Chapter Twenty-Seven
Heat collects between my legs.
My cheeks flush.
I've been naked a lot today, but it was never in this context.
It was never this inviting.
I hold Blake's gaze. It's intense. Demanding.
He's somewhere between the Blake I don't understand and the one who makes perfect sense.
I'm not sure it matters.
I want to give myself to every Blake.
I want to surrender to every Blake.
It's just… I want more than the uptight Blake is willing to give me.
He takes a step towards me. "Kat. Now." His voice gets low.
It makes my sex clench.
It centers me.
This makes sense.
Everything else… Not so much.
I pull my sweater over my head and drop it on the floor.
His eyes fix on mine.
His pupils dilate.
He wants this as much as I do.
Needs it as much as I do.
Blake doesn't understand me either. Not the clothed version of me.
I toss my undershirt next to my sweater.
All the thoughts racing around my brain quiet. Right now, I'm Blake's and he's mine. That's what matters.
I unhook my bra and slide it off my shoulders. My nipples tighten. A shiver runs over my skin.
I've been on display before, but I've never been this exposed.
Heat rushes to my core. There's something perfect about this. I want him staring at me, thinking about me, lusting after me.
"Touch your nipples," he demands.
His gaze sends a shiver down my spine. I rub my nipple with my thumb.
I stare back into his eyes as I do it again.