Page 38 of Color of Love

“Not if I’m aware of the terms from the start. You’re not taking advantage if I’m willingly giving myself to you. Body and mind. And it’s my own idea,” he countered.

“No, Blake. I’m not doing this.”

Before she knew it, he wrapped his arms around her and hauled her onto his lap, she straddled his hips. She opened her mouth to protest but he pressed a finger to her lips, and it took every ounce of her willpower not to close her mouth around it. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes running over her face, drinking in her features. Her gaze dipped to his mouth, wanting so badly to give in and fit their lips together again.

He stroked over the sensitive skin of her neck, the rough calluses scraping deliciously and she arched to give him better access. He grunted in approval, the air between them turning thick and heavy. Her breasts brushed him every time she took a breath. He palmed her ass, pulling her in line with him. He was hard, thick and her eyes fluttered closed as he rubbed against her, and they found their rhythm.

The sensations flooded her body, driving her wild, making her needy. Her head dropped forward, and he buried his face in her neck, licking across her pounding pulse. She shuddered in his arms as he sucked, hard.

“What are you doing?” she gasped out.

“You wanted me to build relationships, so I’m building relationships,” he murmured against her skin.

“Yes, but I didn’t mean with me. God, don’t stop,” she sighed as he nibbled her flesh.

“See, Justine? It could be just like this, so good together at night and then the next day you’ll be delving into my mind and I’m letting you. Justine, I’ve never let anyone in before,” he rasped, and she moaned at his words, rubbing herself against him faster. Was he really offering her something he’d never given another?

“If I’m willing to go ahead with it, if it’s my idea, then surely your ethics can’t disagree?” he added.

She was so close. Any second now. She could feel her body tensing and his lips ghosted over her throat again, his hand fisted in her hair, and he pulled her against him harder. She was falling and she just hoped he was ready to catch her.

He arched against her and pulled her down at the same time, like he knew it was all she needed. Her climax rocked her, exploding, her breaths coming out in little pants. He continued thrusting, drawing it out and then stilled, shuddering against her. When she came down from the high, she opened her eyes. He was staring at her, an expression she’d never seen on his face and understanding of what they’d just done dawned on her. What had she done? How could she have gotten so carried away?

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, his expression gentle and it twisted something inside her. She couldn’t do this, not with him, it was getting too messy, and she didn’t do messy.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” she started, and she shakily climbed off his lap.

“Don’t apologize and I started it, not you,” he said but he didn’t say anything more, like he knew she needed a minute. He started the engine and drove them back to her house. They rode in silence the entire way. When he pulled up outside, she was lost in her whirling thoughts. He cleared his throat, and she was brought back to reality.

“I’ll expect an answer on Wednesday,” he said firmly, leaving no room for argument. The drill sergeant was back. Dazed and confused, she got out of his car without saying a word and went inside. She had been right, a war had been fought, her heart had won tonight.

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