her lips before pulling out of her and rolling onto my side, next to her.
She rolls over to face me and stares down at my stomach again, using her finger to trace the outline of my new tattoo. "You really got this for me?"
"Seriously? Do I need to give you the cheesy explanation all over again?"
"No." Her fingers shoot up to cover my lips. "Please don't. I love you, but I can only handle so much romance in one night, okay?"
Her eyes get big, and she looks like she's choking on words that already slipped out of her mouth. I don't say anything, afraid I'll spook her more than she already is.
"I didn't mean it like that. I mean, maybe I did. But I didn't."
"Shhh," I grab her hand that's still on my lips and put it down by her side, rubbing my finger across her knuckles, "you don't need to explain. We can pretend you didn't say it if that's what you'd prefer."
Of course, I don't want her to take it back, but I also want her to take things at her own pace. I don't want a slip-up like this to be the reason she pushes me away again.
"What I mean is...I said it flippantly, like I was talking to one of my close friends. I don't know if I feel the same way you do right now, but that doesn't mean I can't get there. I think I can get there. With you. But if and when I do say it to you for real, I want you to know I really mean it."
"I understand." Though hearing her admit she's not where I'm at is a bit disappointing, it makes my heart happy to hear her say she thinks she can get there someday. "All I want is the truth from you. So, thank you for being honest."
"Do I get another reward for an honest answer?"
"You ready to go again?" I try not to think about the fact that it's probably 3:00 in the morning right now.
She wraps her hand around my cock that's sporting a semi right now. "He seems ready to go again."
"You devil woman. You're going to kill me."