Page 10 of Some Like It Hot

I make a noncommittal sound.

“He didn’t overcompensate?”

Not even close. He accused me of being too wet, and that’s why he kept falling out during sex. For the record, I wasn’t even damp by that point because he was so rude about the whole thing. But I didn’t even tell Luna and Dani the truth about what happened. Luna would have been outraged and Dani would have been sad and it wasn’t that important in the end. I just chalked it up to a night that could have been better spent and moved on. After throwing my teddy bear in the washing machine.

“Why does it matter?” I ask.

“Because you deserve to be worshiped in bed.” He takes a step forward and cups my cheek, gaze drifting over my lips.

Well, yes, please..

I turn my flashlight feature off and shove my phone back in my purse so my hands are free. “I one hundred percent agree with you,” I murmur, grateful for my heels as I slip my arms around his neck. “Know anyone who is up for the job?”

Blake responds by kissing me.

It’s not a questing, tender kiss.

It’s dominating and demanding and rough.

It’s him laying possession to my mouth, tongue sweeping between my lips to tangle hotly with my own.

Immediately, I’m lost.

His hands are cupping my cheeks as we grapple with each other in a sexy tussle for control. I lose, instantly. He has me backed against the wall, hands above my head before I can even blink. I gasp, already out of breath, already wet and aching, already desperately wishing I wasn’t wearing fucking shapewear under my dress.

“Your mouth is so fucking perfect,” he says, pressing another hard kiss on me.

Then he nips at my bottom lip like he can’t stop himself, like he wants to consume me. The roughness of his beard is only heightening my awareness of how close he is to me. I can feel his hardness pressing against my middle as he palms first one breast, then the other, teasing his thumb over my nipples beneath my dress. He tries to take the neckline down for better access as he runs his lips over the swell of my breast, but it doesn’t budge. I’m poured into this skintight son of a bitch, and there is no wiggle room.

“God, your fucking body,” he growls. “I want to rip this dress off you and taste and touch every single inch of you.”

I want that too.

He smells like the woods. I don’t know how that’s possible, but he does. He smells like he just chopped a week’s worth of firewood before bathing in a spring river. It feels like I’ve fallen into a fantasy where the rough lumberjack stumbles upon the naked virgin washing her clothes in the river and she is torn between running away and letting him have his way with her.

Only I’m no virgin and I know exactly what I want. And it’s not running away.

I moan softly. “Fuck me,” I beg breathlessly. “Now.”

I’m never shy about telling men what I want and need, but it’s crazy how fast he’s shot me from zero to ninety.

“No condom,” he says, shaking his head.

“No, God, no,” I say in disappointment, letting my head fall back against the wall, hard. I hit it again for good measure. “I don’t have one either.”

“I’ve got you,” he says, simply.

I take it to mean he’s going to get me off, which I definitely approve of.

I’m going to enjoy returning the favor.

He yanks my leg up onto his thigh and shoves my dress up to my waist. His hand roams up my thigh. Right over my shapewear. He roams and roams, teasing me without meaning to. He is just trying to figure out how to get them off. Considering it took me ten minutes to get into it, he has his work cut out for him.

“Where the fuck does this thing end?” he asks, clearly bewildered, pulling back to glance down. “What are we working with here?”

I laugh softly. “Shapewear.” Or as I like to call it, my rolls wrangler. At least it stops under my boobs. I had actually intended to wear the bodysuit version, but I couldn’t find it in my bedroom, closet, or dresser, which isn’t uncommon. I frequently lose track of clothing—and everything else—in my chaotic apartment. I’ve learned to pivot without much distress.

Blake lifts his head to stare at me. “Why the hell would you do this to yourself? Your body is fucking gorgeous. I’ve been fantasizing about it for months.” He grips my thighs. “I want all of this.”

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