Page 116 of Possession

“Not here. This is my one sanctuary.”

He undid the buttons of my blouse until that too hit the floor in a pile. A flood of goosebumps washed over my skin. I was in wool socks under my knee-high boots. I’d dressed in the dark, and I was pretty sure my bra and panties were the oldest ones in my stash.

I was a failure at this being a girlfriend thing. A truly sexy moment and he was getting rainbow boy short panties and a utilitarian bra. Oh, yeah, all of the perfection here.

“Christ, you are beautiful.”

“You caught the mismatched college-level outfit I’ve got going on, right?”

I could feel the smile as he dropped a kiss on my nape. “I never got to have college-aged Grace.” He cupped the cotton bra, dragging it over my breasts until my nipples were uncovered. He tweaked them lightly as the bra strap rode up my back. “Is this what you wore in the dorms?”

I groaned. “I wasn’t much for hookups in school.”

“Good. Because the idea that anyone else has touched this perfect skin drives me mad. You were made for me. You fill my hands perfectly.” He cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples with just enough pressure to make me gasp. He brushed his wool-clad erection across my ass. “Your pussy clasps my cock as if every inch was created to take only me.”

I let out a shaky breath and was actually thankful for my basic cotton panties at the moment. Because if he kept talking like that, I was going to need a towel and a mop.

Just when I thought I had a handle on him, he threw me a curve ball. But then I didn’t have time to think about anything. His mouth and lips danced up my neck as he dispensed with my bra. Instead of taking off my panties, he simply moved them aside.

I went up on my toes as he tunneled two fingers inside of me. I tipped forward and my stomach plummeted at the view. Just air, water, and Blake curling his fingers against my g-spot was not how I’d seen this day going.

He blew me past foreplay into orgasm so fast that I had trouble hanging on. Forget hanging on. I fell into freefall, and I didn’t even bother to try to resist. I didn’t know if it was from his words, or his touch, or the view.

I didn’t care.

I just let myself ride the steamrolling train of pleasure. With no warning, he replaced his fingers with his cock, and my nerve endings went from simmering to full-on conflagration.

His breath on my neck, his hands on the glass beside mine, and the bay around us was enough to make my heart burst, but when he covered my hands and thrust inside me again and again, I careened into a tailspin of lust and love so confusing I could have been on a tilt-a-whirl.

I screamed out my release and sagged as he groaned into my neck. Just my name.

Simply my name in that ragged, desperate voice I loved to hear.

Longing, pleasure, and pain that echoed my own.

Blake slowly moved back, and the loss of our connection had me sagging against the window. Instead of leaving me alone, he swung me up into his arms.

The shower stall was little more than a closet, but he washed me thoroughly and snapped a towel out from a thin cupboard beside the stall.

He dried me off and left me with my clothes to get dressed.

I was actually thankful that he’d left me in peace. I needed a second after our little interlude.

We’d been so busy all week that he hadn’t touched me since the night in the atrium. That had been just as intense. I was pretty sure our batting average was in the minus column for actually making love in a bed.

I didn’t have much choice in hairstyles for the evening, so I clipped most of it back and let the curls go where they would down my back. I unearthed the stockings and scraps of lace he called panties and a bra. When I got a good look at the dress, I realized why they were so sparse.

It was a simple dress on the hanger, but when I stepped into it, I realized that the lace bralette might even be too much. The bodice of the dress hugged me, and a fine cord of silver crisscrossed over the center panel over my chest. It wasn’t quite see-through, but it was damn close.

It reminded me of dresses from medieval times with a bit more sex appeal.

“Are you ready?”

I turned around, and my breath caught. The last time I’d seen Blake in a tux he’d been saving me from drowning in a cove. The fine black material had been designed foronlyhis body. No off-the-rack for this man.

Sweet Jesus.

Impeccably cut in the classic one-button style, the tux was enough to make my tongue stick to roof of my mouth. “Wow.”

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