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“And what if it’s not enough right now for the way I need you?” I nipped at her lip, tugging on it because I couldn’t keep away from the feel of her mouth for long. “What will the answer be if I ask for more? Will that be a yes, too?”
She whimpered. And then, “Always.”
“Thank God, Lane. Becausefuck, I want you right now in ways I can’t even describe.”
A second later, Delaney whispered words I should have expected in my ear.
“Then put me out of my goddamn misery and take me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
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BLAKE HAD ME BACKED up against the corner post of the boxing ring within seconds, my legs wrapped around his hips and one of his hands clutching my ass. His lips hadn’t left mine; our mouths were inseparable. Blake kissed me in a way that, until this moment, I hadn’t realized I wanted so badly.Nothingwas left out of this kiss. He wasn’t holding a single thing back, and it made me understand how much he’d withheld before.
His kisses ravaged me: rough and tender, quick but slow. He groaned into my mouth, and heat flooded between my legs. All I wanted was to clench my thighs together in response, but they were held open by his broad body, and I almost cried when he seemed to read my mind, grinding up against me to give me the friction I was seeking. His erection hit me just right, even through our layers of clothes, at an angle that might have me coming embarrassingly soon if he kept at it. And God, I hoped he did. My fingers dug into his shoulders, hanging on with desperation as I tried to tilt my hips and match his movements.
“Blake, I—” I started, trying to warn him what he was doing to me and how quickly he was doing it, but Blake cut off my words with a needy thrust against my body, and stars burst in my vision.
“Delaney.” He shuddered my name, kneading my ass like he couldn’t get enough. And then, without warning, he smacked it, causing me to jerk forward and collide with him in such a sweet, sweet way. A pleasure-filled gasp flew out of me, breaking our kiss. But Blake seemed to appreciate my response, his growly voice echoing in my veins. “Fuck, baby.”
“Fuck,” I echoed, looking up at the ceiling and feeling like I was going to float up to the top of it. “Blake, oh my God.”
“I know, Lane,” he hummed. “I know how you like it.”
“Yes.” My head spun. “Don’t want you holding back.”
“Never again,” he promised, dragging his lips to the curve of my jaw, peppering kisses across my skin. “Going to make sure you know you’re mine every fucking day from here on out. Been holding back for way too goddamn long. Never again.”
He sucked on my pulse point, and I released a breathy “Good boy.”
That was what I wanted. A version of Blake London who didn’t hold back.
“Holy—” Blake choked on the rest of his thought before grabbing at my leggings, trying to find the top of them. “Need more. Need these off.”
I kicked my sandals to the floor and tipped my hips toward him, arching off the post and wrapping my arms around the back of it for support, trying to make it easier. Blake eventually found what he was looking for, ripping the fabric down my legs as I held on and watched him.
Now that I could stare at him, I wanted tostareat him, appreciate him, take in his broad, shirtless shoulders and defined muscles that, to this day, still surprised me. His sharpjaw ticked as he focused on his task, and strands of his wavy hair hung over moody eyes. Lightning flashed through the front windows behind him, casting a magnificent glow, illuminating every perfect inch of him as he threw my leggings to the floor.
When he looked back up, his expression was fierce, telling me he’d be keeping his promise tonight. There was no more holding back. None at all.
My breath vanished.
His lips tilted with a smirk as he realized I’d been watching him, and then he slowly brought his body back to mine, dragging his hands up my bare legs to hitch them back around his hips.
“I love you,” he mouthed, not actually saying the words but making mefeelthem. His love made my whole body pliant and warm, and I found it difficult to speak.
Blake didn’t wait for my reply anyway, capturing my lips with his again, drugging me with a deep kiss that only made his words feel that much more profound. I wanted this kiss forever and ever.
But the skies intervened.
A sharp clap of thunder knocked us both back, shaking the building and then sending it into darkness a second later.
“Shit,” Blake muttered, swiveling his head around to assess the gym. The current between us momentarily severed as he let me slide down his body and back to my feet. “One second, baby. Don’t move.”
He regrettably walked away, over to the front door to survey the block. It had also grown dark, save for one streetlamp, which cast through the gym’s windows—the only source of light in the building. It shone onto the middle of the boxing ring.
I decided to follow it while I waited, feeling drawn to the spotlight. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, still coursing from the run here, the heart-pounding confessions, the kiss before the crash, and I just—Ineededto move. Blake told me notto, but I didn’t know how to just stand here and wait while my emotions felt so trapped by my body. So I climbed through the ropes of the boxing ring onto the padded arena.
