Page 39 of Obsession

Finally, my hands wouldn’t be denied. I sank them into all his soft, thick, silky hair and tried to pull him away. He wouldn’t listen.

He drew back for a moment, and his chin and lips glistened.

With me.

With what he’d been doing to me.

But then whatever I’d thought was the definition of ruthless was replaced with the reality of Blake.

He lashed at my clit with his tongue even as his lips kept it hidden away. The heady, overwhelming emotions turned to panic as I climbed past pleasure into the first shimmer of pain.

I tried to inch away, but he wouldn’t let me go. Both hands fastened onto my hips, and the suction faded. The blood returned to my clit and erupted in a mind-bending release. Tears shattered me, and suddenly, he was there, around me. I couldn’t breathe through the maelstrom inside me.

It was as if he’d dragged every emotion out of me and replaced it with pleasure. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t possibly hold it.

He scooped me up and backed into the corner of the vestibule. He slid down until we were on the floor. He’d twisted me so my body was tucked into his, my knees drawn up against me. I pressed my face into his neck. “I’m s-s-sorry. I can-n-n’t.”

“Hush.” He draped an arm over my thighs and pulled me in tighter. “I pushed too hard.”

I breathed in the spicy citrus scent of him, slowly calming. Shivers softened to shudders, and then the quiet sound of his heart replaced my jangling nerves.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I couldn’t stop breathing him in, nor could I give up the contact. I was starved for it, and unfortunately, he was the handy recipient.

I tried to move. His grip tightened, and he groaned.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, Ms. Copeland.”

I couldn’t tell if he was still hard. Had he lost that sparking need that had been firing between us? I wondered if I could get it back if that were the case. I found myself smiling into his neck. “Even after all this, you can’t call me Grace?”

He rubbed his chin over the top of my head. “Hush now.”

I peered down at the three buttons opened at his neck to his crooked tie. I didn’t want to analyze my reaction to him. Only Iwould turn a sexcapade into another reason to cry my eyeballs out.

Instead, I inched the tail of his tie out of the perfect Windsor knot.

“What are you doing?”

“Making you more comfortable.” I slid the tie out from his collar and draped it around my neck. Thanks to the streetlights, I could tell his watchful eyes had faded back to cool green. His eyebrows lowered, as if he needed to study me or figure me out.

I peered up at him, conscious of the material sliding across my skin. I tugged the ends of the tie until the wider end was longer. “I admit to a fascination with ties. So many different knots.”

His Adam’s apple jumped as I crossed the wider end over the skinny side and carefully built a knot. My heartbeat ratcheted up with each pass of the silk across my skin as I slowly formed the Eldridge knot. It was thicker and a little more complicated. It helped me focus through the nerves that were building again.

He was so watchful.

So very intense.

I finished it and tugged it up closer to my neck. “See? The light sheen to your tie makes it look especially kick ass.”

The muscle in his jaw ticked as he lightly traced the intricate folds down to the dimple in the silk under the knot. He tightened his fingers around the material and yanked me to him. “I was trying to keep myself in check.”

My pulse rocketed. “I appreciate that, but I’m fine now.” I shifted in his lap until I knelt next to him, just a little taller than him for this one moment.

He kept a hold of the tie and jerked me down to him. “Now isn’t the time to play.”

“Maybe a little bit of play.” Bold now, I straddled him. His jaw was so tight it looked like it pained him. I touched the fulllower lip with the tip of my tongue. Just a little taste. I licked at that mixture of hard and soft. The slash of his upper lip and the achingly smooth lower.

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