Love Restored (Gallagher Brothers #1)(33)



Blake straightened. “Your dick is pierced?” How had she not felt it when she’d rubbed up against him? And now, all she could think about was his dick and what it looked like with the piercing…and how f*cking amazing it would feel inside her.

“Yeah, most of the Gallaghers do. And now I’m done talking about my brothers’ junk. Got any piercings of your own?”

Blake shook her head as she pulled on her earlobe where she had a simple stud. “Not right now. I’ve had a lot of piercings over the years—nipples, clitoral hood, nose, tongue, brow, all that, but I’ve since taken them out.” She shrugged. “I know it’s a good policy to have them as a kind of resume to those who come in, but I rotate them in and out. Right now, they’re out.”

He stared at her intently. “I’d have liked to see them.”

She licked her lips. “Maybe one day.” She needed to calm herself before she jumped him. So, of course, her mind went in the opposite direction. “What other piercings do you have?”

“Just the one,” he replied. “Thinking about getting my nipples pierced, but I’m not getting any younger.”

Blake rolled her eyes. “You’re not ninety, and even then, whatever. You’re still firm and built, Graham. And you’re not a woman who has to worry about gravity like that. Of course, even then, I’d say f*ck it and pierce those suckers when they point to the ground. They’re your nipples, you know. But when you want yours done, just come in.” She shook her finger at him. “No one pierces you but me. I’m proprietary.”

“You and Maya both.” He leaned over the table between them and kissed her, not too hard, not too soft. “Got it, Blake. My nipples are yours.” He pulled back and let his gaze linger on her breasts. “Now about your nipples...”

She couldn’t help it, she laughed. “Is that a line?”

Graham smiled wide. “You like it?”

Her nipples, now once again receiving his attention, pebbled against her very thin bra. Little traitors.

“I’ve heard better,” she breathed. Okay, she needed to get into the game here. She was going to have sex with Graham tonight; that much was clear. But she didn’t usually let the guy have full control. She couldn’t allow that, no matter how much she might want to let go and have someone take care of her for a little bit.

She couldn’t afford to have that kind of peace.

Not anymore.

Graham stood then, moving around the table so he was right in front of her. He took her by her chin, grabbed her fingers with his other hand, and forced her to stand. She might have protested, but she couldn’t, not with Graham, not right then.

“I like control in bed, Blake,” Graham growled. “I need it. I’m not talking dominant and submissive, but I need to be the one showing you where I need you so I can make you feel, make you come, make you forget to think. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can let me have the reins if only for the night? And maybe for more nights afterward? I’ll never tell you what to do out of bed. But in bed? In bed, I want you to give yourself to me.”

She let out a shaky breath. “That’s not me, Graham.” She met his gaze, saw the heat in his eyes. “You’re going to have to work for it. I’ll…let you in, but you have to know I’m not easy.”

“Good,” he growled. “I didn’t think you were the first time I saw you, and I like the fact that you’re going to make this fun and so f*cking amazing.” He cupped her face and leaned closer. “I want you, Blake. Can I have you?”

“If you have to ask, then who is in control?”

He kissed her then, hard. “Because no matter how much I want it, without it freely given, it’s not control at all.” He closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers. Her heart beat quickly, her breaths coming in pants from just his mere presence. Of course, there was nothing ‘mere’ about him. “I’m going to f*ck you, Blake. And you better f*ck me back just as hard.”

“You got it, Gallagher,” she said on a laugh, then gasped as he slid his hand behind the waistband of her leggings and under her panties.

“So f*cking wet,” he growled. “I’m going to f*ck you with my fingers in my kitchen then take you to my bed so I can eat you out. I want to lick every inch of you while you ride my face. Then I want to f*ck you from behind, my hands digging into your hips as I go so deep, neither of us can catch our breath. And when I come, I want you to come, too, your * clenching my cock until I’m spent and you’re a pile of limbs on the bed. What do you say to that, Blake? Can you come for me?” He growled the last words again as he speared her with his fingers, his thumb pressing hard against her clit.

She came for him, instantly, her body shaking. She’d have come from his words alone, the feeling of his growl along her skin. Add in his fingers, his touch, and she was a goner. She dug her nails into his biceps, her head thrown back as she tried to catch her breath. Graham latched on to her neck, licking, sucking, biting.

“You’re f*cking beautiful when you come,” he said softly before sliding his hand out of her pants. He cupped the back of her neck with his free hand, forcing his gaze to hers. “Part those pretty lips for me.” When she parted her mouth on a breath, he slid his wet finger along her lips before pulling away to suck her juices off each finger. Throughout it all, his gaze never left hers.

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