Page 12 of An Unexpected Kind of Love

Then, I’m stroking him, working him, tasting him. Blake’s fingers are a vise into my shoulders as I take him deep into my mouth.

Each shiver he gives, each groan, encourages me. My mouth is ruthless. Urgent, I show no mercy despite the ache in my jaw.

“Fuck, yeah. Like that.” Blake gasps. “Oh God.”

As he thrusts, fingers caught rough in my hair, the taste of him overwhelms me.

There’s no yesterday, no tomorrow. Just today, just right now, and oh God, I want him. I want to see him undone, messy and hot, because of me.

I stop abruptly and look up at him. His cock is fierce with desire.

Blake opens his eyes, dazed. He’s breathless. All he needs to say is one word.

And he does.

“Please.” The way Blake says it is almost like a prayer. Reverent.

So I do.

I work his cock, a rhythm of my hand and mouth, to the quickening of his heartbeat, the rush of blood in my ears. His fingers still grip me in place by my hair, and God, I want him. I want this.

Together, we’re brave. Together, we share this sear of a moment.

Blake shudders hard as he surges, flooding me, his taste spilling over my tongue like the essence of summer itself. And I take him, all of him, as deep as I can. Gripping his arse, I hold him tight. Hold him there within me till his muscles stop trembling with release, till at last his cock begins to soften, and I dare breathe again.

Oh God, I’m drowning in him. And I can’t think then, not of anything else, or anyone.

Instead, I dare savor the heat of a man who isn’t Eli. An incredible, greedy moment. And I swallow, taking our desire to my core to keep. To remember that I was once brave and daring too. Someone a stranger would want to remember.

Even if it’s just my accent working some kind of temporary magic. He’ll come to his senses soon enough, but right now, I’ll take this yielding, this brief connection.

Gasping, I sit back on my heels and gaze up at him. He’s magnificent, even half dressed. Maybe that visible unraveling in our lust makes him even more attractive.

A man who wants me. Right now.

A very beautiful man.

Eventually, Blake helps me up, catches my jaw and gives me a kiss best described as devastating.

“Do you want me to…?” Blake asks, his hand in the small of my back. A gesture that is my undoing, holding me against his body. Is that my heart thudding or his? Or does it even matter? His other hand works progressively lower.

“No.” I shake my head, unsteady on my legs as though I’m the one who just came, light-headed.

Reality rushes in like a violent tide. The air smothers.

Blake brushes my lips lightly, still holding my jaw. His taste lingers on my tongue.

His gaze is intent. I die again. And again.

What does he see, taking me in like that? Like he’s committing me to memory. Even though I’m fully clothed, I’m naked before him, every secret and past hurt and want marked bare on my skin like a text to be read.

And, oh fuck, what is he reading?

“I need to go,” I blurt, as heat rises in my face.

Everything’s too hot, too near, too much.

Definitely too much.

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