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Yes.
Can I fuck you?
Please do.
It won’t happen just one time, Harper.
Thank God. Please get naked.
And then he’s on the move and crashes into me after three long strides. He frames my face, and his lips cover mine, and I am completely lost to him.
Lost to this intense chemistry. Because holy shit, do we havechemistry.
Blake Blackwell might very well ruin me for all other men.
And I’m totally okay with that.
“Fuck, you taste so damn sweet,” he growls against my lips.
“It’s the pie.”
“No, sugar, it’syou.”
I push my stomach against his pelvis, and we both groan. He’s hard and long, andholy shit, he’s big.
That makes sense because Blake, as a whole, isbig.Well over six feet, with broad shoulders, he’s a large specimen of a man.
And for tonight, he’sall mine.
My hands make a dive for his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and up so I can touch his warm skin and brush my fingers over his sculpted abs. The kind of abs that make a girl sweat.
Or maybe that’s just me.
He groans low in his throat as he follows suit, yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it aside, and then he flicks my bra open, and that goes sliding down my arms to the floor.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he muttersas he kisses down to my jawline. His hands skim over my breasts, down my sides, and then he’s cupping my ass, and I’m airborne with my legs wrapped around his waist, and he’s heading right for the bedroom. “If you don’t want this, say so now, Harper. You’re in control here.”
“Do. Not.” I bite his neck. “Stop.”
Chapter Three
BLAKE
Her hands are in my hair, her legs are around my waist, and I can’t even make it to the bed.
I brace her against the wall so I can devour her, kissing the fuck out of her. She tastes like sugar and smells like fucking sunshine.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I mutter against her lips.
“Too many clothes,” she says before nipping at the corner of my mouth. “Strip, Blake.”
It’s hot as fuck that she’s as revved as I am about losing the clothes, then losing ourselves in each other.
I let her down to her feet, and then we both peel out of the rest of our clothes. Shoes, socks, and pants are all shed, and when she’s standing in front of me in just her simple blue panties, I feel like I’m going to fucking explode.
“Jesus,” I breathe.
“I don’t have protection with me,” she rasps.
