Page 42 of The Survivor
The rough quality to his voice made her pulse race. She locked her gaze to his. “Okay.”
Fingers trembling, she ran her palm over his chiseled pectorals, slowly exploring the feel of his chest. Smooth. Hard. Perfect.
She bent her head to kiss his flat nipple, her own nipples tightening as she felt it harden against her mouth. Then, feeling bold, she licked his skin, reveling in the spicy, masculine taste of him.
He flinched, but kept his hands at his sides. A muscle twitched in his jaw. He didn’t try to touch her, or kiss her, or push her to quicken the leisurely pace she’d set, and his restraint only heightened her desire.
She quickly unbuckled his belt. Her fingers shook again as she inched his pants down his muscular thighs, over his defined calves, his hard ankles. He wore blue boxers that hugged his thighs. Sam gulped at the sight of the bulge straining against the cotton material.
Meeting her wide eyes, Blake gave a raspy chuckle. “You’ve been doing that to me since the day I met you.”
Pleasure fluttered through her like a lazy butterfly, followed by an unfamiliar emotion that swept over her body and left shivery tingles in its wake. She was surprised to feel the growing dampness between her legs, and the need to have this man inside her was so strong that her thighs started to shake.
As ripples of impatience suddenly cascaded down to her core, she tugged at the waistband of his boxers. She peeled the fabric off him, then moaned when he sprang free. He was hot and hard and when she touched his tip with her index finger she felt the bead of moisture there.
“Blake?”
“Yes?” He looked at her with such tenderness she almost burst into tears.
“I…”I need you.“Don’t have protection.”
“I do.” He leaned over and reached for the end table next to the bed. He rummaged around in the top drawer, pulled out a foil packet and handed it to her.
She glanced down at the condom in her hand and found herself smiling. “Do FBI agents always keep these next to the bed?”
“When a model is staying at their house, yeah.”
The crooked grin on his face made her heart skip a beat. She looked at the condom again, then at Blake, and finally tore open the corner of the foil.
She rolled the latex over his arousal. Biting the inside of her cheek, she slid her panties down her legs, moved over him, and straddled his naked lower body with her thighs.
Blake lifted his hands to her hips and searched her face. “Are you sure?”
Was she sure? That terrified little part of her brain told her to say no. Ordered her to run out of the room and hide from the uncontrollable desire he elicited in her.
But her body, and her heart, wouldn’t let her. She was so ready, and all she wanted right now was to feel this man inside her. Deep, deep inside her.
She drew in an uneven breath. “I’m sure.”
Without allowing herself a moment to change her mind, she slid down and captured him in her softness. Oh, God. The delicious stretching of her body deepened the ache, and the low groan from Blake told her he enjoyed it as much as she did.
“Take your time,” he whispered.
She looked down at his rugged features—his brown eyes, firm lips and handsome jaw—and knew that taking her time was not going to be an option. She wanted him. Now.
His hands cupped her bottom as she began to ride him. It was difficult, especially when her knees wouldn’t stop shaking and her inner muscles throbbed at each slow thrust. It had beena long time since she’d been with a man, and yet something about this, about Blake, was so different from any past experience. It all felt new, tender,right.
Her eyelids fluttered closed, but she quickly blinked them open. Making love to Blake was so achingly wonderful that she didn’t want to miss a second of it.
She fell against his chest, buried her head in the hollow of his neck and inhaled the heady scent of him. He smelled so good, felt so good, and her arousal heightened to a level that made it impossible to move.
She heard him chuckle again, and before she could blink, he rolled her over and covered her body with his. They were mouth to mouth, chest to chest, naked skin clinging and sliding, hearts thudding against each other.
“Better?” he rasped.
She nodded. With eyes wide open, she watched him move slowly inside her. Suddenly the pace was all wrong. As beads of sweat dotted her forehead, she clung to him, scraped her fingernails against the strong sinew of his back, grabbed his taut buttocks to pull him in as deep as he could go.Oh, yes.She was suddenly frantic, wanting more and more of him, and she lifted her hips off the mattress so she could feel him, all of him.
He thrust into her. Again. And again. Her need rose, climbed, soared, until her eyes finally fluttered and light flashed before her closed lids. She cried out as her climax swirled through her like a wildfire, hot smoldering flames licking every inch of her damp skin. Shards of pleasure exploded inside her, and when she heard Blake’s guttural groan, when she felt him shudder with release, another wave of sheer unadulterated bliss rocked into her.
