Page 75 of Dating After the End of the World
He grins, unable to take his eyes off me, until reality dawns on him, the ticking countdown. Blake clears his throat, his face turning serious. “How much time is left?” he asks before twisting his mouth to one side.
“Oh, you’re in the clear,” I say nonchalantly, as if sharing the weather forecast with him.
“What?” The word comes out breathy and quick, having left his mouth faster than his lips and tongue had time to form a thought. He rushes to the cell door, seizing the bars like a caged animal ready to burst out. “Are you serious?”
“Yup.” I nod.
“Since when?”
I glance down at the watch, pretending like I’m calculating the delta of time. “Uhhh, about twenty minutes, give or take.” I smirk.
“So I didn’t need to confess any of that?”
“Nope, you could have kept all that to yourself,” I say, stretching my arms up over my head. I clasp my hands together as I arch my back. Cracking my sternum, I let out a sigh of relief at the sound of my vertebrae crunching.
The confused look on his face tells me he’s rapidly contemplating his decision, balancing the raw vulnerability with the catharsis of the lessened guilt. I reach into my pocket and retrieve the metal key to Blake’s cell. Inserting it into the keyhole, I pause and lock eyes with him.
“So, Blake, I guess there’s just one last thing I want to know.”
“What’s that?”
“Are you still my monster?”
A small grin starts to grow at the edges of his mouth, barely curling his lips, not even lifting his cheeks high enough to squeeze against his eyes. “Always,” he says.
I give the key a heavy twist and pull open the cell door, gazing up at him through my lashes. He’s not the same man who went into that cell, at least not to me. Blake’s eyes bounce rapidly from side to side, scanning my face, searching for a shared feeling that he knows was there once before. I know it’s there too, and I don’t think it ever left. It was just camouflaged with hate and resentment. The rush of joy and anticipation, mixed with a new level of understanding, lures his lips to mine like a magnet that’s finally found its counterpart.
We breathe in one another as we kiss, like we could suck the life out of each other, but even then, it feels like we’d have another one to live.
I unlock our lips, gliding my cheek along his and then biting the bottom of his earlobe. He moans, and his hands firmly cup my ass.
“I want you,” I whisper, hot, heavy breath in his ear.
It’s true. I want nothing more in this moment than for Blake to take me. Even if the whole world were burning around me, I would stand in that fire and welcome the scalding heat if this was the last pleasure I felt. I bring my lips back to his, parting my mouth as our tongues pick up right where they left off, swirling in a vortex of anticipated escalation.
“I thought you ... told me ... never to ... touch you ... again.” A couple of words at a time sneak out between the less-than-one-second intervals we’re able to stay apart.
“Forget what I said.” I grab his shirt, twisting the fabric in my hands, and pull him even tighter into my body. “Touch me everywhere, Blake,” I say when my mouth is free to speak the things my heart has been screaming.
For a brief moment everything stands still, our heavy breathing is the only sound in the room, our shoulders rising and falling in slow motion, and then in a flash, he’s pulling my shirt up over my head, unable to wait any longer. We’ve waited long enough. Our mouths collide again, and our labored breaths are the soundtrack that plays as he unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor. As I melt into him, I can’t help but be frustrated with Blake for messing everything up back in high school. If he had just leaned on me rather than pushing me away, we could have had this moment long ago, and then a thousand more of them.
Blake pauses only to look at me, to really take me in. He can’t help but smile as his eyes scan my body. I tug off his shirt. I knew what was under there, but now it’s mine. Blake pulls me into him, his hot skin pressed up against mine as he ravages me, unable to get enough. He squeezes my breast, his grip hard due to his strength and longing. I moan from the pressure and find his lips again, kissing and sucking, while my hand ventures down his rigid abs and beneath the elastic band of his joggers. He’s rock hard, and it makes me grin, because I know it’s for me.
“God, I want you so fucking bad, Casey,” he says, breathless.
“I want you too. I want all of you,” I say in between kisses.
The palm of his hand slides past my pubic bone, curving under, two fingers disappearing inside me. He’s found a new place to touch, and fuck, it feels good. Once the source of my torment, Blake swings violently from the man who once ruined me to the man I now want to ruin me.
He undoes my pants and slides them down my thighs, eager to see and explore more of me. Sinking to his knees, he kisses my most sensitive area through the cotton fabric of my underwear, licking and biting. He’s only teasing me, and I’m already breathless. The anticipation is killing me. It’s more dangerous than anything I’ve ever faced. Because if I don’t get it, I might just die.
Blake looks up at me, an intensity burning in his eyes.
“Do you like me yet?” He smiles, still teasing.
“I’m getting there,” I say, biting my lip while my hands run through his hair.
Blake slides my underwear down my legs, so I’m on full display for him, and I can tell from the look in his eyes he likes what he sees. He licks his lips and meets my gaze again.
