28. Blake
BLAKE
Grady is so warm and solid.
His chest is like an electric blanket—all comfort and deliciousness. Despite his rock-hard muscles, there’s still a softness to his skin. A solace.
The second he wrapped me up against him, I knew I was gonna be okay.
It was the weirdest thing; I didn’t even feel the cold creeping over me. I was so busy caught up in that water fight that I didn’t notice my insides quaking until my limbs started getting sluggish.
Then all of a sudden, it hit me.
I stopped throwing water at him and started seeking out the shoreline.
And it was miles away.
I’m not gonna make it. That was my first thought, right before my rescuer noticed that I was quickly shutting down.
Once again, Grady Newman stepped up and proved himself. He swam me out of that water, dried me off, got naked with me. All to warm up my freezing body.
He’s such a good man.
So freaking good.
I owe him so much.
This is the third time he’s gotten me out of a jam, and I want to thank him.
Hugging his back, I cling to him and try to imbibe the words into his body. My cheek is pressed against his warm skin, and I close my eyes, willing him to feel my gratitude.
He’s so strong and smart and capable.
I’m safe with this man.
And I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like that before.
I mean, sure, my dad and Wily have always kept me safe, but this is different. I don’t have to put on a show for Grady, because I told him all my shit, and he’s still lying here keeping me warm.
He knows what a fucking wreck I am, and he still brought me to the most beautiful place in the world. He’s sharing his heart and soul with me out here. He might not realize it, but I can see how much this land means to him, and he’s letting me be a part of it.
I’m so overwhelmed by all the emotions rising and pulsing in my chest that I don’t know what to do with them.
Part of me wants to scramble out of this sleeping bag and just run.
But that’s never going to happen, because I don’t know how I’m going to leave his side.
“You’ve stopped shaking,” he whispers against my hair .
“Uh-huh.” I nod, wishing he wasn’t so observant. He’s going to let me go in a second, and this will all be over.
But I don’t want that.
I love Grady against me. He feels right. Good.
Not just in that safety, comfort way, but… now that my body’s warming up, I’m starting to notice how good he feels in that sexy way.
The way that makes me want to thank him without words. I’ll still be using my lips, but I won’t be saying anything.
“I’ll get a fire started, and we’ll get you into some warm clothes. That’ll help.” Releasing me, he rolls onto his back, and I go with him, still not willing to let go. “Come on, Blake. I don’t want you getting cold again, and I need to get this fire started.”
I’ll start a fire for you. I’ll share some of this inferno raging in my body right now.
I wish I could say that to him, let him know just how much he affects me in all the right ways.
Tugging the sleeping back open, he exposes us to the cool air of the tent, and I know what I’m supposed to do. I’m supposed to slip off him and get my naked ass dressed. He’ll no doubt be a perfect gentleman and avert his gaze while he leaves the tent in his boxer shorts and…
That’s when I become fully aware of it.
I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before, but…
Shifting my hip, I confirm what I’m feeling and can’t help my lips from twitching.
“Blake,” he rasps, his voice strained as I gently grind myself against his erection.
And what an erection it is .
Holy shit, the boy is… well, he’s got himself a magnum.
Unable to stop myself, I grind against it again, wanting to shift so that broad, hard length can tease the soft yearning between my legs. I’m so fucking hot for him right now, there’s no way I can stop this.
He rolls onto his back, closing his eyes and gritting his jaw, and selfish bitch that I am, I roll right with him, lying over his body and nestling that impressive cock right between my legs. It’s impossible not to moan as a spike of pleasure drives right through me.
“Please,” he croaks. “You gotta move.” It’s taking so much effort for him to say those words to me, and I should seriously take pity on the guy and get off him.
So, I plant my hands on either side of his face. Straightening my arms, I stare down at him for a moment, my hair creating a curtain around us.
His brown eyes open, staring up at me. They’re dark with intensity as he obviously fights this battle… that I cannot let him win.
Because he’s being an idiot to deny this pull between us.
He won’t let me kiss his lips. I know if I try, he’ll pull away and tell me we can’t, so I spin my body around before he can stop me and brush my lips along his torso, then lick a line from his belly button to the edge of his tented box briefs.
“Blake…” He breathes my name when I skim my finger into his waistband.
But he doesn’t say no. He doesn’t jolt away or beg me to stop.
So I pull the fabric down, exposing his length. My eyes drink in this exquisite sight. It’s so long, the soft umber skin taut, sticking up from a pocket of tight black curls. His powerful thighs flinch as I skim my fingers around the base.
“Blake…” Now he’s rasping my name, and it’s impossible to stop my lips from twitching.
He wants me.
It’s so freaking obvious, and he needs to stop fighting this and just enjoy the ride.
Wrapping my fingers around his length, I give it a couple of delicate strokes, reveling in his croaky groans before suctioning my lips around his glistening head.