Chapter 14
They finished dinner, chatting about their week and things they could do together next week when they were taking their time off. He didn’t really care what they did if he got to spend it with her.
When they left the Round Up, he grabbed the backpack he’d brought in with him and carried it out to the car. He’d hoped to put it in Sierra’s car before going inside, but she hadn’t been responding to messages when he’d arrived, so he’d taken it inside with him after the kid had dropped him off. He wasn’t sure who the kid was other than some teenager who had seen the helicopter land on the high school football field and had gone to see what was going on. He’d noticed there was no one around to pick Blake up and offered to take him wherever he needed to go.
Blake had been worried about Sierra. It wasn’t like her to not respond to calls or texts. He was going to have the kid, whose name he should have asked, but he had been thinking about Sierra not being social.
When he’d spotted her little SUV in the parking lot of the Round Up, he’d asked the kid to drop him there, and found her so engrossed in what she was writing, she hadn’t even noticed him sitting across from her. Or Anna talking to him.
He admired that kind of focus. He had it, sometimes, though rarely recently. In some ways, he missed it. In others, not at all. He liked the way when he became focused on something, the world seemed to fall away until he never heard what was going on. But he didn’t miss that he’d felt the need to do it in order to get ahead.
He loved seeing Sierra focus so that the world fell away because he could tell by the way she talked about her writing that it was something she was passionate about. She loved writing and her stories, and it showed when she told him about it. He loved that she had something she felt that way about.
He would love to come anywhere near that level of interest for her, but it was too soon for that. Too soon to hope that she might be as drawn to him as he was to her.
If he kept coming every weekend, he’d have to rectify the transportation problem. He’d been hoping to hold off until he bought a place, but if he was coming to see Sierra, bumming rides would get inconvenient fast.
He sent a message to Spencer to see about having a vehicle delivered in Hawthorne and what he would need to do about storing it when he wasn’t here. He was stuffing his phone back into his bag when Sierra pulled into the garage at her place, then closed the door behind them.
“What did you have in mind for tonight? Do you have anything you need to get done tonight?” she asked as she took the key from the ignition and opened her door.
Blake exited the vehicle and followed her into the house and through the kitchen.
“I didn’t have anything in mind but spending the evening with you. What little I needed to get done, I did on the helicopter.”
“I’m sorry again that I didn’t notice you arriving.” She flushed.
Blake set his bag on the bar and moved closer, gently lifting her briefcase from her hand, and setting it on the counter next to his. Once she didn’t have anything in her hands to worry about, Blake tugged her into his arms and kissed her with all the pent-up desire he’d held in check while he watched her. Everything that had built in him while they’d had dinner and exchanged small talk about their respective weeks.
He didn’t like her thinking she owed him her time. It was one thing when he was paying her to show him homes, but not when it was their leisure time. She owed her personal time to no one. He would make sure she knew how much he appreciated every moment he spent with her, whether he was the center of her attention or not.
There was no resistance. Instead, Sierra seemed to melt against him. He turned until he had her back to the wall, then with one hand under her ass, lifted and pressed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his hips, letting him slide into the V of her thighs where the heat of her core drew a low moan from him.
A soft groan and her hips rolling against the length of his erection told him how much she liked what he was doing.
Their clothing didn’t seem to hinder them as Blake leaned into her, losing himself in her taste. Her fingers pushed into his hair. The tugging only made him want her more.
A growl ripped itself from his chest as he lifted her and leaned in to press her into the wall. He half expected Sierra to protest, but instead rolled her hips, crossed her ankles behind his back and clung to him as if trying to move him closer. To pull him into her skin.
He could go along with that idea. He wanted inside her, but not here. Not like this. Blake didn’t know how she drove him to such wild need that he found himself doing things like this. Things he never planned. Things he’d never done before.
What kind of gentleman pushed a lady against the wall and ravished her mouth? Still, Sierra didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she pressed him for more. He suspected that if he had a condom handy, she’d let him fuck her against the wall just like this.
He’d never done that before and while the idea would have horrified him previously, something about it seemed hot. He wondered if Sierra would go for it.
Maybe in the shower.
Just the thought of lifting Sierra against the wall of the shower and fucking her while the hot water poured down on them made his cock even harder than it already was. He lifted his head, breaking the kiss, and stared down into her face for a moment.
Sierra gazed up at him with dilated eyes, a flushed face and her hair messed enough that if he didn”t know better himself, he’d say she’d been recently fucked.
“Bedroom. Bed. Condom. I’m not prepared for the way you drive me crazy.”
“Sure.” A sultry smile curved her lips and made him want to kiss her again. “Put me down and let’s go.”
“Fuck no. Wrap your arms around me.” He didn’t give her time to argue, but instead braced his hands under her rear and carried her where he needed them to be.