Page 56 of The Survivor
“I care about you, you know,” he said thickly. He swallowed before continuing. “I care a lot. But everything I said last night still—”
She silenced him by placing her finger on his lips. “Please. Don’t say it again. Not now.”
His pained expression told her he wasn’t going to drop it, so this time she shut him up with a kiss.
She thought he would resist, but he surprised her. The urgency of his response fueled her own passion, and when he slipped his tongue into her mouth she let out a low moan and tangled her fingers in his hair.
Their mouths fused, tongues dueled. Heat speared her body, arousal thudded in her veins, and she was breathless when she finally broke the kiss and reached for the hem of her turtleneck.
“This probably isn’t a good idea,” he murmured huskily, but his eyes were devouring every inch of flesh she revealed.
“I don’t care,” she murmured back.
She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it over the railing before fumbling with the button on her jeans. Then she was standing over him, wearing nothing but a silk baby-blue bra and white bikini panties.
Blake’s hot gaze swept over her skin and set it on fire. But he didn’t touch her.
“Please.” A pleading note to her voice. God, was he going to make her beg?
She didn’t have to because his hands were suddenly on her body and his tongue was sliding through her lips again. He moved one hand between her legs and she gasped, the provocative touch making her shake with need. With a soft groan, he pulled her down. Lying across the cool wooden stairs wasn’t the most comfortable position she would’ve chosen, but soon her surroundings faded away and all she could focus on was Blake.
His mouth and tongue were everywhere. On her lips. Her neck. Her breasts. He kissed a pebbled nipple through her bra but didn’t linger, just dragged his warm mouth down to her navel, circled her belly button with his tongue and then lickedalong her inner thigh. When he pressed his mouth to her panties she gave a wild cry that filled the brightly lit entrance.
The intimate kisses were almost too much to bear, too teasing, toonot enough. She wanted his mouth on her flesh, on that throbbing spot that ached for his touch, but she wanted him inside her more. And he sensed it, because after one last soft kiss to her core, he slid up her body, pulling off his shirt on his way up.
His chest was hot to the touch, his heart thudding against her tingling breasts as their bodies met. He kissed her again, cupping one breast with his hand while rummaging in his pocket with the other. Impatience bellowed in her ears as she waited for him, as she felt him fumble with his zipper and sheath himself with a condom.
And then finally,finally,his tip brushed over her opening. She arched her hips, trying to draw him in, but he pulled back.
The indecision in his eyes brought a curse to her lips. “No, don’t stop now,” she whispered. “Please.”
The muscles of his chest were so taut it was obvious he was fighting his own restraint. “Last night…”
“Last night you told me you won’t be here for me when this is all over.” She swallowed hard. “Well, fine, Blake, just be here for menow.”
Before he could reply, or argue, or reject her, she reached between them, grasped his erection and brought it inside her.
He groaned, and pleasure rocketed through her. Her body stretched to accommodate him, but it was a spectacular sensation. He belonged here, buried inside, and they both knew it as he slowly began to move.
The stairs dug into her back but she didn’t care. She barely felt the irritating pain, only the rapture Blake gave her. His thrusts were hurried, lacking finesse or rhythm as he plungedinto her, filling her then retreating, then filling her again without abandon.
“I won’t last long,” he choked out.
“Good. Neither will I,” she murmured back.
Pleasure tightened her body, building and rising until the sensations were almost unbearable. The first tremors of orgasm rippled inside her, but she fought them, watching Blake’s heavy-lidded eyes, waiting, needing to come apart only when he did.
One more deep thrust and he toppled over the edge, groaning her name as his climax shuddered through him.
She let herself go.
Her body shattered, consumed by ecstasy so intense she could hardly breathe. Shards of light danced in front of her eyes and she gasped for air, wrapping her legs around Blake’s firm buttocks to ride out the body-numbing sensations.
Time passed. Seconds. Minutes. It could have been hours for all she knew. When she finally crashed down to earth she found Blake smiling at her, a faint satisfied smile that told her he’d felt everything she had.
She wanted to thank him for making her feel this way. Desirable and brave and whole.
She wanted to tell him she loved him.
