Page 63 of Suddenly Desired
She’d seen him like this before, yes. But freshly showered was a whole new level of torture. Her body reacted instantly, heat blooming low in her stomach. The memory of his mouth on her hit like a sucker punch, and the trail of water runninglanguorously from his chest down to the deep V of his hips was not helping.
“Wereallyshould stop meeting like this,” Blake said, a wicked glint in his eye.
Ellie froze, her pulse pounding in her ears as her eyes locked on Blake’s. Her breath hitched, and suddenly, the corridor seemed much smaller, the air charged with something electric and undeniable.
“I . . . Uh . . .” she stammered, her mouth dry as he stepped closer, his towering frame filling her vision. She could barely think, barely breathe, as the fire in his gaze pinned her to the spot.
“Ellie,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down her spine. “I told myself to behave while I was here as a guest.”
“And how’s that going?” she whispered, though she already knew the answer.
A muscle twitched in his jaw. “Fucking terribly.”
Before she could respond, before her brain could catch up with her body, Blake closed the distance between them. His hands came to her waist, firm and possessive, and then he was lifting her as if she weighed nothing at all. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his torso, her arms looping around his neck to steady herself. The towel around him slipped slightly, teasing her with the idea that it could fall at any second.
“Blake . . .” she started, but her protest dissolved into a gasp as his lips found hers.
The kiss was a storm, fierce and consuming, his mouth moving against hers with an urgency that stole her breath. Her fingers tangled in his damp hair, her body arching into his as his hands slid lower, gripping her thighs and holding her against him. Every inch of her was pressed to him, and she could feelthe strength of him beneath the towel, his sheer physical power making her head spin.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against her lips, his voice strained, as if he was fighting to hold himself back.
“Don’t you dare,” she replied, her own voice certain.
That was all it took. Blake turned, carrying her the short distance to her room. The door was already ajar, and he nudged it open with his foot before stepping inside. The light from the hallway cast a soft glow over the bed, and he crossed the room in two strides, his lips never leaving hers.
Ellie barely registered the world around her until she heard the door click shut behind them and her back hit the mattress. She let out a soft gasp as Blake hovered over her, his strong arms braced on either side of her body. His towel had loosened further, barely clinging to his hips, and the sight of him above her stole the last remnants of her breath.
His gaze roamed over her, hot and keen, and she felt the weight of it everywhere. She reached up, her fingers brushing against the hard lines of his chest, tracing the curve of his muscles. His skin was warm and smooth, and the feel of him beneath her hands sent a wave of fire through her.
“Ellie,” he said, her name like a prayer on his lips. He leaned down, his mouth finding the curve of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver.
She arched beneath him, her hands moving to his waist. His breath was hot against her collarbone as he kissed her skin through the fabric of her pyjamas, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress. Every nerve in her body was alive, her skin burning everywhere he touched.
“Blake,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both need and disbelief. She’d never felt anything like this before, this complete and total surrender to someone else, this overwhelming desire to be consumed by him.
His lips found hers again, and she felt him smile against her mouth, a low growl rumbling in his chest as if he could sense just how much she wanted him.
“Tell me if I need to stop,” he murmured again, his hand sliding to the hem of her shirt.
“Don’t stop.” She tugged at the edges of his towel. “Don’t ever stop.”
Chapter 32
BLAKE
Blake’s hands trembled as they found the buttons of the softest pair of floral pyjamas he’d ever seen. Not from hesitation, but from the sheer weight of everything he was feeling. His fingertips brushed against the fabric, and beneath it, her warmth called to him like gravity. He wasn’t sure if it was the sound of her breath catching or the way her body arched ever so slightly towards him, but every nerve in his body ignited with need.
He took his time, undoing the first button slowly, his eyes fixed on her face. Ellie’s lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. She looked up at him with a mix of trust and desire that made his pulse thunder in his ears. His thumb pushed the second button, and as it slipped free, the fabric parted to reveal the smooth, pale curve of her collarbone. He couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss it, his lips caressing her skin as she let out a soft, breathy sigh. His cock sprang to attention and the towel that had been trying its hardest to stay tight around his waist fell on to the bed between them.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured against her, his voice rough. His fingers worked their way down the row of buttons until the floral print slid open to reveal the swell of her breasts, her body glowing in the faint light of the room, her nipples taut and too delicious not to taste.
He shifted back on top of her and Ellie shivered beneath the swirl of his tongue. She slid her hands up his back, her nails grazing his shoulders just enough to make him groan. She wasn’t holding back, wasn’t shy, and it made him want her even more. He flicked his tongue over one nipple, then the other, his hands lifting the curve of her breasts to his mouth. She tasted likewarmth and sweetness, like everything he hadn’t realised he’d been craving.
She was utterly breathtaking.
“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice raw with emotion, and Ellie moaned quietly as she urged him up her body to kiss him.
“And I’m in your debt,” she whispered. “Lie back.”
