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“Mmm?” That I have zero self-control?

He leans down to grasp the ankles of my yoga pants. And—whoosh—they disappear, along with my scruples. My shirt meets the same fate a second later. Blake props himself onto his elbows over my body. He puts his face between my breasts and sighs. Nudging my bra out of the way with his chin, he takes my nipple into his mouth suddenly and sucks on it with soft lips.

I gasp, my back arching unbidden.

“You know what this means,” he says again, unclasping my bra. “It means we’re going out for real.”

Chapter 24

Driving Under the Influence of Orgasms

Jess

It takes a second for me to process the words, because Blake’s hungry lips have attacked my other breast. “Wait. What?” I demand.

He releases me with a wet pop. “You. Me. We’re a thing if I do you in my bed.”

“Says who?” My words are tough, but I’ve heated up faster than the top-of-the-line stove I spotted in his spiffy kitchen.

“Says me. My bed is a temple. It’s reserved for solo spanks. And girlfriends.”

Blake licks a hot stripe between my breasts, and I shiver uncontrollably. Damn him. He can’t drop a girlfriend bomb while licking me all over. It’s impossible to concentrate.

“Just close your eyes, Jessie. We’ll talk deets later.”

What deets could we possibly need to go over? I’m not his girlfriend, and I’m not—oh wow. His tongue is working my nipple now, and it’s pure heaven. Soft flicks and gentle kisses that make my toes curl into the mattress. And his warm palm is traveling down my stomach, tickling my mound, cupping my aching core.

I moan when the heel of his hand applies delicious pressure to my clit. Okay. He’s right. We can save the talking for later. It’s impossible to multitask when he’s touching me. When he’s sliding down my body and planting greedy kisses on my inner thighs.

“Better than ice cream,” he rasps against my sensitive flesh, his tongue coming out to tickle my clit. “So much sweeter, baby.” Then he captures the little bud between his lips and sucks hard enough to make me cry out.

“Oh my God,” I choke. My fingers tangle in his hair, keeping him trapped between my thighs. “Keep doing that.”

His laughter vibrates through my body. He continues to suckle me while one finger teases my folds, circling my opening until finally, slowly, slipping inside. I gasp in delight and rock against him. He’s rocking too, I realize. He’s all but fucking the mattress as he licks and sucks and groans.

My eyelids flutter open, and I see the taut concentration in his features as he pleasures me. The flush on his cheeks. The restless shift of the hips he’s grinding into the mattress.

I bunch his hair between my fingers and tug his head up. “Get on your back.”

“Not done with you,” he mumbles.

“Trust me.”

His eyes gleam as he shifts onto his side. Then he grins and rolls over, propping his hands behind his head and awaiting my next move.

The ache between my legs is unbearable, making it difficult to move. I order my shaky limbs to cooperate and climb onto his muscular body, twisting around so that my butt is wiggling in his face and his massive erection is at eye level with me.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “Yeah, babe, that’s what I like to see.”

Two big hands cup my ass and pull me down onto his face. When his tongue glides over me, I almost come on the spot.

Taking a breath, I grasp his cock in one hand and lower my mouth to its engorged head. I give a tiny lick, then breathe out, “Better?”

His response is a hungry growl punctuated by the brush of his tongue on my clit.

I wrap my lips around him and suck gently, the salty flavor of him tickling my tongue and heating my blood. He tastes delicious. He’s thick and hard and throbbing in my mouth, and it’s the hottest thing in the whole damn world.

I don’t know how long we lie in this position, torturing each other with greedy licks and deep sucks, but just as the first tingles of orgasm warm the base of my spine, Blake abruptly yanks me off him and flips me over.

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