Page 87 of Obsession

He’d stopped me from exploring, dammit.

He lifted his head until my arms were stretched, and his fingers slipped from my body. He flicked his belt tail free, and the clink of the needle hitting his buckle as he opened his pants sounded so damn loud.

“I don’t play fair, Ms. Copeland.” His riveting eyes pinned me in place. “I don’tplay.”

He ducked lower, dragging his teeth over the brocade top of my dress. The sound of his teeth tugging at the lace and the tiny bits of embroidery over my nipples stalled any breath I had left in my lungs.

“Blake.” I tried to hold on to his neck and the longer silky strands of his hair, but he had a plan.

He crouched in front of me at the table and widened my thighs. “You wouldn’t want them to hear you, now, would you?” He held a finger—one that just had been inside me—in front of his lips.

“Oh, God,” I whispered.

With nothing but his shoulders to hang onto, I ended up flat on my back when he tipped my knees up to get closer. When Itried to struggle up again, he pressed a hand over my bunched-up dress.

And then he was there, between my thighs. He pushed my panties aside and lapped at me—gently, at first. Such a slow and thorough taste that I squirmed from the pleasure and the onslaught of Blake learning every part of me.

Thiswasn’t what we were about. It was the quick and dirty with clothes still on. It wasn’t the fringes of romance where a man wanted to please his woman.

I rose to his mouth. I didn’t want to. I wanted to push him away, but I opened for him instead. I rested my heel on his shoulder as he took more.

Demanded all.

I lifted my tied hands to my mouth and bit into the tie. Anything to muffle the cries that wanted to erupt from me.

I thrashed on the table, and he held me down. With just that one hand, he held me still and used his other hand ruthlessly. His thumb worked in symphony with his mouth along my clit until my thighs quaked, and the skylight above me became nothing more than a blur of blue and white.

When I didn’t think I could take any more, he finally stood. He pulled me to the edge of the table, and I heard the snap of latex.

Oh, thank God.

I curled my legs around his hips, digging my heels into the loosened pants, into his hips and the delicious curve of his ass.

“Yes.” The word was a litany in my head and out of my mouth. He swiped the head of his cock along my swollen pussy.

I was so beyond ready for him I couldn’t breathe around the pleasure.

I looked down at him, and tried to struggle up so I could get myself wrapped around every bit of him. He wasn’t having any of that.

Instead, he stretched out over me and lifted my tied hands over my head. “Grace.” His eyes were wild, his lips wet from me, and his control was as shattered as mine.

He closed his eyes as he sank into me.

Holy shit.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get my arms around his neck and touch him.

I arched up under him as he decimated any need to move. His hips drove into me until the table shook against the wall.

Helplessly, I groaned. “More.”

His eyes snapped open. A single drop of sweat slipped down the curve of his cheekbone to his beard and I reached up for it. I licked there and over to his mouth. My scent was all over him.

I wanted it. I wanted to taste my pleasure on his tongue and lips.

I lifted enough to get our lips to align, and he moaned deep into my mouth. I inhaled his breath and sucked on his tongue. His fingers tightened on my wrists. I arched, dragging my teeth down his chin to his neck.

“Fuck.” He tried to move away from me, but I wanted a piece of the wildness he’d harnessed. I was tired of being the one who reacted tohim.

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