Hardwired (The Hardwired Series 1)(37)

“You’re turning me into a wanton harlot,” I said, feeling my entire body come alive with a different kind of awakening.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

He growled into my neck where he kissed and sucked, the vibration rippling through me. With one hand he caught my ankle and wrapped my leg around his waist, and with his other, massaged the tender flesh between my legs.

“God, you’re already soaked.”

“I can’t help it, Blake. You do this to me.” I leaned into the strokes of his hand.

“I’m just getting started, baby.”

He took my mouth as he pressed two fingers inside me, mimicking the motion of his fingers with his tongue, reducing me to a quivering mess. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his shoulder. My breath ragged and my heart pounding wildly, I held on as an orgasm ripped through me.

He pulled out of me slowly. “I need to get a condom. I wasn’t expecting to f*ck you for breakfast.”

I giggled a little at the expression, delusional and hungry for more of him all at once. “We don’t need to, if you don’t want.”

“Trust me, I want to f*ck you for breakfast.”

“No, the condom, I mean. I’m on the pill.”

His silence sobered me momentarily. I tried to backtrack. “I’m sorry, it’s fine, I just assumed.” Shit, way to kill the moment.

“No, it’s not that. I trust you. I just haven’t ever not used one.”

“Forget it, I’m sorry.” Most guys complained about wearing them, but I felt even safer knowing he always did.

“Stop apologizing to me, Erica,” he said harshly.

I bit my lip, waiting to see where this would take us.

“Good girl,” he said in a low predatory tone.

He divested me of his T-shirt, revealing my bare chest. His eyes darkened. Before I knew it, he’d moved us to the living room, setting me on his lap so I straddled him naked on the long cream couch. I gave him a slow, lazy kiss, taking his glasses off and placing them safely on the table behind us.

Blake lowered the band of his pants below his hips, freeing his cock, which in the bright daylight of the room looked more impressive than ever, thick and virile, waiting for me. I slid onto my knees and closed my lips around the lush head and fluttered tiny licks over the sensitive tip before taking him farther into my mouth. I sucked him greedily, forgetting myself as I worshipped him, until Blake’s grip on my hair tightened, stilling me.

“Get on top of me,” he ordered.

I shivered and my skin grew warm. The physical reaction I had to the demand was unmistakable. Slick with anticipation, I obeyed and climbed up. I slid onto him with painstaking restraint, wanting to appreciate this new state. Nothing between us, he stretched me inch by delicious inch until he rooted inside me.

As I sheathed him, he caught my face in his hands and kissed me hard. When he pulled back his breath was rough. He slid a finger down my cheek and over my collarbone, grazing my over-sensitive nipple and finally resting on my hip where he held me possessively. He looked up and held me in his gaze.


“You’re so beautiful.”

The intensity in his eyes leveled me. My chest tightened. I was in too deep with Blake, but I didn’t care, not when he was inside me, touching me, looking at me this way. I couldn’t escape how he made me feel.

I answered with a subtle swivel of my hips. With one arm he circled them, holding me in place as he changed his angle and thrust upwards, ramming hard giving me more of himself. I stilled at the jolt of pain that came when he hit the end of me. The slight discomfort quickly gave way to the pleasure when he massaged tiny circles over my clit.

A fine mist swept over my skin as he pumped into me—steady and determined motions that made me momentarily forget my advantage in our present position. I met his movements, rolled into them until Blake loosened his hold, gradually giving me control. His hands flexed anxiously at my hips.

“Trust me,” I whispered. Tightening around him, I scored my nails lightly down his chest and kissed him feverishly, sharing every breath that brought us to the brink, where we fell apart, together, never looking away from each other.





* * *

Between last night and this morning’s exertions, I was exhausted. I fell asleep on the couch after breakfast. When I woke hours later, he was sitting on the other couch, his shiny black laptop resting on his thighs. He was a different Blake from this morning, fully dressed and looking intensely at the screen, typing with expert speed.

“I thought you didn’t work at home,” I said, stretching out.

“Just doing a little research.” He didn’t look up.

“What kind of research?”

He closed the laptop and set it to the side, his expression softening when our eyes met. “I think I found him,” he said quietly.

“Who?”

He folded his hands in his lap.

Oh God. My stomach turned, threatening my breakfast. My thoughts were still foggy from sleep and now reeled as I processed what Blake had just told me.

“How?” I sat up straight and tried to shake the cobwebs.

“I pulled the transaction records from the restaurant. Specifically the bar. I narrowed it down pretty easily from there based on his age and alma mater.”

“I don’t even want to know how you did that,” I said. This was too much. He’d gone too far.