Wildest Dreams (Thunder Point #9)(78)

“Are you starving?” he asked.

A little laugh against his lips escaped her. “Oh, yes,” she said. “But I think dinner can wait.”

With those words he pressed harder against her, pushing into her, and it felt so good she wanted to cry. But he wasn’t giving her any time to think about it. He pushed her off his lap, stood and led her by the hand to his bedroom. She only had time for a glance around before he was on her lips again; that one glance showed her the bed was ready, the comforter folded back and out of the way. The fireplace was lit and a small lamp cast dim shadows around the room.

And Blake put his arms around her, drawing her to him. He slid his warm hands under her sweater and his sure and skilled fingers caressed her, bringing her longing alive. Her sweater was pulled off and tossed away; the lacy bra followed. His shirt disappeared and he held her, chest to chest, skin to skin, hungrily devouring her mouth. He kissed his way down her neck and chest to take a nipple into his mouth and gently tug. With her hands in his hair, she held him there. Her head dropped back and she whispered, “Never stop...”

That brought a lusty chuckle from him and he lifted his head. He pushed her back on the bed and undressed her the rest of the way, boots first, then those tight little jeans. When she was down to a lacy thong, he stopped to just gaze at her a moment. “Good Lord,” he whispered. He sat on the bed beside her and ran a curious finger around the front of the thong, following that finger with a soft kiss, a little lick.

And then he quickly stripped and joined her on the bed, pulling her into his arms.

Against his naked body, she gave herself over to him, trusting, thrilled by every touch. She explored him with her hands while he made a slow, luxurious study of her body with his lips and fingers. She was so lost in the moment she wasn’t even aware he’d searched in his drawer for a condom until he was rolling it on. And then he was kneeling between her spread legs, finding the way home. Slow and deep, he possessed her.

She let out a low moan and closed her eyes. He was still, filling her. Unmoving, his breath came a little faster. Then he moved, slowly at first, teasing her, bringing the wave of pleasure that was rising and rising in her. She held her breath, her knees bending as she pushed back against him, stroke for stroke, panting, and in no time at all the dam broke and she was sailing away. She grabbed him, holding him tightly inside, the spasms so deliriously, wildly good she felt temporarily blinded, whispering his name over and over.

He was on her lips, kissing her deeply, lovingly, while his body gave back to her what she’d given him. Her arms around him, holding him close, she felt the pulsing pleasure of his climax.

Then they were still. Lovers, breathing fast, clinging to each other, exchanging small kisses, whispering, smiling, laughing a little.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“Better than that. I thought it might be awkward.”

“Not awkward,” he said. “Almost practiced. Perfect.”

“Did we make love for hours?” she asked.

He laughed. “Minutes.”

“I think I passed out.”

“No, you didn’t. You were with me all the way. You’re beautiful.” He ran his hands through her hair, spreading it out on his pillow. “I’m going to want more of you.”

“Ooooh, just the mention...” She could feel her insides tighten at the mere suggestion and she was game for more.

And he hummed his agreement.

* * *

Dinner was very late and the vegetables had lost their crispness in the warm oven. “I’ll have to try to impress you with my cooking another time,” Blake said.

“I think I was the one who said dinner could wait, but I admit, I wasn’t thinking about the food at all.”

“I approve,” he said, reaching out and stroking her cheek with a knuckle. He couldn’t stop touching her, couldn’t allow very much space between them.

He had offered her a robe but she asked for a soft, roomy T-shirt. She sat, quite comfortably, at the table with one slim leg bent up at the knee, her foot on the chair. It gave him enormous pleasure that she was so at ease, both with him and in his house.

They had made love twice and he hoped there would be at least one more time. “Stay with me tonight,” he said.

“All night?” she asked.

“Please. There won’t be very many nights that’s possible.”

“What if we don’t sleep well together?”

“I’m not worried about that at all. I’m a little worried we won’t sleep at all because we’re drugged with sex.” He felt a shiver run through him. She was amazing. Unexpectedly erotic and free. “I admit, I hadn’t expected you to trust me enough to...”

“I completely lost control,” she said, briefly glancing away.

He touched her hand. “Don’t be shy with me,” he said. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. You’re a dream come true.”

“A dream come true in the sack?” she teased.

“There, too.”

And soon they were back in bed, making love again, more slowly this time, experimenting a little, trying a little variety, finding the fit always perfect, the satisfaction impossibly great.

And then he held her in his arms and whispered to her, telling her he had never expected to meet someone like her, to find a woman he couldn’t imagine ever being parted from at this stage in his life. “Tell me a little more about your life before Charlie.”