Page 129 of The Illicit Play
Studying her face, I silently ask for permission, and the heated smile she gives me injects a dose of liquid gold into my veins.
Covering her lips with mine, I kiss her deep, her tongue shredding me while her fingers scrape down my back.
“Please,” she whispers into my ear. “Now, Grady. I need you now.”
I suck the bottom of her chin, then trail kisses along her jawline, not wanting my lips to leave her skin. She tastes divine, all clean and fresh. She’s shaved and preened, and her body is a delicious wonderland.
“Grady.” She softly whines my name, her hips rising to find me, seeking out the thing she wants most.
Grabbing my dick, I line us up and slowly ease into her.
I don’t even want to take it fast. There’s no place forfrantic thrusting in this moment. I just want to take her slow and easy, like I did beside the lake, like I did that first night we shared the tent together. I don’t want to rush this thing because I know it might be our last.
Last night was supposed to be that, but now we’re here all over again, unable to resist.
Shit, if Wily could walk up those stairs…
If he heard one whisper of what we’re doing…
But I can’t stop.
Then tell him! Fight for this girl!
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I rock into her, moving back and forth in easy, gentle thrusts.
My lips continue to pepper her with kisses, the tip of my tongue painting lines from her shoulder to her ear. Shifting her leg, I bury myself a little deeper, loving the way her body responds to me.
“Yes, Bear. Yes.” She breathes the words against my skin, and I dip my head, nestling our foreheads together as I continue to move and slide, move and slide within her.
She’s clutching me, her inner walls a soft oasis that is slowly getting hotter.
The fire that I love so much builds and burns until the inferno within me is raging.
I’m yours, Blake Wilson. Fuck, I am all yours.
Her soft gasp hits my skin, my heart spasming when that orgasm builds inside me, slow at first and then quickly rushing through me like a storm.
I’m blinded, my hips wanting to thrust and plunge and take, but I force myself to move slow and gentle, using every ounce of control I have to take care of her.
My throat swells, my lips parting when I can’t controlthat physical takeover anymore. The build escalates to a mind-reeling explosion, and I’m soon letting loose inside her, my thrusts turning short and uneven as I leave a piece of my soul in this woman.
She didn’t even have to fight for it.
I’m a weak man, unable to contain myself around her.
Which means I can’t just pretend like nothing has happened between us.
We have to tell Wily the truth.
We just need to figure out the best way how.
CHAPTER 44
BLAKE
I wake up with a moan, reaching back behind me, then spinning when I notice the bed is empty.
My gut twists into a sad, uncomfortable knot.
