Bait (Wake, #1)(103)

“I am ready, Casey. I'm ready now.” Her voice sounded seductively deprived.

I lowered myself to kiss directly on the bare flesh above her pink *. *. If she said that word, then I'd have no choice but to cave. I'd probably cave anyway, because this power I had over her was heady. It always was.

Blake in the throes of passion was always a precious sight, but Blake being submissive and obeying my will was nirvana. Not often over our history had we played with the roles much, always too rushed to take our time. Although, there were times in the heat of an argument, she'd yield to me when she knew her body had sided with mine. That time in Atlanta, she would have done anything I told her even though she was a little afraid.

Thinking about her like that only served to chip away at my tenacity and so I continued my onslaught.

I licked at her swollen skin and sank my rigid tongue through her, diving in, giving it one long taste.

“You taste so sweet, honeybee,” I said against her skin in between kisses.

She was bare, precisely how I’d liked. Smooth and silky. Nothing to hide her away from me.

What I’d said wasn't all for show to drive her crazy. I‘d done my research, too. Certified by the University of Blake. She'd always reacted to me telling her how much I loved her *.

She wasn't that vocal, but let me tell you something real about what true amazing was. The way Blake smelled, felt, tasted, and looked when she'd clench up tight in the face of a climax. Amazing. I’d prayed almost every day that I was the only man who'd ever really seen it.

So, I didn't continue with my worship. She’d tip over the edge too soon. I only gave her enough to reinforce my torture.

“Touch me,” she panted. “Please, Casey. Please.”

So the begging was a dick-wagger. She was right. My cock twitched hearing her say my name. Who was I really torturing? If I made it five more minutes, then I’d have been lucky.

Her hands found my head, void of the hair, which she loved to touch. I couldn't deny that feeling her skin on my skin wasn't a new sensation I liked. I loved hearing her say she’d missed my hair, knowing the reason I cut the shit off was because I couldn’t stop feeling her hands run through it in my sleep.

She embraced me and pulled my head in closer to her center, attempting to give herself relief.

I reached for her hands with one of mine and held them together above my head, tight to her flat belly.

“Don't you get it yet?” I whimpered, in between wide licks up her cleft. “I've got you. Right now, your mine. Let me keep you for a few more minutes. Even if it is just on this ledge.”

It was then I slipped a finger past my mouth and slid it into her and she moaned. Still not fighting the hold that I had on her hands.

“Casey, I need you. I need yoooouu,” she groaned, losing control of her body. “Please. Make love to me. Please, I can't take it any longer.”

Yes, my sweet honeybee, that is exactly what I’m going to do. Make. Love. To. You.

I climbed up the bed, released her hands and they went straight to my back. Her grip sinking into my muscles, her fingers fitting perfectly between my ribs.

So in tune with her, I didn't even waste the thought on guiding myself into her. My body was educated in hers. Her body was searching for mine between us. Squirming up with her pelvis, her greedy sex found me.

We could find each other with our hands tied behind our backs.

I pushed into her and she came apart the very second my hips rocked into hers.

My God, I thought.

Then my lips said, “My God.”

All complex thoughts were gone.

She quaked and seized around me and I felt a slickness that could boost any man's ego ten-fold. Yes, in fact she did come and I could feel it.

I ground against her as she rode me from the bottom through her pleasure. Then a carnal male drive took over and consideration was simply a thing of ten minutes ago.

My fists balled the sheets under the pillow she laid on, and my other hand held her hip as I set a punishing rhythm, losing any precious control I thought I had.

Her hands were everywhere, gripping my back and grasping my shoulders like she couldn't get a good enough hold on me. My hand slid under her ass and lifted her to an angle that sent fire up my spine.

“Ah, I want you to come again, Blake. Can you do that for me?” I hissed air through my teeth, feeling my back starting to tense and my ab muscles beginning an all too familiar twitch. “I want to come inside you while you're screaming my name.”

Her center clenched and then I brought my hand between us and ran my hand over her quickly, parting my fingers around where we met. She came off the bed, her arms around me tight and the force pushed me back onto my heels.

My words and my ejaculation came at the same time.

“God, you’re here. Ah, f*ck, Blake. Fuck, Blake!” We held on to each other so tight, chest to chest, hanging on for dear life.



I lay there that night, with the whole world in my arms. Biting my tongue to keep from telling her how much I loved her again. It was all I had, but it never felt like enough. I thought about it and came to the conclusion that that was what love was. Never having enough of something. Always wanting more. Being greedy with your heart.

The wind blew in through the long, sheer curtains from the north and it ran across the flowers in the garden out back. The scent reminded me of why she was here. Reminded me of what I'd lost.