Page 13 of Bewitched

“When you save someone’s life, you’re connected to them in a way that doesn’t happen in any other circumstance,” he said. “Since I saved yours, I want you to know that you’ll always have a piece of me with you, wherever we end up in the world.” Framing her face with his hands, he pressed a kiss against her mouth.

“Is this happening, Blake?”

“I hope so.” Tipping his head toward the bedroom, he lifted his shoulders in question. “You can tell me no and I’ll walk out of here right now. But if you don’t, then I’m going to drown us in pleasure. Tell me what you want.”

Stepping out of his hold, she took his hand and started walking down the hall. “You.”

“Good answer,” he responded quietly.

***

Paige walked in and stood next to the bed. “I’m ready for my birthday wish.” Sliding her hand up to her neck, she unfastened the closure on her dress and let it fall to the ground.

“God damn, you’re beautiful.” His eyes locked onto her breasts as he ran a finger over the lace of her bra. “Better than I imagined,” he whispered as he unclasped her bra. “I’ll bet you taste like vanilla ice cream.”

Lowering his head, he placed hot licks over her skin, causing a shower of goose bumps. “Sweet vanilla,” he mumbled before he took her nipple into his mouth and grazed his teeth slowly over her sensitive bud. “I’m going to consume you, own you, and make you mine.”

“More,” she whispered.

“That’s it, honey. Tell me what you want and let me hear how you feel,” he said before moving to the other breast and giving it the same careful attention.

“Bed,” she managed to get out. “More of you…in bed.”

He raised his head and winked. “Good idea.” Ripping his T-shirt off over his head with one hand, he kept the other moving across her skin. “Come here,” he growled.

Shaking her head, she stepped back. “No, I want you to take your clothes off.” She pointed to his pants and lifted her eyebrows. “Go ahead.”

“My pleasure.” He moved his hand to his zipper and grinned. “Your wish is my command.” Unzipping his pants, he slid them off his hips, along with his boxers. “It’s going to take a long time before I’m done with you. Probably going to bury myself two or three times before I can let you go.”

The moment his pants dropped, Paige’s eyes bulged. “My wish didn’t include that. Sweet Lord, it’s never going to fit.”

Lifting her up, he nuzzled her neck. “By the time I slide in, you’re going to be so wet and ready that you’re going to be begging. Don’t worry.” He rocked himself into her as he moved toward the bed. “I’ll make you come twice before I take my first stroke.”

A wave of excitement flowed over her as she closed her eyes. Did she even remember how to do this? “It’s been a while…so just once would be amazing.”

“Once is never going to be enough.” Rubbing his beard against her cheek, he spoke against her skin. “Open your eyes.” Tilting his head back, he gazed into her eyes. “I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world, and whatever happens tonight is going to be perfect.”

With more finesse than she thought possible, he laid her on the bed and came down on top, breaking his landing with his arms. Their faces were inches apart, and she could see that his eyes were a deep velvety brown with gold striations. Running her hand through his beard, she sighed. “You’re so handsome, Blake.” She tilted her hips and felt his hard length against her leg. “And big. Is that an appropriate thing to say?”

“I hope we’re anything but appropriate when we’re lying naked with one another.” Running his nose along her cheek, he kissed her mouth. “I hope we lose our minds and our manners.”

He proved his point when he lowered his head and took her mouth in a fiery kiss. Desire and passion rocketed through her body as their mouths mated. His hand slid between her legs and he cupped her gently. He didn’t move, but the tease of his fingers made her body clench. He was right; manners had no place here.

“Waxed bare, so freaking sexy,” he murmured against her ear. Slipping a finger between her folds, he stroked her slowly. “Dripping wet. Did I do that to you?”

Whimpering, she rocked against him, urging his finger deeper inside. But he resisted, and teased and taunted her instead. “Yes,” she stuttered.

Moving his finger in and out slowly, he kept his thumb on her bud. “I like you needy. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” Her body pulsed and he drove his fingers deeper. “Just like that.”

Sliding his tongue along her skin, his skillful fingers played her and sent ripples of heat through her body as she felt herself start to unravel. “Oh, God.”

He lowered his mouth and brushed their lips together. “Let go, ‘cause the next thing I want is to taste you. I want you to come on my mouth.”

His words brought another flash of heat and she felt her body climb toward its climax. He kissed her roughly as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. His ravenous kisses played a counter beat to the slow strokes of his fingers. Just as she was about to find her release, he slowed everything down. His kiss turned sensual, languid with no agenda. Torture.

“I could kiss you all night,” he whispered.

Her entire body was liquid heat as she pulled his mouth back to hers. “Please,” she wailed.

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