Page 47 of Color of Love

Chapter 14

The following day, Blake pulled up outside Justine’s house to pick her up for their stakeout. The stakeout wasn’t actually necessary because he’d found the Trashcan Bandits last week, it was just raccoons digging through trash and knocking the cans over. He didn’t know why he’d kept it quiet, it probably had something to do with the chocolate-haired, vanilla-scented vixen he was waiting for.

The image of her naked body had imprinted itself on his brain and he saw it every time he closed his eyes. She was his constant distraction. Yesterday he’d played like shit, too busy thinking about how she looked with her hand between her thighs. The guys had looked at him like they knew exactly who he was thinking about. Christy had probably blabbed to Dean as soon as she saw them in bed together, and he had definitely told Beau, the dude was such a little gossip queen.

Blake couldn’t believe he fell asleep in her bed. Not only that, but he hadn’t even heard Christy and Taylor enter the house the next day. He should have been on alert for any threats, especially while he and Justine had been vulnerable. Some trained assassin he was. His skills were getting rusty, as was his focus. He needed to be more careful, that could have been any maniac breaking into her house to hurt her. He couldn’t let his guard down again.

He was distracted by Justine getting in the car, her scent wafting over him, reminding him that he still hadn’t tasted her. Soon, he promised himself.

“Good evening,” she said, looking at him briefly, her eyes shifting away nervously.

“Hey yourself,” he replied, starting the engine, and driving off to the same spot they had parked the week before. She buckled herself in but remained pressed up against the passenger door, a rabbit-in-the-headlights expression on her face. He leaned forward to turn the radio down and she jumped when he accidentally on purpose brushed her knee. He sighed inwardly, was she going to act like this around him when they were alone? He couldn’t have that. The way she kept shooting him sneaky glances had him wondering if she was actually worried that he had regrets about their time together, or did she have any herself? His only regret was that they’d not been able to continue in the morning.

He parked up on the road and quickly scanned the quiet residential street. When Justine darted another nervous glance at him, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Just in case you’re wondering, I don’t have any regrets about what we did,” he said. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her shoulders drop as she relaxed. She unbuckled her seatbelt and crossed her legs.

“Do you?” he gritted out when she didn’t respond. He turned to face her, his eyes capturing hers. She shook her head slowly, a coy smile flirting with her lips.

“Good,” he grunted, and then lifted her onto his lap.

“What are you doing?” she breathed, already running her hands up his chest and gripping his shoulders tight.

“It occurred to me yesterday, that if you were saving yourself, you probably missed out on some traditional teenage experiences. Like making out for hours in a car somewhere,” he said, brushing her hair back behind her ear.

“Yes,” she said, somehow injecting a shitload of enthusiasm into just one word, so sexy.

“That’s what we’re going to do tonight. And that’s all we’re doing,” Even if it killed him.

“That’s it? Still no sex?” she asked, sounding disappointed.

He lifted an eyebrow at her. “You wanna have sex right now? Where little Timmy could be coming back from Scouts and get an eyeful, becoming scarred for life?”

She laughed. “Obviously not now, I meant later.”

“We’ll get there,” he began, pulling her down to nip and suck at her delicate throat. “And we’ll have plenty of fun doing it,” he whispered, not wanting to admit he was drawing out their time together for as long as possible. Because once they had sex, that was it, their deal was done and he wasn’t ready for it to end just yet. He trailed kisses up her neck, to the corner of her mouth where he dipped his tongue over the cute little beauty spot that rested at the crease.

They kissed for the longest time. He took the lead, playing with her, teasing her. He had to hold her still when she got restless and started arching into him and didn’t that just churn his butter. He had been an idiot to think they could just kiss, and it wouldn’t lead to anything else when he was dying to throw her in the backseat and whip out his handcuffs. He was harder than a steel pipe and definitely needed some alone time when he got home.

Then she took the lead, she taunted and teased him. Exploring his mouth, then moving away and kissing his cheeks, jaw and neck. He fought every instinct to pin her down and pound inside her until she was screaming his name.But he kept his word, and it was the hardest test of restraint he’d ever faced.

When he finally couldn’t take anymore, he moved her back to the passenger seat and started the engine. He flicked on the air conditioning, needing it to clear the windows they had steamed up. While he waited, he looked at her. Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen and pink, her cheeks flushed. She looked stunningly aroused and satisfaction flared through him.

A flash of movement caught his attention, he turned to look through the windshield. He watched as a man appeared on the sidewalk and got into a waiting car. There was nothing suspicious in the action itself, but he realized he had seen it last week too. It was the way the guy was walking, cautious like he was trying to keep quiet, moving quickly as though he didn’t want anyone to see him. He cast furtive glances up and down the road and kept looking over his shoulder. As the car drove off, Blake put it out of his mind and tried to stop being so suspicious. It was probably just a couple of teenagers sneaking off together. This was a small town, nothing significant happened here. Hell, the biggest crime problem they had was raccoons.

He drove Justine home and chuckled as she stomped inside and slammed her door shut, obviously still annoyed he hadn’t given her an orgasm. He went home and had a shower, jerked off while thinking about Justine, groaning her name as he climaxed. No other woman had ever invaded his thoughts like her.

He watched TV for a little while before finally heading to bed. He’d had the best sleep in years at Justine’s house the other night. In her comfortable bed, with her scent surrounding him and feeling satisfied from their sexcapade, he’d drifted off, which was unheard of for him the last few months. Now tonight, as every night, she invaded his thoughts over and over until he was hard again.

“Jesus Christ, get a hold of yourself,” he growled, shoving her out of his mind, annoyed that she plagued his thoughts so much.

At 4am he stopped trying to sleep and went to the spare bedroom that he turned into a gym. As he worked out, his thoughts drifted back to her and this time, he let them. He was already looking forward to seeing her again, but he was anxious about talking to her and opening up, then she would know exactly how fucked up he was.

On Wednesday, Blake turned up to Justine’s office surprisingly eager for their session. He had a massive panic attack the day before at the station and he was tired. He just wanted this to be over with. He wanted to be back to normal, whatever that even meant anymore. He had to keep reminding himself that his journey was a marathon, not a sprint.

He chatted with Hilda briefly, she had a knack for drawing him into conversation, damn small-town charm. When it was time, he went into Justine’s office and shut the door. She spun around in her chair, facing him. One long toned leg crossed over the other and damn, he tried not to get aroused but he was only human.

“Morning, Blake,” she said in her bland, professional voice. God, that voice ticked him off. It just made him want to remind her that she’d been writhing in his lap, begging for him to make her come less than forty-eight hours ago. But he didn’t; he was a gentleman like that.

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