Burned by Passion(49)
Kira spasmed, the motion vibrating everywhere that he touched her. “Blake...”
“Only if you mean it, baby,” he said, rocking deep inside her. Making her cry out with every circular motion of his hips. “Only if it’s true. You do love me, don’t you?”
“You know I do,” she moaned. His fingers in her hair tugged gently down so that her face was arched back and she could look up at him.
“Then say it.” He stopped moving, lodged inside her and his cock pulsating along with her quivering *. “For me. I need to hear you say it.”
She writhed against him, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Blake, please.”
“You want me to move?” he asked and she wriggled some more in assent, whimpering as her beautiful brown eyes stared up at his face hovering over hers. “Say the words, Kira.”
She had to let go. He wanted her to free herself from all that pain and self-doubt that came from being afraid to give herself to him completely. He felt it every time they made love; knew that even as her heart and body soared with him, she still held something back. Blake understood and he told himself that all she needed was that push to give her the belief that she was worth it. That this was real.
Kira was silent. All he could hear was her breathing, shallow and fast. Blake stared into her face and saw the shimmer of tears as she bit on her lip. She had to let go, Blake repeated to himself as he waited with his chest tightening. He’d never meant to confront her with it but after all that had happened today, he wanted her to be free. And this was the only way. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that she loved him, but she needed to say the words.
“I...oh god,” she panted, and then shook all over. “Blake...I love you. I love you so much it consumes me. And it scares me so much.” The words ended in a sob, and Blake grabbed hold of her face and kissed her, tasting the salt of her tears and moaning deep in his throat.
As he began to move once more inside her, she said the words again and again, right into his mouth as their lips bumped sweetly. He pushed himself into her, his brain buzzing as she took over his senses; made him feel deluged by the passion only she had ever evoked to such proportions inside him. Her sweet voice rang in his ears telling him over and over how he made her feel until she was almost screaming it. Blake slid his hand over her hip to find that button at the apex of her thighs. Grinding himself into her, he rubbed on her clit in rhythm with his thrusting while his other hand pinched sweetly on her nipple. Three more strokes of his cock inside her and she unraveled.
“Blake!” She bucked against him, every muscle she had convulsing around him.
“Scream my name,” he groaned, hips moving faster and faster.
“Blake! Oh f*ck, Blake!”
He’d never felt her come so hard. It was like being in a vibrating vice. He almost lost his mind. Her name was ripped from his throat in a roar as he spilled into her, erupting in a blast of pleasure. Her vaginal muscles milked every last drop of him and later he collapsed over her trembling body, clasping her tightly to him before he withdrew moments later.
By the time he gathered up enough strength to lift her in his arms and carry her to the bedroom, she was clutching tightly to his neck like she would never let go. He spread her over the sheets and she drew him close for a kiss that felt like a small taste of heaven. She pulled away to gaze up at him with eyes shining with emotion. “Thank you,” she breathed. “You’ve taught me so much. About love. About myself. I don’t want you to ever let me go.”
Grinning, he gently pushed the damp hair from her beautiful face that had the wonderful glow only expectant mothers could have. Blake cupped both sides of her head and placed his temple against her. “Oh no, my love. Definitely not ever going to let you go. I intend to ride this out to the end. Me, you and all the wonderful little patter of feet to come,” he vowed, and saw the answering smile break across her lips as she tugged him even closer for one more earth-tilting kiss.
Chapter Nineteen
Terry parked his car in front of the newspaper building where he worked, whistling softly. He’d just returned from chasing an important breaking news story that had to be ready to make the morning edition the following day. He felt good knowing he would have it written up and on his editor’s desk in record time. Even better were the exclusive pictures he’d managed to get. By tomorrow the whole city would be buzzing about the latest celebrity cheating scandal with enough evidence to counter any denials or lawsuits.
Grinning, Terry soon got to work at his desk in the half-filled newsroom. Once he was done, he’d meet a few pals for beers and steaks and have a blast. It was the weekend tomorrow and then he could really party; go to the club and hook up with something fine he could take home for the night.
It took barely an hour to have the article polished off. Terry was about to hand it in when he was summoned into his boss’s office. His boss, Vernon Patterson or V.P. as he was known was a no-nonsense kind of employer in his late forties with a smoothly bald head who put in his time as much as the lowliest of staff. He was well respected by all and Terry made it a point never to get on the older man’s bad side which he hadn’t so far. He hoped, added Terry to himself, as he regarded Patterson’s cool, unreadable demeanor.
“Good work, Terry. But don’t be running off just yet. There’s something I wanted to see you about.”