Chapter Sixteen
Her eyes scanned over him. He was large all over. The muscles in his legs, arms, chest, and stomach were all defined. The top half of his body was much darker than the lower half because he constantly took his shirt off outside.
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man. He was all rigid hills and valleys. His palms and fingers were callused from years of hard work, but she’d had a taste of how gentle those hands could be.
She could feel the heat of desire rise in her core, and her cheeks turned pink under the heat of his gaze. “I need you,” she murmured in a passion-filled honeyed tone. Her tone had an edge of desperation that she didn’t try to hide.
“And you’ll get me,” he promised. “As soon as I taste every part of your body.”
She groaned in frustration and tried to pull him up her body, but it was like trying to move a mountain.
He continued to kiss her neck, moving down slowly, not wanting to miss any part of her. All the while, his hand slid over her body, leaving heat in its wake and completely dominating her senses.
Finally, he slid his hand between her thighs. Her breath stuttered in her chest, and then she moaned and opened her legs to give his fingers better access.
The way he forced his long, blunt-tipped fingers into her drove her to another level of passion she’d never been to before, pushing a pulsating wave of desire low into her pelvis, overtaking her senses and almost overwhelming her.
Moments passed as he seemed to learn her body and what made her feel good, while she touched every part of him she could reach.
When she started begging again, he finally moved over her, covering her with his large body.
He slowly and carefully sank into her, giving them both what they needed because they were hot and mindless with need and the desire to become one entity.
Blake whispered words of desire and love as he drove into her at an even, slow pace.
The feeling of being whole overcame her as they stared into each other’s eyes for long moments, coming together for the first time.
Blake cupped the back of her head with one hand, and the other went to her hip to hold her steady. He thrust in as far as he could go before sliding out. This went on for several minutes, and it wasn’t long before their bodies demanded satisfaction.
She felt her body tighten as he started to drive into her in fast, deep lunges.
Within a few minutes, he had urged her over the precipice and followed her shortly after. She vaguely heard his deep guttural moan mix with her scream of completion to fill the room.
For long hours, they stayed wrapped in each other. Sometimes they dozed, and others they talked about themselves, wanting to learn everything they could about each other. His hands never left her body.
Blake checked his phone when he came back from the bathroom, wearing his boxers and nothing else.
She caught his smile. “What?”
“Dottie left dinner in the warmer and dessert in the fridge. She said she’d be gone for the rest of the night, and we had the house to ourselves.”
“Although I’m a little embarrassed, I like the idea that we have some time alone right now.”
Blake pulled on a pair of sweatpants and handed her his shirt. He helped her button it, rolled up the sleeves, then took her hand and led her down to the kitchen.
He always took such good care of her, ensuring she was comfortable and had enough food. It seemed like she fell a little more in love with him every day, and the day before, she always felt it would be impossible to feel as deeply as she did about him.
That night, they lay in bed, and he was spooning her back, his arm lying over her waist.
She was happier than she ever thought she could be. If you’d asked her a few months ago if Blake would be the answer to her well-being, she would have scoffed.
Now she couldn’t see herself with anyone else besides him.
She thanked God for every minute they had together, and she wouldn’t let anything get in the way of that.