Page 106 of Obsession

“It already is.” He unbuttoned his cuffs, then his shirt, and tossed it aside as well.

I drew in a breath. I’d never seen all of Blake’s upper torso before. He was so incredibly broad and smooth. He dropped his pants and reached for my zipper a moment later. Our clothesbecame piles at our feet, then he sat down on the edge of my little bed.

“I want you, too.” He pulled me forward until I straddled him.

He stretched out under me and let me touch him. Every part of him. I learned his shoulders and chest with my fingers and lips. I could measure his sighs and his gasps from a single twist of my wrist.

His taste became part of me as I crawled lower to take him in my mouth.

Nothing was off-limits tonight. There was no rush, no timetable. There were only the sweet sounds of his groans of my name and the silky glide of our bodies. When he grew impatient with me using him as my personal playground, he rolled me under him and showed me what it was like to make love to Blake Carson.

Because neither one of us could call that night anything but lovemaking.

Even when we landed in a sweaty heap on the second round, and the night melted around us, I drifted to sleep with a smile.

Of course, sleeping on a twin bed had been a lot more fun back in college. Blake took up a lot of space, and his body was more muscular than soft. The books got that wrong too.

Especially when you had to lay on top of a man from chest to hip.

I tried to get comfortable and gave up with a sigh.

“I don’t know what would be worse. If you snored, or if you’re this restless every night.”

I pinched his shoulder. “A twin bed was not made for your particular body weight.”

“My BMI is eight percent.”

I giggled at his tone. Oh, so very affronted. “That’s the problem. There’s not a cuddly bit of fat on you, Mr. Carson.” Isighed at his silence. “There’s a king-sized bed in the blue room upstairs. Of course, that would mean finding a set of sheets.”

“You could come home with me.”

I folded my arms on his chest and wiggled until I slid down along the wall. “It’s cold outside.”

“Remote car starter.”

I laughed. “There’s a thought.”

A crash from the other room made us both jump. Blake sat up and eased me off him. “Are the other doors locked in the house?”

“Yes.” I reached for the light above our heads and clicked it on.

Another bang, this time from the front.

“No, turn that off.” He slipped out of bed and smoothly hiked up his pants. The moon was low, highlighting his shoulders and back as he stood.

“Blake, wait.”

“Stay here.”

“It’s probably just kids,” I whispered. “We used to break into empty houses to party when I was a kid.”

Light from his phone cut through the darkness. “At four in the morning?”

Well, no.

Crap.

The sound of glass breaking had me following him across the room. I stubbed my toe on the chair near the door. I hopped in a circle. “Ow. Dammit.”

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