Page 11 of Fake Hearts and Kisses

He is quiet for a few minutes, then pushes off the counter and moves toward me. I slink back as he braces his hand on the doorframe beside my head, trapping me like he did this morning. “I saw you two months ago, yes.”

“Two months?” I lower my voice because I realize I just yelled. “You said two weeks.”

He stares at me and blinks.Really?

“And you’ve been watching me in the coffee shop?” I say, a little breathless. I can’t decide if this is alarming or sweet.

He drops a hand so I’m no longer caged, brushing the backs of his fingers across my jaw. Goose bumps form, spreading from the top of my head to my legs.

“I watched you, yes,” he says. “I thought you were stunningly beautiful, but I didn’t think you’d want to talk to me.”

I let out a loud huff.Is he kidding me?

“I wouldn’t want to talk to you?” I say in disbelief. “You’re the pretty one in this relationship.”

That makes him chuckle, but his face grows stern again. “I didn’t know if it was a good idea to talk to you.”

I flatten my tone. “Because I’m so unapproachable.”

“You’re not the sort of woman that would be easy to quit,” he says, brushing his fingers along my collarbone. “I didn’t know if I should start.”

Blake cups my jaw, running his thumb over my bottom lip. He’s watching my mouth with an intensity that floods my mind with a million dirty thoughts.

“Start what?” I ask.

“Fucking.”

Heat pools between my legs. “So you just want to fuck me?”

A slow smile spreads over his full lips. “I want to do a lot more to you than fuck.” Blake brushes his thumb over my lip again. He follows the curve of my chin, gently trailing a line to my throat. “I want to taste your skin.” He trails a finger over my collarbone. “Lick your pussy. Savor you. Hold you down while you moan my name as I bury my cock so deep into you that you’ll feel me for weeks.”

A rush of air escapes me. I stare at his lips as he talks, practically feeling his words on my skin. Between my legs throbs as he leans down and brushes the bare skin on my neck with hishot tongue. He releases a soft groan, then nips the skin over my collarbone. I grip his shirt, unaware I’d even placed my hands on his chest as he moves closer. He closes the space between us and presses his body against mine. My thigh slides between his legs, and I feel his erection under his jeans.

Blake looks me in the eye. “Tell me you want me.”

I try to squeeze my legs together to ease the pressure building between my legs, but his thigh is in the way. He feels my movements and grinds into me, watching as I close my eyes and lean my head back. Blake takes my exposed neck as an invitation and bites the skin at my throat, licking the skin after. It’s shameful how wet my panties feel. How hot my blood is. With a breathy groan, I nod.

“Was that a yes?” Blake asks, his voice husky. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I breathe out.Yes, yes, yes.

Blakes’s hand runs down my chest, over my breasts, down the curve of my hips. He slides one under my sweater and finds the waist of my jeans. I suck in air as the heat of his skin touches my belly. His mouth closes over mine, devouring me. I open, brushing my tongue against his, tasting his smokiness. I slide my hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt, and weave my fingers into his thick, soft hair.

Just as his hands slide into the waist of my jeans, someone pounds on the door, hard it enough that it rattles behind me. Blake jerks his hand away and breaks the kiss, clenching his jaw. “Fuck.”

“Come on, lovebirds, it’s dinnertime,” Lily calls from the other side, her voice muffled like she has her lip pressed to the door. “You can play hide and seek the peen later in your room.”

“Shit,” I hiss and untangle my hands from his hair.

Blake brushes my hair from my face and steps back, tugging at the bulge in his pants. He gives me a look so full of hunger; I think for a second we should skip dinner and go back to the room, but then I remember what he said.

He just wants to fuck. He is a no-commitment kind of guy. Blake doesn’t have the time or desire for a relationship. As much as I want to have sex with this guy and walk away after the weekend is over, I’m not that person. I never have been. After Jim, I’m not sure I’ll ever be. I shake my head, trying to clear it. Now that his hands aren’t all over me, I can think.

Giving him a playful smirk, I shove him away teasingly. “You, Blake, are dangerous to be alone with.”

He adjusts his dick again and lets his eyes slide down my body like he’s envisioning all the places he wants to touch and lick. “You, Daisy, have no idea.”

CHAPTER SIX

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