Chapter 14
fourteen
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HONOR
Spending Kelly’s bachelorette party going tequila shot for tequila shot with her had seemed like a great idea at the time, and it had been fun up until about twenty minutes ago, when I’d crossed the line from fun-time party girl to uninhibitedly horny in the space of a couple of shots.
I pushed to my feet at the table. “Gals, I’m out! Have a good night!” I shouted, even though they were all right there in front of me and the music in the bar really wasn’t that loud.
“No, no, no, no, nooooo!” Kelly said, her fingers locking around my wrist in a serious vice grip for someone so tiny. “You can’t leave yet!”
Reyna rolled her eyes. “If she wants to be a buzzkill, let her go.” She waved her hand dismissively in my direction.
“Yeah, let me go,” I said to Kelly, while staring Reyna down. “I’ve pumped myself full of tequila and now I’m ready to climb Mt. Blake.”
Reyna’s eyes narrowed, and Kelly burst into a fit of drunken giggles.
“I’m perfectly happy with the Hudson hike I’ve got going on, but you do you, girl!”
I reached over and wrapped her up in a hug. “I hope you have a great night and thanks for inviting me.”
She pushed to her feet so fast, she nearly took us both down as we swayed too far the other way. “Thank you for coming! I’m so glad you’re here. Blake deserves someone as amazing as you, Honor.”
We were like two drunk girls in a nightclub bathroom, but I didn’t care. Kelly was sweet and genuine and it made me sad that when this trip and this job with Blake were over that I might never see her again. I wasn’t so delusional that I believed one illicit kiss with Blake was going to turn into something more. Reyna had screwed him up so badly that he was allergic to commitment at this point. But given we’d already crossed that physical line with that one toe-curling kiss, surely a night of hot sex that no one could ever find out about wouldn’t kill us.
Never having his mouth on mine again might, though.
I patted Kelly’s shoulder and lowered her back to her seat before she could fall.
“I’ll see you ladies in the morning!”
One of the other women gave an epic whoop as the bartender arrived again with their next round. I squinted to where I was pretty sure the exit was.
The walk back through the resort sobered me a little, the ocean breeze brushing against my skin and clearing my head. Not enough that I wasn’t having serious midnight munchie cravings. I’d sell my right foot for a double cheeseburger if someone happened to walk by with an offer. And why wouldn’t they accept my offer? It was a great foot and looked superb in a stiletto.
I stomped through the door of the suite hoping I’d find Blake asleep in the bed where I could crawl on top of him and cover his mouth with mine before I had a chance to second guess myself.
Only the suite was dark and empty.
Damn it, he was still raging at the bachelor party.
I figured I should sit down and take off my shoes or maybe flop down on the bed and stare at the ceiling, but my limbs refused to move. So instead I stood in the dark like a tipsy fool, admiring the way the moon hit the ocean through the window.
I jolted in surprise when the lock pinged on the front door behind me and Blake strode in, the light flooding in from the walkway.
He dropped his key on the table by the door. “Honor? Why are you standing in the dark?”
Not quite the romantic, panty-tingling opening line I’d been hoping for, but I didn’t care because he was here.
The door shut behind him, plunging us back into darkness.
“Honor?” He came towards me, concern lacing his voice. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”
I shook my head, only in the dark he must have missed it, and his hands were on my body before my tipsy brain could catch up, checking me for injuries.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m just standing here thinking. It’s a hard task, apparently.”
His hands paused in their search of my body, but he didn’t remove them, and I didn’t hate it one bit.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked, his voice turning from worried to deep and inviting, making my stomach tighten.
“I can’t decide what I want to take off first, my dress or my shoes.”
There was a long beat of silence.
“I can help with that.”
His hands slowly smoothed over my shoulders and down my back, his fingers trailing along my spine until his palms were sliding over my ass. He dipped lower, running his hands all the way down the backs of my legs until he was crouched in front of me.
I gripped his shoulder for balance as he took my ankle and lifted it, sliding the shoe from my foot. His fingers brushing over my skin made me shiver, then he switched to the other side, doing the same.
He tossed my shoes gently to the side, then paused, the moonlight slanting outside the window highlighting his dark eyes as he stared up at me.
“Now I need to take off my dress,” I said, my voice just above a whisper.
My heart rate ratcheted several notches as his hands slid slowly up my ankles, my calves, brushing over my thighs, inching higher until he reached the split hem of my dress. He glided the fabric up to my hips, pushing to his feet. His eyes searched mine, asking for permission, and when I nodded, he gently slid the dress up over my head until I was standing naked in front of him.
“Fuck.”
He tossed my dress across the room, then rubbed a hand over his face like the sight physically pained him.
We stared at each other for several moments, his expression tortured. Our heavy breaths were the only sound in the darkness.
“Fuck it.” Blake rushed at me, his hands in my hair and his mouth was on mine in a heartbeat, our bodies slamming together. My own hands gripped the back of his shirt at his waist, tugging him closer and steadying myself at the same time.
His tongue caressed mine, lighting up my insides with every stroke and sending heat pooling in my core.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Honor,” he muttered. “I haven’t been able to think about anything but touching you for days.”
I smiled against his mouth. “I’ve been picturing you naked since the day we met.”
With a groan, he gripped my thighs and lifted me off my feet, our mouths fused. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried us into his bedroom, throwing me down on the bed.
God, I wanted this so badly. If this was a dream, I prayed nobody would wake me up.
Reaching for his belt, I tugged it free, making fast work of his zipper. He unbuttoned his shirt, ripping it from his shoulders, then shoving off his pants. I’d seen his body by the pool almost every day, but now, when I was allowed to admire it as much as I wanted, my breath caught. He really was a damn Adonis.
He tugged off his boxers, sliding them down his legs, his giant cock springing free. It was long and thick, so big my thighs snapped together at the thought of it thrusting inside me.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said, his hard body sliding over mine, his hand caressing my breast. “And I’ve never wanted to devour somebody so badly.”
I gripped the back of his head, pulling his mouth to mine and kissing him with so much heat I turned myself on. Blake swore, his erection pressing hard between us.
His mouth slid to my throat, kissing and nipping and sucking at my collarbone and down between my breasts.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against my skin.
His mouth moved to my nipple, pulling it between his teeth, his tongue swirling and sucking and teasing until I was a writhing mess. Just when I was close to tipping over the edge, he pulled away, moving to the other side to do the same, flooding my core with liquid heat.
“Blake…” His name fell from my lips as he kissed his way down my stomach, stopping just below my navel.
“Yeah, baby? Tell me how you want it. Tell me every dirty thing you want me to do to you.”
The strait-laced, emotionally-stunted stickler had a mouth on him in the bedroom.
I gripped the sheets, twisting them between my fingers. This night was going to ruin us both. We’d probably wake in the morning unable to look each other in the eye. For him, it would be because he was still in love with his ex. And for me, because I’d crossed the line with a client. I was being monumentally stupid right now, throwing away everything I’d built for one night with a man who had a proven history of shutting down and avoiding relationships.
But at this moment I couldn’t find it within myself to care.
I wasn’t going to tell him to stop. Not when my entire body felt like it was on fire with need, and he hadn’t even been inside me yet. Let future Honor deal with the consequences of these reckless, drunken actions.
Tonight, I wanted to feel good.
“I want you,” I panted, desperate to have his hands or his mouth on me again.
“You’ve got me, baby. All night long,” he said, gaze trained on me as his head dipped between my legs, his warm breath caressed my skin right before his mouth descended and I lost all trace of rational thought.
My back arched off the bed, as his tongue swirled around my clit, sucking, licking, tasting, making me moan so loud the whole hotel could surely hear it. But I didn’t care. All I cared about was the man with the magic tongue between my legs.
Why hadn’t we been doing this for days?
He flicked his tongue against my clit, and I sucked in a breath. He did it a second time, swirling and flicking his tongue over and over, and I practically levitated off the bed, my orgasm building so hard and fast it made my eyes water.
He moved faster, changing the pressure and intensity, until an orgasm tore through me like a rocket. I screamed his name, gripping the sheets. Pleasure crashed through me, but Blake didn’t stop or even slow his strokes, lapping at me until he’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from my body.
“Jesus,” I panted, trying to catch my breath.
He smirked in satisfaction as he climbed onto the bed beside me.
He could smirk all he wanted when he’d just given me one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. Trying to form a coherent thought was hard right now and that was only from his mouth. What the hell would his giant cock be like?
Not wanting to wait a minute longer to find out, I reached between his legs, stroking him. He laid back on the bed.
“I’m going to come in your hand like a teenager if you keep doing that.”
I smiled. “So, do it.”
He reached down the side of the bed, fumbling for his pants before pulling out a condom. Tearing it open with his teeth, he removed my hand to slide it on then moved to roll on top of me.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I tsked, pushing his shoulder and rolling him onto his back. “I want to go for a ride.”
Blake didn’t take his eyes off me as I positioned him at my entrance. I slid down, slowly sinking onto him, both of us moaning as he filled me.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”
That word again— baby . The sound of it coming from his mouth—the same mouth that had just devoured me—had me pushing up on my knees so he slowly slid out before I buried him deep inside me again.
“Fuck!” His head fell back, every muscle in his body pulling taut. “Do it again. Honor, baby, do it again.”
The satisfaction of making such a strong, powerful man beg, to have him at my mercy this way, turned me on to no end. I rose up slightly, rocking my hips until his cock buried so deep my head spun.
He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, as I rode him.
“You feel so fucking good, baby, don’t stop,” Blake groaned, thrusting up to meet me.
We moved in unison, and it wasn’t long before we were both panting, drenched in sweat and riding the edge of orgasm. I moaned his name over and over as he thrust inside me, hitting just the right spot.
“Blake, don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
His hands dropped to my ass, and he rocked me deeper against him, our bodies moving together. The pressure inside me built, my entire body pulling taut until I exploded a second time, liquid heat spreading through me.
Blake swore, thrusting hard once, twice, three times, his fingers tightening on my waist before he came hard.
He blew out several long breaths, then he pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me, both of us panting hard.
“That was incredible. You’re incredible,” he murmured against my hair.
I nodded. Because it had been incredible, possibly the best I’d ever had.
Which meant I was more than screwed.